C6 Take off the glasses.

Kate

I got to work slightly earlier.

After dropping off Jesse to school. He handed me my bag which had ribbons and a doll. I was surprised when he gave it to me, and I felt odd.

As I drove my boss to work, I noticed a Subaru ganging up on us. I told my boss to fasten his seat belt as part of ensuring his safety. It was part of training back in the agency. Judging by how the car looked, it was a rented car, plus how the driver attempted to catch up. He’s probably assigned not to harm, just to test my patience.

Luckily, the agency taught me how to escape and maneuver a car chase without causing too much attention or harm to the passenger. It was tough training, but I made it through.

I lost both the Subaru and the Corolla, and I made it on time.

On the ride back to his mansion, he asked me about myself. Not really what I expected, though. He seemed very nosey in knowing about me and whom I live with. Just as I am interested in knowing about him, he’s too hot to be single.

I caught him gawking at me a couple of times, especially my eyes.

I made it home. Jesse was watching a bible story cartoon. No matter how late I came, she always waited for me to come home so that she could sleep. The nanny left shortly after.

“How was your day mommy? “She asked as I joined her to watch the cartoon

“It was great, honey. How was school?” She inquired.

“It was good, thank you, mommy.” She said. I wrapped her in a warm hug. She is my everything.

“I have a present for you. “I said as she jumped up in anticipation, grinning from ear to ear with a cute gap of missing teeth after a dentist’s visit two weeks ago. She looked so adorable.

I showed her a Barbie doll, and she excitedly screamed. It was so delightful to see her happy. She also loved the ribbons, she would flaunt them at her friend’s birthday party.

She laid the doll next to her as she slept.

I checked my emails on my laptop, any bills to pay, or notifications. I got an email from my agency concerning my contract to work for Mr. Sanchez; it had been extended but not indicated till when. The pay was raised to triple. I loved what I saw. I paid for Jesse‘s dance class since she loved ballet so much, a whole year’s class, and she would be a remarkable ballerina.

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His blue eyes gazed at me as I looked in the rear mirror. What could he be thinking? Oh my, this alluring man was making my job harder. He cleared his throat and continued to assess me with his eyes. I had a feeling he was up to no good.

The car suddenly became so hot. No kidding, it’s like the AC wasn’t working like seriously, it’s an Audi R8 for fuck’s sake!

I couldn’t lower my window, something was wrong.

“If it’s too hot, you could take off your glasses. You look so dumb in them, “he blurted.

“The sun is graceful. We thank the heavens. I prefer to have my glasses on, sir.” I answered.

He didn’t reply to that.

Intimidation? I am used to it!

I have been told the most nerve-breaking comments by some clients, especially when I refused to fall into their dusty unmarinated cobwebs. He wants to get to my head. He is welcome to try. A wise man once said in such a situation, stay silent do nothing.

I ignored him. Despite the scorching heat inside the car, we made it to his office building… alive. I went to the store to buy some ice-cold drinks as I waited for him in the waiting lounge while reading a novel.

He was done with work at eight pm. I helped him carry the small suitcase he had in his hand and placed it inside the car on the back seat. Taking a step back, my ass came face to face with his front. My lower back rubbing on his crotch, to be precise.

I didn’t know he stood behind me. I assumed he went back to pick something up in the office or on the other passenger seat. I turned to face him. He was taller than I. His towering gaze made me seem tinier.

I couldn’t fully study his body physique due to the darkness of the shades. I stepped aside and walked to the driver’s seat. Pushing away the heat rush, a mere touch of him had brought to my body. The way he looked at me was unbelievably sexy.

He kept peeking at me as I drove him to work. What is he plotting to do next? Can’t he just accept I am perfect at my job? After dropping him off at work, I chanted daily affirmation to myself that at least my boss would be warm and kinder.

“Report to my office.” He blurted, sounded more like a decree for wrongdoing going to be addressed. I may have chanted the wrong affirmation.

I parked the car in the parking space of the building. I took a deep breath and glared at myself in the mirror. My matte scarlet lipstick looked on point. My hair was neat in a low ponytail and my cap covered my head. Since there was no one in sight, I took off the sunglasses and looked at myself in the mirror. Thankfully, I had no eye bags.

I took the elevator to the tenth floor. Wow! It looked so extraordinary, reasonably. The entire building was his, but this was beyond incredible, pure white and crystal clean marble floor, ash gray walls, and some unexplainable art that cost more than my kidney. I went to speak to the receptionist a few steps away from the elevator.

“Hey, I’m here to see Mr Sanchez,” I said.

“Name please,” she said kindly.

“Kate, his driver, “I explained. She gave me a ‘his what?’ dumbfounded stare, she was so shocked. I get those looks a lot. There are not many female chauffeurs. Women are underestimated so much in this field that they give up so easily, but I am not one of them. I don't give up that easily.

She took the telephone. I was so busy adoring the place.

“Please follow me,” she said.

I followed her as I glared at the immaculate walls. She pushed open the door and gestured for me to walk in. She closed the door behind me.

When I walked in, Mr Sanchez sat behind a huge desk. His eyes perked up when he saw me. I stood a few steps from his desk. He got up, got to where I stood, and halted in front of me. His seductive eyes looked down on me. Thank you, dear sunglasses for hiding my eyes.

“I find it disrespectful for staff to have their shades in while in my presence,” he remarked.

What did he expect me to do? Take them off? It’s my signature look, even Batman doesn’t take his gown off because he’s standing in front of Superman. I will not take them off.

“Take them off!” He retorted.

“No. “I asserted firmly.

“I said take them off …now.” Anger mounted in his voice.

“I said no,” I answered.

Twice, and I stood by my decision. I was in big turmoil, judging by the vicious gaze on his face. He narrowed his eyes.

Before I fathomed his next move, he pulled me to him, turned me to his side, and laid me on his desk. He placed his legs on mine, pressing his a little to keep me from moving or taking off or, by far worse, kicking him. He seized me by ambush. His vital hand pinned both my hands. What the heck! Is this how he shags? What in the hell was I thinking? I had to stop my perverted thoughts!

I couldn’t move. He was so robust. Using his free hand, he took off my sunglasses. My poor Ray-bun sunglasses broke. I shut my eyes.

“Open them,” he asserted. I gradually opened my eyes. His eyes broadened with alarm. He pinned me with both hands. He looked into my eyes with marvel. Striking purple with a mix of violet eyes is relatively uncommon.

Though some people can say they are devilish eyes, others say they are frightening, others say they are charming, but many confuse them with contact color eyes, they are slightly different. It’s up to you to believe what you want to.

He was so close to me! His cologne was so delightful, manly, minty, and spicy. His succulent lips shifted my gaze. I badly wanted them to kiss me right now. My breasts were resting on his chest. I didn’t realize I was blushing. I felt something poking my crotch area. I looked down. Whoa! He had a hard-on! Big fat hard on.

He rapidly got up and faced the other way, instructing me not to wear the glasses again. He walked out, avoiding my gaze.