I shrugged; did I really have to do all this paper work tonight?

Nervously I peeped into Kris's office to see him busy filling out similar amounts paperwork. I couldn't help but smile, it thrilled me to see him so into his work with that attractive concentrated look on his face. It reminded me that that's how he reached as the CEO of the company, and it wasn't just a hand me down position from his deceased grandfather.

It still didn't change the fact that he had the ability to make every strand of my anatomy pissed of with one word.

But I would never admit it.

I couldn't, how could I fall for my boss?

 Glumly, I looked outside only to be greeted with the earsplitting racket of the rain hammering against the window panes and glass walls. Honestly, I thought it would shatter, but it never did.

The most damage it did, was let that unbearable chill in the air permeate through its surface, and attempt to have my body embalmed. Seriously, it was freaking cold; I could see my breaths glint off my mouth.

I hated the cold, and right now it clawed at my skin and left icicles in the place of body heat.

But that was the least of my worries; I had to take a taxi to go home. Not good, the rain just kept managing to increase and worsen. Sighing, I looked to Kris for comfort, I knew him so well, and his scent and era, instantly put me at peace whenever it found itself in my presence.

 Again I would never say that out loud.

Cautiously I peeped behind the monitor, only to realize that he wasn't there. I pouted; maybe he went to the bathroom or something.

"Looking for someone?" the voice cracked into my ear, in a gentle whisper.

I turned frantically, my heart drumming against my ribcage as Kris stood above me. I looked at his face, that beautiful handsome face, with those beautifully arranged features that made me feel instantly lightheaded.

He wore a Blue shirt buttoned down half way, with a black wife beater. A fitted wife beater.

I smiled comically, "just wanted to make sure you were there."

He smiled sweetly at me, his eyes carefully gliding down my day's work. The chill suddenly began biting, from the anxiety that suddenly swept over me, as I awaited his criticism.

When did I get like this? Nervous about what he would say about me?

Normally I would just take it like nothing-

"Good Work," he said finally, my heart falling through to my stomach in relief. But what was with him? He never told me anything nice. Was he still trying to be nice because of what had happened between me and SuHo?

NO.

"Ok. I'm done, so I'll be leaving now-," I said fidgeting as I stood to pack away my stuff. My hands and entire body felt numb, and the slightest nudge would send me plummeting to the ground.

"How are you going home?" he asked in a high adorable tone that made my body shiver.

I hated this. In light of recent events, I should've just stayed home. My body was too sensitive to all his words and maybe even touches. I hated this.

You don't like him. You have no feelings for him. Resist. This is your annoying boss who you hate.

"I-uhh have to take a taxi," I forced a smile, as I fumbled with some of the pens I had on my desk. I hated this, it so wasn't me.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" he offered sweetly, as his hand brushed against my wrist sending thousands of needles attacking my flesh in that one gathered area.

"NO, it’s ok," I smiled again, still not facing him. No I couldn't even look at him, let alone, have him drive me in his car to my house that I don't currently have. No way-

"Yeah right, I'll drive you home, it's pouring outside. I don't want you and your little pabo self to get killed by a few drops of rain!" he joked, but there was a silent understanding of sincerity in the pulse of his voice.

He wasn't offering a choice I had to go with him.

"No, opp-," I froze, my words dried out instantly. This was the stinking fifth time; I almost called him frigging oppa…

But it was kind of understandable there was a two year difference. He was 24 and I was 22.

No it wasn't ing understanding , because you've been working 4 years with him now, and never once considered calling him that...

 I dared not to turn around to see the reaction, just stung by the soft chuckle that escaped his throat.

"No I insist ________" he finally said.

My back was still turned to him, his safe presence hovering over me.

OMF. That was an order. But I was stubborn, but I hated the rain, because rain naturally came with Thunder and Lightning.

And we didn’t want that.

"Ok, Wu Fan," I said in my inevitable defeat.

"Good," he said finally, but he still hadn't even nudged in the direction to his office.

By body felt an unreal cold that stiffened me, I hope that I wasn't making it obvious, but I felt like I was literally about to die.

Reaching for the power off button on the monitor screen, my body suddenly jerked up as I felt Hit lips against my neck, accompanied my mop of soft hair brushing against my cheek. I froze as a hand trailed to my lower torso and locked possessively around my tiny waist, highlighting its fragility.

Paralyzed by Kris's touch, I dared not utter a word, as his lips, rested gently against my collarbones where it nuzzled playfully my cold skin, sending waves of an exasperated feeling  through my body.

What, the hell, was, he doing?

I didn't resist, I couldn't, my body wouldn't allow me to. His unreal warmth, leaked into me as my back rested against his front, warming my insides and easing the frigid cold, that felt as if it would kill me any second. But it wasn't just the literal heat, I could feel an unwavering bit of emotion creep into my heart.

I breathed out, as I felt the cold leave my body and shifted my body weight towards his.

"Feeling better?" his breath a hot whisper in my ear, crawling my blood.

I wasn't sure how to react. I turned and looked at him, his eyes affectionate and at the same time playful, with that kill-me-now grin carved into his lips, that I had never know to be so soft and warm…

"Waeo?" the words formed nervously, as I backed away awkwardly, until the cold edge of the desk cut against my wrists.

He looked at me sympathetically, his eyebrows creasing up with that smug grin on his face. He tilted his head and followed my distance and rested his arms, on the side of where I stood trapping me.

He mesmerized me with those eyes before moistening those soft glossy lips with his tongue.

y…………….. : Q__________

Being alone, in a 20 story building with my playboy boss who was beginning to get ideas, wasn't my preferred situation….

"Weren't you cold?" he purred softly, the warmth of his breath brushing against my lips, from the towering height from where he stood. I shook my head, trying to recollect my thoughts.

What the hell was happening? Normally this didn't have any effect on me. But I literally felt tongue-tied, my brain had forgotten to form words.

Why?

Kris POV

She looked at me with that unwavering gaze in her eyes. That gaze that always sent me crazy since the first day I'd seen her. But this time was different, they were wide and scared and made her seem, like a deer in front headlights.

But she was just so beautiful, to me. Everything about her.

She's the only person who I'd ever trusted with my life, ever.

Even as her trembling body stood under me, she looked adorable.

She had no idea. How much I loved her. None.

"Oh yeah," her shivering words suddenly broke the ice, "Right." she smiled nervously, but I could see it was forced. She was trying her best not to falter.

I couldn't help but taste victory. Making her lost for words, was something that always seemed impossible to me. Even though annoying the out of her seemed fun enough.She was always quick to answer, making me fall harder and harder each time.

But even now, as she couldn't speak, it still worked the same way

She had no idea.

But I was going to make her find out.

She looked so helpless. It was almost impossible to believe. Slowly I walked up to her and leaned into her face, her expression becoming even more nervous…

Your POV

He bent his head down towards me, his breaths dousing my lips in his body warmth. Why was he being like this. My eyes began flickering from his gaze to his lips, trying not to make it obvious, but the amusement was evident in his eyes.
 

Why was he being like this.

His tongue, slipped through his lips, and settled along the corner, accompanied by a delicious provocative grin.

I swallowed slowly.

This was torture. Put your ing tongue back in your mouth…

I hated the lingering pause.

"Go get your stuff," he finally said, removing himself entirely. He chuckled as he walked away, but I felt like killing him honestly…

I gathered my stuff quickly, and began wondering how in the hell, I was supposed to tell him that I didn't have a house or anywhere to stay at the moment...