Chapter 7

The next few days were spent in a relatively calm manner that bordered on the cold. Carmilla didn't know what to think of the situation. It was unsettling to say the least, disturbing in a way and highly distracting.

She couldn't stand the cold glares coming from her boss. She could barely hold her own against his icy orders and not fall on her knees, sobbing. He didn't even bark out his orders at her... he was being icy, and she didn't know how to handle icy. It was like he was toying with her.

Indifference was not better than ruthlessness.

She didn't like his indifference towards her, and wished for a simple hot glance, a stolen scorching kiss... anything that would say he still had feelings for her, be it of desire or genuine feelings. Though the latter possibility was highly improbable.

“Miss Lenoir,” he brought her out of her reveries.

She startled and nodded automatically at him, almost unconsciously.

“What did I just say?” He asked, arching an inquisitive eyebrow at her.

“I...” what was she to say? She had no idea. “I don't know,” she said truthfully.

“I asked you to send roses to this address with a note that says, lovely seeing you as always. Yours, J.

Carmilla couldn't help but grind her teeth at that. How could he? The cheating bastard!

But he wasn't cheating on her if they had no relationship to speak of, other than that of a boss with his employee.

“Something the matter, Miss Lenoir?” He asked tauntingly.

She narrowed her eyes at him briefly, before she forced her face to relax. "Nothing, Mr. King. I'm sorry I spaced out."

"Just see to it that it gets delivered this afternoon around 6 pm."

“Yes, sir,” She nodded mechanically, a tight smile plastered on her face.

What was she supposed to say to him? How was she supposed to act? She had no choice but to force her features into a relaxed mask when she wanted to do nothing more than struggle the man to death.

“Are you okay, Miss Lenoir?” He asked. “You seem quite distracted these last few days?

The way he said it grated on her nerves and she heard herself answer him in a saccharine tone. “Not to worry, sir. It's nothing I can't handle.

“You sure you don't need me to lend you a hand with whatever is bothering you? Surely you know you can rely on me.

“Positive,” she all but hissed at him, the double entendre not lost on her. “Thanks for offering though.

“Never mind,” he said with a warm smile that could have fooled her had it been any other circumstances.

But the circumstances were not in his favor. the way he had acted so callously with her weren't going to put him back in her favors... not yet anyway.

“Is there something else?” She asked boldly, trying to relieve herself of his presence.

“I'd like the Belfore documents on my desk in five minutes top.


And then, she left his office. When she did, she breathed out a sigh of relief as her shoulders sagged forwards.

Their interactions had become tiring to her, seeing as she didn't feel at ease with him. it was like she was always expecting the worse and yet hoping for the best... only she didn't know what could be the worse or the best, being ignored and being pursued could be both.

After she brought him the requested documents, she asked whether he needed anything else.

“A coffee would be nice,” he said distractedly, his eyes already focused on the documents.

“Black, no sugar?

“You know me too well,” he joked, a smirk stretching at his lips.

And she felt a blush creep under her skin for some silly reason that was beyond her. His smirks and smiles were dangerous, it would seem. They had the knack to turn her into a blabbering mess, into an incoherent woman.

What was she to say to that except flash a smile at him and then leave the office, stumbling almost, her heart drumming wildly in her ears, her breathing coming out ragged?

God, the effect the man had on her was insane!

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