He wants to kiss me...

I could not believe that I just let those words leave my mouth. It was unlike me to let something like that slip and I was currently feeling like the ground must swallow me up.

He did not say anything but I knew he was still here.

I felt really bad for saying what I said. Not because I felt he was not guilty but because I made myself vulnerable.

Why was I even upset? I did not have the answer the that question. I should have been more careful not to let some certain thoughts out in the open.

"I recall that we kissed each other. Nobody made the first move." He still had his indifferent attitude and that just made me regret getting so riled up.

I did not answer him, I just grabbed the clothes I had separated and proceeded to box them up.

"Since you do not have a problem with the current arrangement I have made, I'll just get these sold then we can donate them to charity." I said as I grabbed the boxes.

"My work here is done. Have a good day, sir." I proceeded to walk towards the door.

"You said you would like to make something to eat." He pointed out.

Did he really think that I cared about food right now?

I scoffed. "I said so but I am no longer hungry. I'll make something at home."

"But I am hungry." He said to me.

"Your girlfriend is in the kitchen making something for you to eat." I simply said then I opened the door.

In less than a second, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back, causing the boxes to fall on the floor.

I gasped. "what was that for?"

"You are overacting again." He said to me.

"I don't see how me wanting to go to my house is..."

"You know what I am talking about." He inserted his hands into his pockets.

I folded my arms since they were now free. "I have no reason to stay here. My job here..."

"I am not asking you to stay, you can leave if you want." He said coldly.

Now that was the Luciano Roberto I knew. Cold and aloof.

"Then why did you pull me back? The clothes are now on the floor." I pounted out.

"I pulled you back because you seem to have a way of coming to conclusions by yourself. Conclusions that have to do with me." He stated.

I raised my brows. "i don't see how I fit into that equation, sir."

He stroked his chin as he stared at me. He usually did that whenever he was lost in thought.

Dud he know how hard it was for me to focus with him stroking his chin like that? He looked so hot... Okay, I needed to leave now or I'll end up embarrassing myself.

I bent down and started arranging the boxes. He did not get down and help me, he was that cold and indifferent.

"You seem to have a weird way if doing things." He said to me.

I frowned then looked up to see his face properly. "how is that?"

He stated into my eyes for a while then looked away. I did not understand what he meant but I did not bother to find out.

I needed to get out of here as soon as I possibly could.

The tension between us was always exagerrated and incredibly unnecessary. I mean, why did every single thing he involved himself in have to be so hot and unusual.

This man was like a drug I could easily get addicted to. I don't want that for me at all. It doesn't help that he's my boss and he has a girlfriend. Those are two red flags that I can not overlook.

What even makes me think that he would even want to see me that way. He was wanted by all, I bet this tension only existed in my head.

He was always so cold and aloof. Never really giving anything away. That was how he managed to be even in the most questionable situations.

I can barely count how many times I saw him smile, not smirk, smile. Or even laugh. I don't think I've seen him laugh before. It was hard to keep up.

"You know that you are on a week's leave?" He asked me.

I nodded my head "apparently, I'm still working while on that leave."

"A favor. I asked you to do this and you said yes. You are the one making it out like you are at work." He said to me.

I raised my brows. "what is that even supposed to mean?"

"You are the one on the floor picking clothes." He simply said.

I scoffed. I had to scoff because this man was just impossible. "news flash, these clothes are on the floor because of you."

He looked indifferent as usual. "I am aware."

"Then why are you not helping me out them back into the box?" I snapped.

He was making me loose my patience and i did not like that at all.

I was supposed to be calm at every given time, that's the way I should be.

"I don't want to." He told me.

I gasped. He does not want to? Ate you kidding me? Why is that? "Why don't you want to?"

He was quiet for a very long time and that made me stand up, my face etched in a frown.

I walked towards him, there was only a little space between us now.

"You dropped everything on the floor when you pulled me back, it is only normal that you are the one who takes them from the floor." I said to him, my anger barely retaining itself.

He stroked his chin casually, like I was not standing in front of him fuming. "I don't want to help you because I want to do something else."

I furrowed my brows. "do what?"

"Kiss you."