Tempted by Temptations

Episode Twenty Eight

KHADIJA'S POV

Lucian Max led me into the office and proudly declared that I was the first person to ever step foot inside, but I couldn't help but feel skeptical. As we walked in, I took in my surroundings, my eyes scanning every corner of the room. The office was the main hub of the company, so it was highly unlikely that nobody else had ever entered before.

"Your claim is hard to believe, Lucian Max," I replied skeptically. My gaze shifted towards the emerald walls that surrounded us and I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning aesthetics of the office. It was unlike any other office I had ever seen before.

 I noticed how spacious it was. Two large tables dominated the center of the room, which led me to believe that it was possibly shared by more than one person. Lucian Max stood still, arms crossed, observing me as I walked around the room. My feet moved slowly, tiptoeing on the plush carpeting that covered every inch of the floor. As I approached the tables, I saw that they were engraved with the name (Maximilian Dedhari Sr.) The intricate carving was evidence that whoever owned this office had a taste for the finer things in life.

Feeling nervous, I finally spoke up. "Is this really your office, Sir?" Did I just call him 'Sir'? Uh-oh.

Lucian Max approached me with a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. I initially paid no attention to the earlier threat, but as Lucian Max advanced slowly, I began to wane. I could not help but feel intimidated by his grin and the way he looked at me. It was as if Lucian Max could see right through it, and i could not shake the feeling of being exposed.

I started to say something, but Lucian Max cut me off abruptly. "I told you, I was serious about what I said!" he declared, his voice ringing out with a threatening edge. I could feel my heart rate accelerating and took a step back, trying to create some distance. But Lucian Max continued to close in, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made them feel like a prey.

The sound of his footsteps echoed, and my heart began to race as he approached me. I could feel my chest heaving with each breath as I anticipated what he was going to say.

"Please don't wear those clothes!" His voice was sharp and direct, and I felt my stomach drop as I looked down at my outfit. It was a common choice for the area, and I couldn't understand why he was being so critical.

"Why not? Everyone wears these clothes here, and they're really comfortable," I said, trying to defend my choice.

"You're not Arab, so you shouldn't wear that kind of clothing. Don't change yourself just to fit in," he said, his words like daggers that seemed to cut through me.

The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my nerves starting to fray. Sensing my discomfort, he tried to change the subject. "Let's call it a day. Are you hungry?" he asked, his tone softer than before.

"I appreciate the dinner last night, Lucian Max. Thank you!" I said with gratitude and gave him a small smile.

"Are you free now?" he asked again, his eyes fixed on me. He was seated comfortably on his swivel chair, while I was standing in front of him, on the edge of his table.

"Yes, but let's not forget, you're my boss," I reminded him, trying to maintain a professional tone.

Suddenly, we both heard a voice coming from outside the room. Lucian's expression changed, and his jaw tensed up. I was taken aback by his sudden reaction.

"W-what's going on?" I asked, my eyes locked on him as he stood up on his seat, trying to get a better view of the situation. His vision seemed to be unsettled, and he looked around nervously, trying to figure out what was happening.