In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me.
Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down.
Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man.
And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race.
"Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to.
"How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low.
"I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet.
"Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself.
Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him.
Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher.
I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me.
"... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body.
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