Suit And Surrender

Mr egomaniac

"Well, I am daydreaming but about Aarush. Ahh.. Things that I want to do on him and with him."

" Are you actually going on date with The Aarush Sachdeva?"
"As in the youtube sensation?"

"Yes, will send you the pictures. Okay, bye. Need to groom myself... Going to blow his mind off."
Is she serious? He is a YouTuber with millions of subscribers. He creates videos on a variety of topics from interviewing celebrities, creating content with them to promote their movies, Social and economical issues in India.

....

After cleaning and arranging the files I went Satan's offices,

"Mr Rathod, Do you need anything? It's past the working hours, I would like to go home."

"PA stays still boss wants her to stay."
I clenched my hands in a fist,
"I would like to have a coffee and Today's stock report."

Of all the things he had asked me to do today this coffee things irritates me the most,
Can't a man make his own coffee.

I sigh before plastering on a huge smile "Right way, Sir."

I tried to fight back the urge to dump his coffee on his good looking suit.

Dump it on him. Do it. Do it.
You will be able to see him shirtless.

I sighed and shoved down my inner devil and inner slut down.

I put the reports and black coffee on his table.

He likes his coffee just like him, dark, no sweetness.

I hope this coffee burns your lips, Mr. Akdu Singh Rathod.

No no, not lips.
They are beautiful.

Burnt mouth will be fine so atleast he would stop ordering other around for awhile.
But knowing him I think he would order people with his eyes.

I turned away to go,
"Did I dismiss you?"

My nostrils spared st his question,

What am I? His subject?

Calm down, Aarna. This is what he wants, Don't give him the satisfaction that he is getting to you.

I face him with a forced smile,

"Will this be all? Can I leave now, sir?"

his jacket was hanging behind his chair.
He almost looked casual, like normal people.

I could see the veins in his forearms and big hands, as his sleeves were rolled up.
My finger itched to touch his hand, I wondered If it's soft or hard.

Stop it! You cannot be thinking about touching his hand.
He is the as*hole. Get a hold of yourself.
Don’t allow hormones to take control.

"There are few calls I need you to make, I have sent you the mail on what you need to tell them."

"Like right now?"

"Did I say tomorrow?"

I bite the inside of my cheeks to stop the almost there curse.

"No, but it's 7 already, I will do it first thing in the morning."

He studied me intently,
"Time is important in my line of work, I wouldn't be where I am If I had pushed things to do tomorrow."

I opened my mouth to lash out at him, to say that making few calls will not lessen his fortune.

Aarna, you anyway work late, so get done with damn calls.