In a flurry of anxiousness, I darted into the elevator after catching sight of Dante making his way inside for lunch.
He had been persistent in his efforts to dine with me, insisting that he wanted to keep a watchful eye on my well-being.
As I stood before him, I could feel his unwavering gaze fixated on me from behind, causing me to nervously bite my lip. Despite my attempt to hide my nervousness, I was acutely aware of the intense scrutiny I was under.
Suddenly, just as the doors were about to close, Dante leaned in slightly closer to me, his captivating scent filling my senses and causing my cheeks to flush with a fiery blush.
I decided in that moment to break the silence and say what was on my mind that had been bothering me from yesterday.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but I couldn't help but wonder why Mark is being put on a two-week probation while the rest of us are on one-month's probationary period," I inquired, trying my best to sound polite and inquisitive.
I felt a twinge of nervousness in my stomach. After all, I didn't want to come across as rude or confrontational in any way.
Dante didn't immediately respond to my question. Instead, he leaned forward, his intense gaze locking onto mine.
I could feel my heart rate increasing as he stopped the elevator, trapping us both in this confined space. Even though I tried my best to fight it, my body seemed to love his intoxicating scent of his cologne.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dante spoke. "I appreciate your concern," he said, his voice low and measured. "But I'm afraid I can't discuss Mark's probation with you or anyone else at this time." His words were firm, leaving no room for argument.
Dante took a step forward, his piercing gaze bore into mine, and I felt like he could see into the depths of my soul.
Even with my best efforts, I took a step back, startled by his sudden movement. Dante continued to advance, each step bringing him closer to me, until my back was pressed hard against the elevator.
I stared up at him, my eyes wide with surprise and confusion, as he lifted his hand to rest next to my head.
The heat emanating from his body was noteworthy, and I could feel my own temperature rising from our close and intimate contact.
My mouth went dry as I stuttered out a question, "W-what are you doing?"
Dante's eyes were now daring me to confess something, and he asked in a low, husky voice, "Is there something between you and Mark that I should know about? Because as I've said before, office romance is strictly prohibited."
The intensity of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel my heart racing as I struggled to formulate a response.
There was nothing between me and Mark, and yet Dante's question made me wonder if there was something that he knew that I didn't.
For a moment, I considered his question, his gaze made it clear that he wouldn't tolerate any dishonesty.
So, I took a deep breath and said, "No, there's nothing between me and Mark. I was just curious about his probation period."
Dante took a moment gazing into my eyes before he nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer, and stepped back, releasing me from the confines of the elevator as he pressed the lower floor button once again.
Once the doors opened, I stepped out, feeling both relieved and unsettled by the encounter. It was always clear that Dante was not a man to be trifled with.
Trying my best to hide my disappointment for not getting anywhere concerning Mark.
I wondered what secrets lay behind Mark's extended probation. It was clear that Dante wasn't willing to share, but that only made me more determined to uncover the truth.
With each passing moment, the anticipation of what was to come between us grew increasingly tense.
The moment I stepped out of the elevator and followed Dante outside, I felt a flutter of anxiousness in my chest. Being around him always made me feel alive, like anything was possible.
As we rounded the corner to the front of the car, Dante opened the door and gestured for me to get in.
I could feel my cheeks heating up as he carefully placed me in the car, his strong arms cradling me like I was made of delicate glass.
Dante leaned forward to strap me in, I could feel his body heat radiating against me, making me acutely aware of every inch of skin that was touching.
My mind raced with dirty thoughts as his hand grazed against me, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I tried to keep my breathing steady, to act like this was all perfectly normal, but inside I was a mess. Being this close to him, feeling his body against mine, was almost too much to bear.
He then pulled back to admire his handiwork, I could see the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. It was like he knew exactly what he was doing to me, like he enjoyed watching me squirm. Moments later Dante was next to me as the car pulled away from the curb.
This time we headed to a different restaurant, thankfully the drive wasn't too long as our silence in the car seemed tense.
Once we had reached inside and took a seat, we were handed food menu's, "You can order whatever you like." His words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a sense of anxiety building within me. Apart of me felt there was more to this lunch.
Finally, I made my selection, and Dante did the same. We placed our orders, and then the waiter disappeared into the kitchen, leaving us alone in a sea of tense silence.
I could feel Dante's eyes on me, and I turned to face him, my shyness only intensifying.
I tried to keep my expression neutral, but it was difficult when every moment felt charged with tension, when every glance felt like a caress. We had spent years together and I still wasn't used to it.
"I have a proposition for you." Dante stated making my eyes widen.
I knew that there was more to this lunch than he was letting on. A proposition? The word lingered in my mind, leaving me feeling both intrigued and skeptical.
Why was I scared to ask him about this proposition he was proposing? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but at the same time, a part of me was curious to know what he had in mind.
Once our food arrived, I tried to focus on the conversation, on the topics that we were discussing. But it was difficult when every moment felt like it could be our last, when every glance felt like it could be the start of something dangerously intimate.
"W-what is this proposition you're asking about, Mr. Harrison?" I inquired, feeling a little nervous about what it might entail given his oh-so-nice behavior towards me.
"It's Dante, Faith," he chuckled playfully at my mistake, and smiled sheepishly in response.
"Sorry," I murmured, feeling slightly embarrassed by the slip-up but grateful for his understanding.
"You don't have to apologize," he stated kindly, before continuing as I took a bite out of my meal. "I will be away for three days to conduct some business matters a few towns away from here, and I was wondering if you would be able to assist me on such a journey. It's more of a request than a proposition."
Hearing his words, I unfortunately choked on my food, caught off guard by his unexpected request.
Immediately, Dante slid next to me, his hands securing my stomach and back as he rubbed my back in soothing circles. I blushed at how close he was and how pleasant his touch felt, but I quickly tried to move away when he grabbed me, feeling a mix of surprise and shyness at his sudden proximity.
I simply could not resist the feeling that I was exactly where I was supposed to be, like everything else in the world had faded away, and all that mattered was the electricity between us.
"I'm only helping you, Faith. Relax," he chuckled playfully, going back to his spot once I was finished choking.
I had my babies to take care of plus I wouldn't have anyone to take care of them and I felt something was definitely off from all this.
"I thank you for the offer but-"
"Your pay for this month will be tripled," Dante interjected before I could finish, his offer catching me off guard. "This will also take you off probation as you are capable of prioritizing your work, and while I understand you have kids to take care of and-"
"It's a deal!" I blushed, realizing how quickly I had jumped on the opportunity without even thinking it through.
"Good," Dante replied with a nod, his expression unreadable as he processed our agreement.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I blushed, feeling a sudden need to escape the intensity of the moment as I hurriedly got up from my seat.
Hastily, I made my way to the bathroom, hoping to spare myself from any further embarrassment.
With the way I was acting stupidly nervous and shy around him, I wondered if I would be able to last even a second with him on this trip.
The uneasiness lingered, leaving me questioning my decision and bracing myself for what I presume to be his intimate passes on this trip.
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