Chapter 6 Intimate Dancing With The Bosses

• ANGELICA'S POV
• Have you ever felt you are in hell and heaven at the same time? No? Well, let me describe it for you. It was my current situation.
• I was sitting in front of my handsome and well-built bosses, who looked like perfect stones with their cold demeanor, while I was a wrecking mess.
• Since we were sitting in Boss Ericson's Limousine, Boss Dylan was sitting in front of me, observing my every move, and I was sitting there, trying my best not to do anything that would make me look like a fool again.
• As if God heard my plea and thought of playing with my luck, my phone vibrated with an incoming call from Victoria, and I bit my lips. It's just perfect timing. How am I supposed to take this call now?
• After some time, I saw my phone vibrating with another call. My fists clenched around my dress. Boss Dylan was staring at me with those ocean-like blue eyes.
• "It looks like our secretary is busier than us," he said
• I couldn't see his smile, but his tone was enough to make me look away from embarrassment.
• "I am sorry, I -"
• "Pick up," Boss Dylan's words sounded more like an order rather than a good gesture, and my hands felt even more jittery than before.
• "Hello?" I picked the unknown number.
• "Well, hello, sweetheart," All my nervousness left my body, instantly replaced with anger and annoyance when I heard who it was.
• "How did you get my number?" I gritted my teeth, keeping my voice and anger in control.
• "It wasn't too hard to get, my love. In fact, getting information on you is the easiest job in pursuing you. Now tell me, when should I set the date for our -"
• "F*ck off," I ended the call and clenched my fists around the phone before dialing my dad's number.
• "Hey, love. I thought you said you would be -"
• "Handle him, will you?" My voice dropped, and I am sure Dad immediately understood who I was talking about.
• "Another date?" Dad asked, and I closed my eyes before remembering I wasn't alone.
• Sh*t. Why did I have to call my dad in front of my bosses? Why the hell did I even pick up that call? I should've known better than to pick up a stranger's call like this. I bit the inside of my cheeks in annoyance, peering my eyes at my bosses, who were busy on their phones.
• "Just handle it," I ended the call before stuffing it in my clutch.
• F*cking hell! I groaned inwardly, crossing my legs as I leaned towards the window, accidentally touching Sir Dylan’s knee, who immediately looked at me.
• "I guess someone is troubling you?" I heard Boss Ericson’s voice and became stiff.
• They heard. Of course, they would listen to it.
• "It's just a school time bully," I tried to dismiss the matter.
• "School time bully or stalker?" Boss Ericson looked up from his phone, his intense gaze immediately capturing me.
• "I would rather not talk about it," I whispered, and he nodded.
• After getting out of the car, we walked to the venue, and I was amazed to see the hotel's grandeur.
• "Let's go," Boss Dylan whispered in my ears, and I almost jumped on impulse.
• The large chandelier in the center was the first thing that caught my attention.
• "It's beautiful," I murmured before looking to my left when I felt boss Dylan placing his hand in the middle of my back.
• What the hell was he doing? I wanted to scream at boss Dylan. Wasn't it enough that he was so attractive that he had to do things like these to make my heart race?
• Shouldn't it be illegal to -
• I was brought out of my thoughts when Boss Ericson placed his hand on my waist, making my heart drum even louder.
• Breathe Angelica. Take deep breaths. This is because you are here as their partner and secretary. I told myself, finally relaxing.
• I followed them to every client they talked with and noticed how straight to the point and curt they were with everyone.
• They didn't like to talk much, which added to their mysterious nature.
• "Angelica?" I heard a familiar voice, and I froze in my place.
• Cindy. What was she doing here? Right. Her father was also one of the millennials and must've been invited by the organizers.
• I saw Boss Ericson looking at me from the corner of his eyes, and I bowed apologetically before turning.
• However, I wished I hadn't. Cindy wasn't alone. She stood there with her arms hooked around Tyler, who looked at me with discomfort.
• "Hello, Cindy. Tyler," I nodded at both of them, masking the pain I felt, remembering the betrayal.
• "How have you been?" Cindy asked like I was one of her best friends, and I deliberately widened my eyes.
• "Good. In fact, better than before. It feels so fresh and warm now that I am out of those narcissistic shackles, college, I mean," I licked my lips.
• "I hope you got the job you were aiming for," I looked at Tyler. I was aware he didn’t, and he was insulted in the company because he tried to use the connections to make his way up. I smiled internally when I saw the expressions on the couple’s faces freezing.
• "I would've stayed to catch up, but I am here with my bosses," I smiled at them before turning to my bosses, who were talking to their clients.
• As soon as I walked to them and the clients left, Boss Dylan placed his hand on my lower waist before pulling me close, and I looked into his eyes with my wide ones.
• I wanted to tell him to stop touching me like this because it was making me feel things that I shouldn’t.
• "You are quite famous, aren't you?" His hot breath fanned the side of my face, making me gulp.
• "I... I..."
• "Dance?" He asked, his words striking a memory that I felt like I had buried deep inside.
• Without waiting for my reply, Boss Dylan took me to the dance floor and placed his hand on my waist, turning me around swiftly so I was facing others with my back close to his chest.
• This familiar position, the familiar touch of his hands, and -
• "Is it bad that I can't control this urge anymore? This urge to claim you?" Boss Dylan hummed the song, and my entire body felt electrocuted.
• While trying to control my drumming heart, my gaze met Boss Ericson's, who leaned on the food counter with a soft drink.
• He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. It was as if he was enjoying the show, and I didn't know if I hated it.
• "I am not sure what you are -"
• "You know what I am talking about, Angel," Boss Dylan said, and I turned around abruptly.
• "What did you say?"
• "Angel, short of Angelica. It's your name, right?" Boss Dylan asked, and I gulped before nodding.
• Sh*t. Something was wrong with me. I shouldn't have drank those glasses of wine earlier. Now, they are messing with my head, and I can't seem to be in control of my thoughts anymore. What kind of magic had that man two days ago done on me? Why do I keep seeing, feeling, and hearing him everywhere?
• "Have you danced enough? Should I take my turn?" Boss Ericson’s words brought me out of my thoughts, his body so close to mine that I could almost feel the heat seeping through his clothes. Before I could understand anything, he held my hand before pulling me roughly.
• My chest collided with Boss Ericson's, and my hands were immediately on his upper chest to control the impact. I looked up at him with wide eyes, his amber eyes capturing my brown ones in a way that I never felt was possible.
• I had never thought I had a fetish for eye colors until I met my bosses and that mysterious man.
• "Brother, be gentle," Boss Dylan stood right behind me, and I felt squished.
• I felt pleasurably squished.
• "Should I be gentle, Angelica?" Boss Ericson asked, and I don't know if it was just me, but this question felt like it had multiple meanings, and I gulped, not knowing what to say.
• "I am not that good of a dancer," I whispered instead, and Boss Ericson grabbed my chin.
• "But I can lead you into a good tempo," he said, and I looked at him wide-eyed.
• I might not have much experience in these things, but I am sure this was not an innocent statement. This sentence, I gulped, my raging heart making my chest heave up and down, rubbing my br*asts against his chest.
• I was cornered by the two brothers. Why was no one doing or saying anything here? Was it okay for two guys to be with one girl? I thought before mentally slapping myself at the weird sentence I had thought about.
• Geez, maybe I am thinking too much about things. He must've not meant to say things like that. It sounded like that because of their lack of social skills. I nodded at myself.
• "Okay, enough. Let's eat something," Boss Ericson said, and I nodded.
• "Are you feeling okay now? We felt your uneasiness around that couple earlier," Boss Dylan asked as soon as we reached the food aisle.
• So they were just distracting me? How thoughtful of them to even care about it. My heart warmed, and I smiled at them.
• "Thank you. I am fine,"
• After staying at the party for another half hour, we returned to our building and entered the lift.
• "Your reporting time at the office is 8:30 am. Don't be late. Try to be early to understand the things in the office and how they work," Boss Ericson said.
• "Okay, sir. I will do my best," I exited the elevator first.
• "Have a good night, sir," I said before unlocking the door with my key. I was about to enter my house when Sir Dylan held my hand.
• "Coffee? Unofficial," he asked, and I looked at Boss Ericson, who had already gone inside the apartment.
• "Your place or mine?" I asked. I honestly didn’t mind it, and he motioned to their apartment.
• "Can I get changed first?" I asked, and he let go of my hand before nodding and returning to his apartment.
• After changing into my night clothes, which consisted of my pajamas and a loose top, I knocked on their door, and Boss Ericson scrunched his brows.
• "What is it?" he asked, now wearing his half-face mask, and I felt strangely awkward.
• "Come in, Angel. I called her for a cup of coffee. Don't you think it gets boring with just the two of us?" Sir Dylan asked, and I walked inside when Sir Ericson gave way.
• After making coffee for the three of us, I walked to the living room, where my bosses were busy picking a movie.
• "Come sit. It's been so long since we last watched a movie," Sir Dylan said, patting the space between him and Ericson, and I gulped before nodding.
• I sat between them, feeling awkward again with our proximity. It was uncomfortable, not because I didn’t like it, but because it made my heart flutter with how nervous I was.
• "Get comfortable, Li. This is off office hours," Sir Dylan said, and I crossed my legs, accidentally brushing them against Sir Ericson, who looked at me darkly, scaring me a bit.
• Damn. What had I gotten myself into? I sighed.