Episode Three

I step inside the house and he closes the front door behind me. The clicking of the lock echoes through the house and now the outside world is blocked out. I am now alone with this man who feels me with dread, but yet remains a mystery to me which I find almost exciting. He walks past me, flicking on lights and leads me into a room on the side. He flicks on another light and I take in the room.

Just like outside it seems small and homely, once again not what I was expecting. My eyes lingering around the room, the décor is beige with hits of warm orange highlights. There’s a plush two person sofa facing a bay window, theres no TV but the whole room is filled with books.

“Please make yourself at home” his voice is friendly, but those icy eyes tell a different story. I nod and walk over to the sofa taking a seat. He leaves the room for a moment and that fear begins to build.

What have I done? I should have driven off the minute he stepped out of my car. This inquisitive part of me what’s see where he lives and wants to know everything about him. I feel as if I have obsession coming on and it revolves about the enigma of the man I work for.

I shuffle awkwardly in my seat waiting for his return. He does, with two glasses and places them down on a small oak coffee table. He gracefully sits down beside me, one arm flopping over the back. I swallow hard, he seems to make everything look effect less and he commands every inch of his body. Those eyes never leave me and I actually enjoy him looking at me. Even though it makes me feel things I never knew existed.

“What do you think?” He smiles, a pure white seductive smile.

“About what?” I mutter, locking my fingers and placing them in my lap.

“My home” he says.

“It’s lovely. It wasn’t what I was expecting.”

He cocks an eyebrow and gives a little laugh. “Don’t tell me you were expecting some castle With butlers and landscaped gardens.” I quickly look up at him and don’t dare to say anything. “Miss Robinson, a man’s home is his castle, in spite of size.”

He reaches over, picks up a glass and offers it to me. “Don’t worry, there’s no alcohol in it.” I take the glass of him and our fingers brush slightly. Once again I feel that electric current and I can’t help but mask my gasp.

His eyes lock with mine and he tilts his head. “I would love to know what your thinking, Miss Robinson.”

“It’s really not very interesting” I mumble as I take a sip of the most delicious orange juice. I sit back in the sofa and stare down at my glass.

“Why would you say that?” he almost sounds annoyed. “I would like to get to know you. We are not in work now, so maybe you should relax.”

“I can’t relax around you” I say without thinking. God, why did I have to confess that. Because he has some sort of power over me. I find myself being dragged to him as if he has some magnetic field over me. The more I tell myself not to think about him, they more I am intrigued. Is this natural? Can others do this to you? I’m not sure. They say people can take a hold of you, but why him? Why does it have to be my boss, my new boss for that matter? The man who runs the company I want to work my way up in.

I let out a deep sigh. “Please enlighten me” his voice is husky. Should I tell me I have some obsession with him? That for the past week I have done nothing but dreamed about him and his icy blue eyes. No. I should go. Is what I want to say, but I like being this close to him. I like having his full attention. Just I like it when he praises me for full filling my duties. It gives me this warm glow, as if I achieved the impossible. Maybe I’m the sick one and not him. That has to be get, I’m the mental one and he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.

He stands up and walks over to far side of the room. He stops and leans against a fireplace I never noticed before. “I have a confession to make, Miss Robinson.” He stops speaking and rubs his brow. “I only had a couple of drinks tonight and was very capable of driving myself.”

My jaw drops open in shock and my eyes widen. Wait! Does this mean…

“Yes, I have you here under false pretences.”

Holy shit, did he just read my mind? No, that doesn’t happen. “Your facial expression gave you away, Miss Robinson.” He’s done it again. I slam the glass on the table and stand up. I really have to get out of here, this is all getting beyond crazy. I walks towards the doorway and he grabs my arm, preventing me to go any further.

“I’m sorry if I am scaring you” he rushes at me.

“You always scare me” I confess, as I enjoy the feel of his arm gripping mine.

He slowly turns me around and I look up at him towering over me. His blues eyes have softened and his mouth is turned down at the sides.” That has never been my intention.”

“Then what is your intention?”

Something changes in his facial expression and he backs away from me. “What if I told you I wanted you for another purpose?”

“I would ask what the other purpose is.”

A lazy grin spreads across his lips and I find it very hard not to smile with him. “You want me to confess my dark needs. But yet you won’t even tell me what your thinking.” He shakes his finger at me. “Nice try, Miss Robinson. Before I can tell you anything…  I want to get back to why I got you here.”

“And why did you get me here?”

“To get to know you.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t you already know everything? I was interviewed to work in your company. You must of read all the notes before you offered me the job?”  This is beginning to get very tiresome; we are both just throwing questions around and not getting any answers.

“I want to know why you are always so jumpy and very quite.”

Really --  Isn’t that obvious. Oh what the heck, maybe if I talk, he’ll talk and this whole weird event will be over.

“You’” I sternly say.

He gives a little nod and walks back to the sofa. I remain standing shocked at my blunt honesty. Through my eyelashes I look towards him, is he shocked too? I doubt it, he still looks calmed and controlled as very. He waits a second, the pad of his thumb runs along his bottom lip.

“I suppose we should do something to stop you feeling like that” his voice slightly husky. He pats the space next to him and as always I run on his command and sit down. “Now lets start again…”

“What do you want to know that you don’t already” I quirkily reply. I don’t know where this brave attitude has come from.

He turns his whole body to face me, his finger gently brushing under my chin and he tilts my head up to meet his gaze. My whole body begins to warm up and I find my eyes locked on his perfect mouth.

“I want to know everything….”

“There isn’t much to know…”

“Why would you say that?” His eyes sparkle and I have to catch my breath. “Please tell, Miss Robinson. Why do you feel your not worthy to know?”

I roll my eyes. “Look at me” I snap, my hand moves from my head down the length of my body. “I’m fat and not much to look at.” I sigh as I allow the words to drop from my mouth. “I’m not graceful. I have no talents. There is nothing about that is appealing. I don’t fit in anywhere and I’m not very good at being sociable.

“Mmmm” he says, as he thinks about what I have just said. “Maybe you are right.” He quickly stands up and lets out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, miss Robinson.” Within a flash everything about him changes. He looks agitated as he runs his fingers through his hair. His expression almost looks tormented and I blink up at him confused.

“For what?” Why did this all change quickly?

“For bringing you here” his tone is clipped and cold again. His eyes have once again iced over. “You should go!” Without another word he walks out of the room. I slowly rise from the sofa and make my own way out. Once back outside in the real world I look back over at his house, now all in complete darkness. Just like the man who owns it.

I pull car keys out of my pocket and walk towards the car. He never did tell me why he wanted to get to know me? His words circle in my head…. You want me to confess my dark needs. What dark needs.. What could that possibly mean? Great, just when I wanted all this to stop I am more drawn to him and his secrets. I climb into my car and head home. Replaying our weird conversation in my head.

I creep inside my flat and tip toe into my room. I don’t want to wake Rosie, I couldn’t explain what happened tonight? The whole thing feels dream like and surreal. I close my door quietly and sit down on my bed. That’s when I notice my phone flashing, still sat where I left it. I quickly pick it up, there is a message…. From him. I eagerly read it, hoping for some explanation from the man who now I’m obsessed about. I stare at the message, blinking rapidly unable to make sense of it….

Please take this as a warning… Stay away… I’m not good for you.