Chapter Five

My night was not supposed to end like this. Alyssa

I finally compose myself when I hear the sound of my front door closing as Wyatt leaves. What the fuck just happened? What was the point of him touching me, being all seductive? Is he playing some kind of game? It better not be a teaser for the weekend ahead. The worst part? I'm turned on. I hate myself for it, but I can't control my hormones. I groan in frustration. I need to get laid; it's been too long—closer to a year, actually. I'm not good at meeting guys. I tried one of those dating apps, and once was enough. The guy was a creep, and I had to throw him out of my apartment. I've never been great with guys. I've had a few relationships, but I've never been one for casual sex.

Great! Now all he's gotten me thinking about is sex. God, I hate him. Dislike is a better word, though. I need a cold shower. I head to the bathroom, strip down, and turn the shower to cold—not freezing. I step in, letting out a slight squeal as the cold water hits my skin. After a moment, I relax, enjoying the coolness as it tames the heat between my thighs. I close my eyes and lean against the wall. I don't know how I'll handle it if he acts the same way tomorrow. I'll keep telling myself it was a one-time thing, that he was just messing with me because I stood up to him.

Stop thinking about him! He shouldn't be affecting me this much. I give up on the shower after five minutes; it's not helping. I wish he hadn't come over and ruined my night. He better not make a habit of it. If it weren't so early, I'd go to bed, but I'd just wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to get back to sleep.

Shivering, I wrap a towel around myself and head to my bedroom to change into my pajamas. Another glass of wine is definitely in order. Sighing, I head to the kitchen. I switch off all the lights; I love sitting in the dark, especially while watching a movie—as long as it's not a horror movie. I settle back on the sofa with my wine and some chocolate, putting on a romantic comedy. I'm a sucker for those. It's a good distraction.

My phone vibrates on the table. Probably one of my friends. I pick it up; it's a text from an unknown number.

Are you still mad at me?

I think someone has the wrong number.

Who is this? I think you have the wrong number.

No, I have the right number. It's Wyatt.

He must be texting from his personal phone. I have his work number saved.

Yes, I am still mad at you.

Can't he just leave me alone? Has he not annoyed me enough for one day?

I am sure you will get over it.

I roll my eyes and toss my phone aside. He's not stealing the rest of my night. I focus on my wine and my last slice of cold pizza (cold pizza is delicious!). I continue watching my movie, but less than ten minutes later, my phone rings. I don't even need to look at it to know it's him.

I flip it over; I'm right. I reject the call, but he calls back a second later. Why does this man want to drive me crazy? I groan in frustration and answer.

“Yes?” I ask.

“I don’t like being ignored, Miss Corbet.” He snarls.

“And I don’t like being harassed in my free time, so I guess neither of us is happy tonight.” I snarl back. The last thing I need is a fight with my boss; he could fire me.

His chuckle takes me by surprise. He was furious two seconds ago.

“You are quite sexy when you are angry.”

I freeze. Did he just call me sexy? No, I must be imagining things. He'd never say that.

“W-w-what did you just say?” I stammer, my cheeks burning.

“You heard me.” I can't see his face, but I'm sure he has a smug look on it.

“What is your game? Why are you acting this way? You’ve never even looked at me like that.” I try to sound confident, but I'm freaking out.

“How am I acting?” he asks sweetly. He doesn't get to play sweet after his behavior. Is he really going to make me say it? I shouldn't be surprised.

“You know how you’re acting, Mr. Sutton.” My words come out timid, and I hate myself for it. I'm not shy, just awkward. I do as I'm told at work because I want to keep my job, but I don't let people push me around outside of work. I've had enough of that in school and at home.

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”

“How about I hang up?” I snap, my annoyance returning.

“You can try, but I will call back, or better yet, I know where you live. I will come over, and we can finish this face-to-face. The choice is yours, kitten.” The firmness in his tone is familiar. He has such a dominant aura. I guess he needs to be that way in his business. He wouldn't be a billionaire if he were submissive.

“God, are you always this bossy, even outside of work?” I whine.

“Yes, I am. Now tell me how I'm acting towards you.”

I don't even know how to put it into words without embarrassing myself. I take a few deep breaths, calming myself. I know the only way to end this conversation is to give him what he wants.

“You are flirting with me—calling me ‘kitten’ and ‘sexy.’ I want to know why. I’ve worked with you for over a year, and you’ve never acted like this before.” I ramble, needing to get the words out quickly.

“What can I say? Today, I saw sides of you I didn’t know existed. I thought you were shy, quiet, and obedient. I learned tonight you’re not.” He replies in a throaty groan.

I don't respond immediately. I take a large gulp of wine. I need it before I can answer.

“I thought you liked people to be obedient and listen to you? Aren’t you contradicting yourself?” If he likes obedience, why is he acting differently when I'm not? He must be high or drunk.

“I do, but your sassiness seems to be turning me on for some reason. It might be because I want nothing more than to change it and turn you into a good girl.” He rasps.

Thank God my mouth isn't full of wine; I'd be choking right now. He must be lying. There's no way I'm turning him on. That same feeling starts between my thighs again. My breathing picks up.

Nope, I'm not doing this. I can't. I'm lost for words. There's only one thing for it. I hang up and switch off my phone. If he comes over, I won't answer the door. I'm not cut out for this, and work is going to be awkward tomorrow. I don't know how I'm going to face him.

My night was not supposed to end like this!