CHAPTER SEVEN- KATE'S CONFUSION

Kate’s POV

Kate did not know how she managed to leave the Whitmore Global building on wobbly legs. She remembered stepping into the elevator, she remembered the doors opening on the ground floor and the bright sunlight hitting her face when she stepped out into the street but everything had happened so fast.

She finally paused for air, her brain trying to process the incident of the past few minutes. She heard the sound of car horns, footsteps as people walked by and loud conversations but her mind was focused on one person only.

Eric Whitmore.

Her lips still shivered from their kiss and she pressed them together, still tasting him. She closed her eyes and held her hand to her chest in an effort to steady the fast beating of her heart. She felt as if everyone that looked at her knew what she had done and she felt a little self conscious.

“Holy shit” she muttered to herself before hailing a cab.

As soon as Kate locked her door, she leaned heavily against it, letting out a slow breath and trying to calm her nerves.

Her thoughts raced wildly back to being pressed against Eric’s wall. Her arms wrapped around his hard frame while he took claim of her lips like she was his. Her body definitely had a mind of its own, surrendering even before she could stop herself.

Who was she kidding though? She hadn't wanted him to stop, couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to and that realization left her more confused than ever. The kiss was unexpected and highly inappropriate given the circumstances but it sure as hell felt right.

How did this even happen? Interviews were meant to be professional. You were supposed to figure out if you could fit in while the company decides whether you're what they're looking for. Not sucking lips with the CEO and testing to see if your bodies and tongues aligned.

As she dragged her feet to her bedroom, she couldn’t stop hearing his voice in her head, the way his eyes had burned into her and watched her every move and she felt her cheeks flush again. She couldn’t understand it or make sense of what happened but she knew that being in his arms felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Had she caused it somehow? Maybe looked at him in a certain way, smiled seductively or carried a ‘please kiss me sir' aura? Nah, she didn’t think so. He might be a billionaire and could have any girl he wanted alright but that man had wanted her. Bad.

“What does this mean though?” She asked herself. “What happens now?”

She pressed her hands to her face and let out a muffled scream, more anxious than ever. She really wanted this job, well more like needed it in most part for the money but now she couldn't help wondering if she would hear from him again- them. She meant them again. Damn it! But the probability of getting the job seemed unlikely right now and that hurt.

Kate walked to her bedroom and changed out of her clothes. She kept pacing back and forth, unable to stay still, her blood was still pumping from the adrenaline rush of the kiss. She was in desperate need of something to take her mind off this mess. Looking at her table, she spotted her laptop and decided to give it another go and write something.

She didn’t know what to write at first but as she settled in her chair, the words began to form gradually in her head. She started to type about her confusion, her thoughts, about being in the middle of a dangerous situation but not wanting to come out.

Simple and short sentences began to grow into full pages and she found herself typing away for hours.