Dean's POV:

Writing the small card for Kiara, I hope she isn't going to hate me. As her boss I probably shouldn't be sending her dresses as a gift. At least I have the excuse putting it down as a thank you for her amazing work.

It didn't take me long to find the right dress, as soon as I entered the boutique and saw it drapped on one of these mannequins, I knew this was it. There are another two dresses I chose for tomorrow, which will be sent on to her room while we are out for dinner. Perhaps that will give her some time to relax after the first surprise.

Knowing her, she is going to pop as soon as she sees it although she really deserves it. And afterall I was the one to take her here, the least I can do is dress her right for a place like this.

As soon as I'm back in the hotel, I hurry to get myself ready, while someone else brings her the box with the dress for tonight. Although it's a business trip and I should see this in a professional way, I can't help but feel excited to see her in the dress and spend time with her. The flight was fun and the time has never passed so fast.

When we crossed the clouds and she was stunned by the sight unfolding infront of her, her face was so relaxed. The sun was shining on to her ginger coloured hair and pale skin making it look as if it was glowing, she looked ever so beautiful.

After our intense moment when I straped her in, I couldn't help but feel angry and disappointed at the same time. With myself, for letting me feel that way again, but also with that stewardess who interrupted that moment. It took me a couple of moments to regain my cool, while staring out of the window.

Dressed in a blue tuxedo and white shirt, I start walking across to Kiara's suite. Nervousness isn't what I usually know, but this girl makes me feel nervous. I take a few deep breaths, before knocking on the door.

The door opens, to be honest I don't know what I had expected, but I am absolutely stunned when I see Kiara stood right in front of me.

The dress looks even better than I could have ever imagined, hugging her curves, making them pop even more while still looking classy. Her long hair for a change isn't pulled up straight on her head into a ponytail. Instead it cascades in soft waves down her shoulders and back right down, nearly reaching her hips.

And those lips of hers look like the most beautiful and tempting sin in the world, with red lipstick matching her dress, in contrast to her ivory skin. Lips that look so delicious and kissable. Fuck why am I her damn boss?

If I thought blue is her colour, I totally underestimated the effect red could have on her. Blue is beautiful and suits her very well. Red is like THE colour for her, showing the fire she really is in the most sinful way imaginable. Now I wish I had bought her everything in red, even if it would torture me.

Damn, no! My thoughts aren't even allowed to go down that lane. I don't know how long I have been stood here simply gawking at her, when I realize it's about time to say something. By the looks on her face it probably was a while and she has flushed.

Clearing my throat I finally start speaking. "Kiara you look absolutely stunning tonight." Unbelievable stunning, I add in my thoughts.

For the first time she seems to look shy. "Ehm, thanks. You clean up very well too."

Feeling the heat rise to my face, I think for the first time in life, I might be flushing myself. Before this gets awkward I suggest that we head to the restaurant.

Watching her face while entering simply does my day. This restaurant is very exclusive, huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling light the dark restaurant up. The whole interior is a mixture between dark walls and white chairs and tables added with golden accessiores. Our table is in a fairly quite private corner in front of a huge window, giving us a free view over the ocean.

Guess the way Kiara is taking in the whole restaurant right now, is the way I took her in beforehand.

"This is amazing. Way out of my range but amazing", she murmers more to herself than to anyone else.

Beginning of the week I still thought, she's a spoiled daddy's girl who pays everything his little girl wants. But seeing her reactions in the last few days and the few things she does mention, makes me think I might have judged her totally wrong.

"Will you drink some wine with me?", I ask not knowing if I'm over stepping some boarder again.

"Yea sure, but you better order, I have no idea about this stuff", she chuckles and I do, just as I already order some light starters too.

"Tell me Kiara, do you like your suite?"

"It's amazing, I have never seen anything like it. I mean I have never seen anything like this altogether. At the moment I feel like I am having an overload of new impressions. Oh, and have you seen those showers? I mean, I could hardly figure out how to work them, you can do anything with them, massage, rainshower, music and even dimm the lights and god knows what else. But it took me about ten minutes to figure out, how to switch the water on in the first place and how to regulate the temperature.

Those showers could be the reason I will simply stay here or at least spend all my freetime in them. And then there's the view, looking down at the tiny people, but also like here looking directly out on the ocean." The excitement about her suite is so damn cute as if someone had just told her she has won the lottery. "Is your's so amazing too?"

"Yes, we kind of have the same suite. If you leave your window shades up you might even wake up to the most beautiful view here. Our suits are situated in a way, you can see the sunrise over the ocean. That's kind of my favourite thing anytime I come here." For a moment I think about offering, to show her how the shower works, but she might misunderstand it, so I decide to leave it.

We eat and drink in peace, although she did give me a bit of hell for buying the dress. Jeez, when she finds out about the other two, she is probably gonna chop my balls off or something. But altogether we have a lot of fun. Kiara tells me some of her college stories, while I tell her mine.

Watching Kiara eat is fun as always. I have never seen anyone eat so full of passion, and every time her eyes close and her full red lips surround the fork, I have to remind myself to stop staring at it. The more wine we drink, the more open we act with each other.

"Fancy having a drink at the hotel bar, before we attend our suites for the night?", I ask, not wanting this moment to end just yet, as soon as we reach the hotel.

"Drinks on you?", and I see a devilish smirk on her face.

"Sure, just if you won't skin me alive for it", the chuckle leaves my lips automatically.

Thinking back, I can never remember a time in my life, I have ever laughed and chuckled so much as in the last couple of hours. And the more wasted we get, the more we laugh and talk about random shit but also getting to know each other.

"So tell me Kiara, what was the most stupid thing you have ever done in your life?"

"I've done a lot of stupid things, most of them were a lot of fun. But the most stupid thing, which I really regret, was to move in with Brad", she nearly spits the name out like venom.

"Brad? Is he your boyfriend?", not knowing if I really want to know the answer, it came out before I was able to think.

Kiara snorts, shakes her head and bursts out laughing, before I can see the pain take over her face. "Nope not anymore. Caught that cheating piece of shit fucking my beeeessst friend on my kitchen table five weeks ago. We were together for two years and eight weeks ago he asked me to marry him. Yea that fucking asshole, was probably having it off with Nora, that little bitch, already at that time."

Chugging down the whole glass of her sex on the beach in one go, I can tell how much this is nagging at her and I push my glass of whiskey on the rocks over to her. A small smile appears on her face before she chugs the glass down in one go too.

"More?", I ask carefully, as I don't know how much she can take and we already have had quite a bit.

"Yea, one more should be fine", and I order another two glasses.

Moving a little closer to her, as I see she is fighting tears, I whisper: "He doesn't deserve you. And honestly, he must be very dumb to let an amazing, smart and beautiful girl like you go. It's his loss, not yours."

My thumb caresses the one tear away which is strolling down her cheek. While my other hand cups her cheek. "No guy that makes you cry is worth being in your life I whisper", as her eyes focus on mine. These wonderful hazelnut coloured eyes. My heartbeat speeds up just looking into her eyes and without thinking I feel myself moving closer while she leans further into my palms.

Suddenly drinks are being placed in front of us, pulling me out of the daze and Kiara draws back from me.

"Guess after this drink we should be going to our rooms, we have an important meeting tomorrow", even if it's not what I want right now, this is what I had to say, before things escalate even more.

"Yes you're right", Kiara agrees with me. As much as I would like to tease her now for agreeing for once with me, I leave it. Our banter wouldn't exactly help. To top it off, she is vulnerable and drunk right now.

Both of us reach for our drink and chug it down. Well that's it for tonight, it's nearly 2am anyway and we have both been up long.

The air again is thick while we are on the elevator, stepping off feels like a relief. In front of her door we simply say a fast and polite good night to each other.

Closing the door behind me, I feel drained and start kicking my shoes off immediately, while my hands unbutton my shirt and toss it across the room. Normally I would pack everything neatly by side, today I just want to get rid of it. The moment I want to start unbuttoning my pants, a loud pound at the door stops me from proceeding.

Opening the door, a furious Kiara storms into my room, tossing a bag at me. It takes me a moment to realize it's the bag with the other two dresses which I had nearly forgotten about after this whole evening.

"What the hell is this?", her angry voice booms through the room.

"Simply two dresses for tomorrow, one for the meeting and one for tomorrow evening. I thought you could maybe do with them."

"You can't just go ahead and buy me expensive dresses, without even asking me."

"I thought you could perhaps do with that shit for tomorrow", I defend myself already feeling the anger rising about her behaving this way.

"If I need anything, I will be sure to get it myself. I don't need anyone to do it for me. I'm not somekind of whore to be impressed by money" she yells while pushing at my bare chest.

"Whore?", now my anger is at full rage. "How dare you even think this was my intention? I simply wanted to be friendly, help you and do something good for you after you helped me. Why can't you just simply say thank you and accept the gesture behind it? No you always have to be fucking fighting me."

"You asshole have no idea about me", and she shoves me once more, which is enough for me.

My hands wrap tight around her wrist while I push her backwards against the wall. "I. said. stop. fighting. me", my voice is comming stagnant and her chest is rising and falling again while she wriggles around.

As soon as I let go of her wrists, as I don't want to force her, she starts pounding against my chest again. Making me grab hold of them again and I pin her hands up against the wall with one hand while my other lifts her chin. "Are you going to be a good girl now and stop fighting me?"

"Never", and a cocky smirk appears on her face. "Now what are you going to do about it?"

My last strings snap and I push her with my own body against the wall, my face only inches away from hers. Both of us are breathing hard and I feel her breath on my skin making my skin tingle. I know this is weird but I am fucking hard for her right now and I am sure she can feel it, the way our bodies are pressed against each other.

My lips brush slightly over her lips and her jawline, wanting to kiss and taste her so badly. "I'm your boss", I sigh.

"Yes" she whispers while I hear her sigh heavy too.

There's only one right thing to do right now. Letting go of her wrists and backing off a bit.

"Please take the dresses, they were meant as a gift, as a thank you and nothing else. No expectations on my side for it. And I'm sure they will be perfect for you tomorrow", I plead.

"Fine", she takes the bag and leaves the room immediately.

The blood is still rushing through my veins and my dick feels harder than it's ever been in my life and she didn't even do anything. Her amazing body pressed against mine, her scent, the tingle of her breath and even that fucking banter was enough to get me going.

If this keeps up, I'm going to go insane before the weekend ends. Why do things have to be so complicated?

Angry with myself for losing control, I grab for a glass of whiskey toss it down and as it doesn't satisfy me enough, my hand automatically smashes it full force against the wall.

Fuck!

A/N: Ok, this chapter is shorter than the others. Therefore you are getting a double update today. I'm not sure what time I can make it tomorrow, but be sure there will be one coming. (Well tomorrow within my time zone)

So things are getting more and more intense between the two of them. Tiny details about Kiara being revealed. But I think this weekend is still going to get very exciting one or the other way.

Love you all so much, thanks for the support I am getting right from the beginning with this book, as it really feels so different writing this one and I wasn't sure whether to keep it up or not.

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