Chapter 5 Therapist

It had been days since it happened.

But her mind kept wandering back to it. The spanking, the way his hand felt on her, and the intense look in his eyes. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.

"I need to stop thinking about him like this," she thought. "I have work to do."

Her phone buzzed on her desk, snapping her out of her thoughts. A new message from Damien flashed on the screen.

"I need to see you in my office."

Ashley's heart skipped a beat. Again? What now? She swallowed her nerves, grabbed her notebook, and made her way to his office.

As she neared Damien's door, she paused briefly, her fingers hanging over the doorknob. "I can do it. Just be professional and try not to steal anything," she recited.

She took a deep breath, knocked gently, and pushed the door open.

"Sir, You wanted to..." Her words died off as she stepped inside.

She froze.

Damien was standing at his desk, shirtless, and in the process of putting on a pristine white dress shirt. Ashley couldn't help herself from admiring his massive chest, which was muscled and toned.

Damien looked up and saw her standing there, wide-eyed and flushed. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, his voice full of pleasure.

Ashley's cheeks flushed, and she averted her gaze. "I...uh...I didn't mean to..." she said, fumbling with her notes. "You...you said to come to your office."

"I did." Damien gently buttoned his shirt, his gaze never leaving her. "But it seems like you caught me at a... vulnerable moment."

Ashley's throat became dry, and she attempted to regain her composure. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you like that, Sir."

Damien took a step closer, his shirt still partially buttoned, showing his toned abs. "You don't seem too sorry, Ashley." He moved around his desk, reducing the space between them.

Ashley's heart raced in her chest. "I... I am. "It won't happen again," she managed to murmur, trying to step back from Damien.

Damien leaned closer, his breath warm on her ear. "You're a terrible liar," he said quietly.

Ashley's heart accelerated as she sensed his presence around her. She couldn't help but notice how near he was and how appealing his aroma was. She had to get out of there before she lost control.

"I should... I should go finish the report," Ashley murmured, her voice trembling.

But Damien did not move. Instead, he reached out to stroke a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, making her shudder. "You look flustered," he replied quietly. "Am I making you nervous?"

Ashley bit her lip, attempting to retain her cool. "No, I'm just..."

"Lying again," Damien said, his gaze fixed on hers. "You should know by now that I can see right through you."

Her breath stopped in her throat. His intense look made her feel fully exposed. Damien's fingers stayed near her face for a minute before he took a step back, his smirk never fading.

"You can go now," he replied nonchalantly, turning away and buttoning up his shirt as if nothing had occurred.

Ashley remained there for a while, her head whirling from the incident. She couldn't trust herself to say anything else, so she hastily nodded and exited his office, her heart racing.

Ashley returned to her desk and attempted to calm herself down.

"Why does he have this impact on me?"

She couldn't afford to get sidetracked by him. She had to concentrate, especially with being heavily involved in both the mafia and her normal responsibilities as a secretary. But keeping her attraction to Damien under control was growing increasingly harder by the day.

She closed her eyes for a time and took deep breaths.

"Focus, Ashley."

But no matter how hard she tried, the picture of him shirtless kept creeping up in her head, making it impossible to concentrate.

Ashley couldn't sleep that night as she tossed and turned in her bed. Her mind was still racing with memories of Damien, his smile, his taunting comments, and the way he had come so near. She muttered, furious with herself.

"My brain, can you please stop? He is my boss, and he is dangerous."

But when she fell asleep, her subconscious betrayed her.

Ashley was back at Damien's office. This time, he was standing even closer, his hands resting on her hips. He peered down at her with the same intense gaze, and she felt her body react to his touch.

"You belong to me," Damien said quietly, sending a chill down her spine.

Ashley's breathing increased as he leaned in and brushed his lips on her neck. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and the sensation overwhelmed her.

In her dream, she did not resist. She leaned against him, allowing the heat to grow as his hands moved over her body. The tension was excruciating, and just as she felt she couldn't stand it any longer, his lips finally took hers in a violent, passionate kiss.

Ashley sprang awake, her heart beating and her body drenched in sweat. She sat up in bed, breathing rapidly, her cheeks red from shame.

"What the heck was that?" She couldn't believe she'd had such a dream about Damien, of all people.

She ran her hand through her hair, attempting to shake off the emotions from the dream. But it was useless. Her heart raced as she remembered his touch, even if it was only a dream.

Ashley attempted to forget about the dream the next morning as she prepared for work. "It was only a dream. She repeatedly reminded herself. It doesn't mean anything."

But deep down, she knew that wasn't true.

"How do you keep the fact that you have a wet dream about someone a secret, especially when the person can see your soul?

Maybe she should see a therapist.