Chapter 9

I leave Black's office with more questions than I went in.
My knees practically tremble when I approach my desk and take a seat thinking that this man wants to feel "special" to someone. That was the word he used. And I turned out to be the person he referred to try. For a devil, I know I should hate him, I know I should run away from this workplace as soon as I allow him to exacerbate my working hours and not even think about it when he asks me to get on my knees in front of him, but I don't want to do it.
I lack air when I try to type the computer password on the desktop, all I do is think about why my heart almost burst the moment he asked me to let him be the first. He asked me. What kind of Man takes the trouble to do that today or to overcome all his prejudices or mental demons to the point of recognizing wanting to feel special for...me? Why me?