A few months ago, if someone told you that you were having sex with your boss, whom you hate, in her office, you would have called that person crazy; however, here you are, picking up papers that have already been reviewed and walking to Sara's office for what seems like the thousandth time this week just to see her.

Sarah was the daughter of the owner of the cosmetics company where you worked, which made her your boss. You guys had already started off on the wrong foot; you were leaving the interview and bumped into Sara in the elevator, spilling coffee on her clothes, and that's how you realized you were going to hate her.

Sara was five years older than you. She was used to be respected by the younger people in the Company, but you? You wouldn't allow Sara to be mean and rude to you just because she was older.

This made her went nuts. The way you talked back at her, and, gods, how she hated when you rolled those pretty eyes of yours at her.

*You hated how she gave you orders, the way she tossed her hair back and the smell of the nasty – wonderfull – expensive perfume she wears everyday for work like it's a ritual.

But the truth is that you were one of Sara's best employees; your work was impeccable, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't find any errors in your documents that would give her a reason to complain.

Not to mention that Sara was constantly thinking about you. Even at home, she couldn't enjoy the silence without hearing the sound of your voice echoing in her mind. Sara found herself touching herself at night, murmuring your name more times than she could count on her fingers.

That's when everything went wrong, the hatred turned into desire, Sara started being nicer to you without realizing it and had to restrain herself from praising you all the time.

You're in Sara's office right now; your head is spinning as you sit in the office couch, while she's kneeling in front of you with her mouth between your legs after a silly argument. She heard a rumor that you were going out with Jane from finance. She's never been jealous, but this drove her crazy.

Sara wasn't used to any of this, but part of her wanted to try. She knew she couldn't admit she was jealous; her pride would never let her do something like that. Sara wanted you and couldn't deny it anymore. She was becoming kind to you, vulnerable, and she hated it.

Sara didn't like relationships, so why did she find herself imagining introducing you to her friends, sleeping together until dawn, and cooking for you? She was one step away from tearing all the hair out of her head from stress. It sucked that she couldn't tell you the truth.

Damn, did you have to be so beautiful and interesting? Couldn't you have been someone different? Someone who wasn't as annoying as you.

How can a little brat like you taste so good? God, you really are infuriating. Sara says when you're finished, she gets up wiping her mouth and you sigh, closing your eyes tiredly. She raises an eyebrow in restrained amusement and sit next to you, waiting to see if you're really okay.