"Xa... Xander. Since when were you there?"

"Since you told that stranger about my bad side."

"It's not what you think."

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Xander leaned forward until his face and Angel's were almost touching. Only a few more inches before he could kiss those pink lips that were panting frantically. But he had better save the best for later. Xander chose to enjoy Angel's sweet body scent and the tantalizing sight of her braless breasts.

She's damn hot! Xander groaned inwardly. How could he have never noticed it all this time? He would soon break his own oath if he did not straighten his back quickly. He would fuck his secretary right then and there!

"I-I didn't mean to badmouth you."

"I heard everything you said earlier."

"I apologize."

Angel looked really guilty. Cold sweat slid down the back of her neck and all over her body. Her eyes moved restlessly to the right and left, as if expecting someone to come to help her.

"You and Finn bad-mouthed me at the café. And now you're doing it with a stranger, huh? What's your real problem, Angel? You hate me? Do you have a grudge against me? What? Tell me the truth."

His hand moved to lift Angel's chin so she would have no reason to avoid his gaze.

"Hey man, this woman is with me."

"This girl is mine. She is my lover."

"What?"

Xander smirked at Angel. His arms wrapped around her waist possessively, as if he really was her boyfriend.

"You have a boyfriend? You said-"

"No, Dimitri. I don't-"

"She keeps her relationship with me a secret."

Angel panicked when Dimitri started to get off his stool to approach Xander. Dimitri pushed Xander hard and slapped his hand away from her waist.

"She's not your lover. Don't pretend to be her lover, dude."

"Wait. I know him, Dimitri. He... he is..."

"If you know him, why did you lie to me? Why didn't you admit he was your boyfriend?"

"That's because..." Angel glanced at Xander in frustration.

"Because I'm her boss"

"Oh, so you're that rude guy? You often play with women and get your secretary into trouble, huh?"

"Dimitri stop it. That is not true. Xander wasn't like that. I... I was just lying."

"Seriously? Angel, you said your boss is a bastard who often orders you to clean up the mess he makes in the office," Dimitri looked at Angel with a frown and a disappointed look.

Angel gulped nervously. She was trapped in her own game. "I apologize. My boss is not like that. Xander Whithold is a good boss."

"You said your boss was an old man with a pot-belly and a perverted brain."

"A-actually...."

"Angel has a great sense of humor. She didn't mean that. I forbid her from sharing my profile with strangers. But because you just slapped my hand and accused me of hurting Angel, I'm forced to show my true identity to you."

Xander placed his palm on Angel's shoulder. He made a very clear gesture in front of Dimitri that Angel was his.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to lie to you, Dimitri," Angel looked very sorry.

"You don't have to pay for my drink. I will pay for it myself and pay yours as an apology."

"No, you don't need to. Let that be my business. Dexter!" Xander quickly turned to Dexter, who had been looking at the three of them with a face full of interest.

"Put both of their bills on my bill."

"Aye-aye captain. Done."

"Well, now I need my secretary. Go away. Look for other women on the dance floor who are interested in you. This woman is mine."

Angel was busy praying silently that there wouldn't be a fight because of her actions. She had just made a fatal mistake by badmouthing Xander in front of a stranger she had only just met. Dimitri shot her a disappointed look. After Xander shooed him away, he turned to leave without saying anything. But he was clearly angry because he had been cheated.

"Who is that man? Do you really know him?"

"We just met on the dance floor. What are you doing here?!" Angel screamed irritably.

"Do I need to get your permission to go to the club?" whispered Xander sensually in her ear.

"You shouldn't act like that. I mean, why are you suddenly claiming me as your girlfriend?" she freaked out.

"I was trying to save you from that bastard."

Her body shuddered at the feeling of Xander's breath on her ear. She had never stood so close to her boss. Their bodies were almost pressed together. Xander still rested his hot palms on her bare shoulders. Angel wasn't stupid that Xander was currently staring at the V-neck of her very short dress.

"I'm a grown man. I decide for myself where and when I will go somewhere, Angel."

"O-okay. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to badmouth you earlier."

"So, what were you doing with him?"

"Just trying to find an interesting topic. He was the one who initially asked what I did for a living, then we talked about the strict boss to avoid awkwardness."

"Who did you come here with?"

"My cousin, Ellena. She had just returned from shooting in Las Vegas and wanted to loosen her frayed nerves. She took me here."

"Where is she now? Your cousin shouldn't have left you alone," Xander grumbled as he took a sip of his vodka.

His arm was still on Angel's shoulder. He marked his possessions clearly so that no man would try to approach Angel again.

"I think she has found an interesting man. I saw her chatting with someone on the dance floor."

Angel looked around frantically among the dozens of people who were swaying on the dance floor. Ellena was nowhere to be seen. She wanted to ask her cousin for help, so she could escape from Xander's clutches. But as far as her eyes could see, she only found strangers. Her cousin was nowhere to be found.

"By the way, Angel, I didn't think that you could turn into a naughty woman," Xander's eyes flashed like a predator.

"I'm having fun here. You have no right to criticize my style."

She tried to cover her cleavage with her arms. But that was a terrible idea because her breasts looked like they were going to jump out of Ellena's mini-bra cup.

"It's true. I'm not criticizing you, I'm admiring the beauty that you rarely show in the office."

Angel's body shivered as Xander's fingertips gently rubbed her thighs. She had dreamed about it for months after becoming Xander's secretary. In every erotic dream she imagined Xander touching her skin with his warm but firm palms. But all her erotic dreams were nothing compared to the real touch of Xander's hot palms. Her body was tingling, and melting like melted chocolate. She was afraid that Xander would see her hardened breasts under that super mini dress.

"Sorry, I have to go home."

Angel hastily jumped up from her stool. She shuffled away from Xander until she was sure Xander's fingers were no longer on her skin.

"You have a meeting at eight tomorrow and I have to come to the office at seven to prepare everything."

"Good girl. I like having a secretary like you. How are you going to get home? Did you bring your car?"

"Ellena and I took a taxi because we were worried we would be too drunk when we got home and wouldn't be able to drive ourselves."

Angel suddenly felt sad because she had to go home alone without Ellena. Her cousin would definitely never remember her while she was busy fondling her date.

"I'll take you home."

"No. You don't have to drive me home. I'll call a taxi."

"You think I'm going to let you go home alone with that dress, huh?" Xander looked at Angel's body from head to toe. But he deliberately lingered on the V-neck section, which had the most beautiful view. He licked his lips as erotic images of himself licking his secretary's cleavage danced in his mind..

"Wear my jacket to cover your body."

"But I'm not cold."

"Who said this jacket is to keep your body warm? This jacket is to cover your transparent body."

"You think this dress is made of plastic, huh?"

"You really look like you're wearing plastic instead of a dress. You had perky breasts that almost jumped out of the small cup of your bra. People will be happy to see you without a jacket."

Angel grabbed the sports jacket from Xander's hands roughly. She didn't like the way Xander described her appearance tonight. She knew that she had made a mistake by wearing Ellena's tight dress. If she could turn back time, she would like to wear her own dress and appear more covered.

"Do not frown. You're prettier when you smile."

"You don't have to pretend to flatter me. I know I'm no match for your dates."

"Of course you're no match for them. Because you are at a higher level than them."

Xander's words at the bar counter were still ringing in her mind. They got into Xander's car and were on their way back to her apartment. Angel didn't think that Xander had thought that far ahead. She thought Xander was a cold and arrogant man. Like there was no chance for her to get flattery from Xander Whithold.

The ride home was very quiet. Angel tried to divert her boredom by staring at the monotonous view outside the window. Usually they would talk about Xander's very busy schedule and the various formal invitations he had to attend. Never had they been caught in such awkward silence.

"Did you like the guy at the bar?"

"Who?"

"The man I sent away."

"Um... We just got to know each other. I think he's pretty cool."

"I'm sorry for sending him away."

Xander glanced at her with a sour face. "You are very sexy and beautiful tonight. I don't think that guy is truly sincere to you."

"Sincere or not, I don't care. I just want to have fun tonight."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, since several years ago."

"What caused you two to separate?"

"He's having an affair."

Angel looked away towards the window. She was embarrassed to talk about her love story with Mario, which did not go smoothly.

"That's the right action. Never give a jerk a chance."

"How about you?"

Angel suddenly realized that her spontaneous question had really crossed the line. She became confused and tried to improve the situation. But the question had already left her lips.

"Are you saying that I'm as much of a jerk as your ex-boyfriend?"

The traffic light turned red quickly when it was his turn to pass through the intersection. Xander was forced to stop the car, and he had a chance to turn towards his secretary.

"Angel, you've been my secretary for years. You've seen everything I've done with those women."

"You were disappointed with your ex-lover, and you tried to forget the pain by messing with those women?"

Xander smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would share his bitter past with his secretary.

"You've heard that a lot from Finn. You can judge me whatever you like."

"I think you have every right to feel hurt because you were betrayed. But you can't keep up that pace of life. You have to stop someday and start being serious about the relationship you are in. Not all the women you've dated are bad, right? There must be one that caught your attention."

"So far all women are the same. They just want pleasure from me, but they can't understand me. In fact, no one was better than Jennifer at the beginning of our meeting."

"Maybe someday you'll find it."

Angel didn't understand why she suddenly had an impulsive reaction to touching the back of Xander's hand that was lying on his toned thigh. She ignored the tremors in her own body and the heat that continued to spread from the nape to her cheeks. In all her years as Xander's secretary, Angel had never had such emotional physical contact.

"Thanks, Angel. You are the best."

Angel hurriedly pulled her hand away when the traffic light turned green. She stiffly kept her palms on her lap and looked straight ahead with her body very upright. Angel wanted to curse the stupid nervousness she was feeling. That was really embarrassing. She hoped Xander wouldn't notice her nervousness once their hands touched.

"Oh my God, Angel! You only even touched his hand, not kissed him. Stop shaking!" Angel scolded herself in her heart.

"Are you cold?"

"N-no."'

"Your body is shaking."

"I... yes, maybe I'm cold. This dress is too revealing."

Xander raised the thermostat and made the temperature in the car warm. But Angel was still shivering. Her brain went wild imagining erotic things with her boss. Her lips were still twitching with pleasure from her boss's kiss. She thought about holding on to that pleasurable sensation for as long as she could. She didn't want to lose the delicious taste of her boss's lips on hers.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yes."

She was getting impatient to run away and curl up under her blanket. She was sure Xander knew what was happening to her, but he pretended not to care.

"We are here."

"Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow at the office."

It was so awkward. This was their first time leaving the office formality zone. Angel couldn't focus on opening her seatbelt. She was so nervous because Xander was watching her with his sharp gaze. Her body became hot, and her nerves became sensitive. She would have probably moaned loudly like a bitch if Xander hadn't interrupted her suddenly.

"Need help?"

"Uh... I..."

"Just tell me if you need help, Angel."

Shit! She both hated and loved how Xander said her name. It sounded both sexy and dangerous with his slightly hoarse accent.

"No. I can do it myself. You really don't need to help me."

"Don't argue. I will help you."

Angel gulped nervously when Xander bent in front of her to undo the seat belt around her body. She turned her face towards the window to avoid Xander's dangerous green eyes.

A soft clicking sound jolted Angel's body. She quickly put away the seat belt strap and hurriedly opened the door.

"Once again, thank you. I'll give you your jacket back in the morning, sir."

"Call me Xander. We're not in the office, Angel."

"Um... Okay, Xander."

Xander watched Angel's awkward movements. His hands itched to do something. The image of his secretary's sexy body under the almost transparent dress stirred his mind. Impulsively, he grabbed Angel's shoulders and pulled her back into the car.

"Wait."

"Yes? Is there something you want to say?"

"No."

But Xander suddenly kissed her hard. Angel widened her eyes in surprise. Xander who was closing his eyes while enjoying her lips filled her entire view. His palm pushed her nape to deepen their kiss. His tongue flicked the seam of her lips before entering her mouth. Angel moaned softly in between their hot kisses.

"Good night," Xander pulled his head away and whispered against her glistening lips huskily.

Angel nodded stiffly. Her gaze was blank. She still couldn't believe that her boss had just kissed her. Again. She had been kissed twice by her boss in one night!

She stepped out of his car and closed the door behind her quietly. Her soul felt like it was floating in the air. Her cheeks were burning hot. Her lips were twitching, and wet, and hot, and everything. Angela couldn't describe the feeling that was welling up in her chest.

Oh my God! Xander kissed me? Hell must be freezing over right now. Xander, who was cold and never paid attention to me, suddenly kissed me? God, please don't ever wake me up if this is just a dream.

The sound of Xander's car horn brought Angel out of her stupid daydream. She was still waiting on the sidewalk until Xander's car disappeared around the corner. A second later she groaned softly while rubbing her lips, which felt hot. Her lips felt heavy and had a hint of whiskey from Xander's tongue. Her cold and stiff boss suddenly turned warm to her. She had to thank Ellena for lending her that sexy tight dress. Xander no longer found her boring and too formal, instead he found her sexy and hot.

"Kyaaa! "I'll go to the office in a tight dress starting tomorrow morning," Angel muttered hysterically.

Walking into her apartment, Angel couldn't stop thinking about her boss and his kiss. She was sure that tonight she wouldn't be able to sleep without dreaming of her boss's handsome face while kissing her.