Chapter 11. Her Mysoginistic Boss

Now her hands were resting against someone's chest that most likely was a man, rather a giant man. She could feel his well-built and muscular chest beneath her, and an earthy and minty scent came off him.

As she gained balance, she got herself out of his grip and stepped back, her chest cavity expanding with slow and shallow breaths that implied she was fretful. Slow and shallow breaths escaped her plump lips.

"Th...thanks," she said in a low voice, and on cue, the floor illuminated again. She looked at the ceiling and then her eyes landed on the person standing in front of her. His muscular chest was clad in a white shirt, the first two buttons of which were open, and his sleeves were folded up, revealing his veiny arms. His eyes had that very pinning, intense appearance. He looked enigmatic. To her, he appeared darkly menacing. A certain coldness and quietness enveloped him, especially in the metallic shards of his gaze that seemed to stare into her soul.

"I'm...