It didn't matter how many times she reminded herself not to let her mind wander because it was unprofessional, her mind wandered the moment they shook hands. She almost gasped, almost. At least she hoped he didn't notice that she hld her breath the moment their hands touched. She didn't want to hold her breath but it was the better option of the two that she could choose from. When he took her hand, she swore there were some electricity that passed between them and not static electricity. She could feel the firmness in his hand and that made her think thoughts that she should never ever think about but it was all she wanted: to feel his hand against her bare asscheeks, a loud smack echoing through the air followed by her own innocent yet lustfully laced cry of pain as she endured the the reverberated sting against her skin. Makayla almost melted in the spot.<br/><br/>She held her breath instead.<br/><br/>She was glad that he moved away from her because she was reeling from his 'I know exactly who you are'. On one hand she knew he was referring to their working positions. It would be ridiculous for him to not know who she was. He was the one she met with on her initial day and now he was her performance reviewer. He knew who she was. But then there was that other hand. Did he know<i>exactly</i>who she was? Because it sounded like he knew. As if he knew she would gladly hold her arms behind her back, cross at the wrist for him to tie her up, hold her very breath as he forcefully or gently pulled her towards his body and just press his body against her. As if he would then lean in and whisper firmly, "I know who you are.. and you're mine."<br/><br/>Makayla had trouble sitting down. Her knees pressed hard against one another as she sat down and struggled--she hoped he couldn't tell-- to crossed her legs professionally. "My weakness..." Her voice was very quiet and too submissive.<i>Don't say sir. Don't say sir.</i>"My weakness is.." She was panicking. "I'm... I like to follow orders to a T."<i>Oh my god! Why did I just say that?</i>"What I mean is that sometimes, critical thinking is required on the job but I honestly thing as an accountant the extent of critical thinking that is needed stops at double checking to make sure the numbers match. Following instructions in this sort of thing should not be questioned, sir."<br/><br/>She nervously tugged at the end of her blouse as her mind yelled at her to shut the hell up. She was babbling and making a fool of herself.