She looked at him with mild disdain in her eyes as she sincerely felt that he had cheated . He was too clever with his words and she had realized it now the hard way after falling into his traps multiple times .

She was angry and she pouted her lips and said,

"You cheated . Twisting the words is not fair" .

"Cheated? That's a very strongly opinionated word, Miss Akira . Don't you think so?", he said and turned towards her .

"Strongly opinionated? Really? Then what about the fool I made out of myself by teaching you the rules of the dancing? Jeez, I even told you how to count the steps rhythmically . The whole time I was thinking I was teaching you and helping you learn", she said disappointedly .

"Yes, you were . It was a good brush up of the fundamentals you know . Your efforts are much appreciated and I must say, you do possess good teaching abilities", he said with all seriousness .

His words somehow made her even angrier . Her face turned red hot . She couldn't believe that he let her go on and on and on about dancing when he himself was a master and probably danced even better than her . She felt like a complete idiot .

"Then I guess you have practiced enough and probably that's all the a.s.sistance that you would be needing from me", Akira said sarcastically .

"Are you angry with me or something?" Raymond asked .

"Really? Did you get that now?", she asked disdainfully .

"How do I know? Your emotions are always jumbled up . Sometimes your heart wants something, but your mouth speaks otherwise", Raymond said and threw a double-edged knife of twisted words at her .

"What do you mean?", she demanded .

"Didn't you tell that you like dirty dancing and wanted to dance like that someday?", He asked .

"I did, so?", Akira questioned back .

"So instead of thanking me, I don't understand why are you getting angry with me", Raymond said and sat on the chair next to him .

"I am angry because you lied to me", Akira said and looked at him .

"I didn't and you know that", he said calmly and then again folded his hands in front of him defensively .

She opened her mouth to say something but then she restrained herself . She stomped her feet lightly on the floor and with a grudge-filled heart, she walked towards her shoes . She picked up her heels and turned towards the sofa which was present on the left end of the room . She slumped on the sofa and started buckling up the straps of her heels on her ankles .

Her hands were still trembling as she hadn't fully recovered from the intimate dance that they had shared . Her heart was still racing at its peak and her focus was dispersed . She struggled a bit to get the strap into the pin correctly .

"Do you need help with that?", he asked .

She saw that he was still gawking at her intently and it seemed like he had no intention to give up .

"No thanks!!! I am good", she replied spitefully .

She was showing off of all her anger towards him because deep down she wasn't really angry because of his lies . She was angry with herself for the way she lost all her control . She was angry because she couldn't understand why she acted so recklessly . No matter what, he was still her boss . She was angry because with him she lost the sense of self-restraint . She was unable to accept the fact that even though she knew her boundaries clearly, she had herself pushed it way too far .

After she was done with her shoes, she got up and said,

"As our practice session is over, I guess I would take my leave now" .

She knew that he would have had made plans for the cooking dinner with her as discussed earlier, but she was scared of spending more time with him .

Raymond didn't utter a single word and he sat on the chair nonchalantly . She walked to the desk where he was sitting to pick up her bag and mobile phone which she had kept on top of it . But before she could pick her stuff and move an inch away, he clasped her hands in his own . He didn't pull her close but made her turn towards him . He looked up into her eyes and said,

"Tell me why you are angry?" .

Akira lost her patience and said,

"I told you earlier . I do not like twisted statements . You could have told me clearly that you just wanted a partner to practice" .

Then she turned her face away unable to face his look .

"Akira can you look at me and tell me why are you really angry?", he asked again calmly .

"I told you already", she said but this time her voice staggered .

She nervously started fiddling with the hemline of her skirt and said,

"How many times do you want to hear the same thing? I thought you were the smart one?"

"I will just ask you one more time Akira . Why are you angry?", he asked this time with a gentle soft tone and took her other hand which was fiddling with her skirt into his own .

She continued looking down, unable to raise her head .

How could she tell him that she was angry with herself? How could she tell him she was angry because he made her heart race and skip a beat? How could she tell him that she was mad with herself for being so naive?

But probably he understood her . So no matter how angry she was at him, or at least pretended to, he didn't feel bad at all . Somehow he understood the predicament of the whole situation and wanted to draw her out of it .

So he let go of her hands and got up . He took a few steps and started walking out of the room . Then dramatically after a few steps he stopped and turned towards her and said,

"Some unapologetic moron promised me to be my sous-chef today . I just hope they don't back down on their words and simply run away" .

She looked at him with mild disdain in her eyes as she sincerely felt that he had cheated . He was too clever with his words and she had realized it now the hard way after falling into his traps multiple times

.

.

She was angry and she pouted her lips and said, .

.

"You cheated . Twisting the words is not fair"

.

.

"Cheated? That's a very strongly opinionated word, Miss Akira . Don't you think so?", he said and turned towards her

.

"Strongly opinionated? Really? Then what about the fool I made out of myself by teaching you the rules of the dancing? Jeez, I even told you how to count the steps rhythmically . The whole time I was thinking I was teaching you and helping you learn", she said disappointedly

.

.

"Yes, you were . It was a good brush up of the fundamentals you know . Your efforts are much appreciated and I must say, you do possess good teaching abilities", he said with all seriousness

.

.

His words somehow made her even angrier . Her face turned red hot . She couldn't believe that he let her go on and on and on about dancing when he himself was a master and probably danced even better than her . She felt like a complete idiot

.

"Then I guess you have practiced enough and probably that's all the a.s.sistance that you would be needing from me", Akira said sarcastically

.

.

"Are you angry with me or something?" Raymond asked

.

"Really? Did you get that now?", she asked disdainfully

.

.

"How do I know? Your emotions are always jumbled up . Sometimes your heart wants something, but your mouth speaks otherwise", Raymond said and threw a double-edged knife of twisted words at her

.

"What do you mean?", she demanded

.

"Didn't you tell that you like dirty dancing and wanted to dance like that someday?", He asked

.

"I did, so?", Akira questioned back

.

.

"So instead of thanking me, I don't understand why are you getting angry with me", Raymond said and sat on the chair next to him

.

.

"I am angry because you lied to me", Akira said and looked at him

.

"I didn't and you know that", he said calmly and then again folded his hands in front of him defensively

.

.

She opened her mouth to say something but then she restrained herself . She stomped her feet lightly on the floor and with a grudge-filled heart, she walked towards her shoes . She picked up her heels and turned towards the sofa which was present on the left end of the room . She slumped on the sofa and started buckling up the straps of her heels on her ankles

.

Her hands were still trembling as she hadn't fully recovered from the intimate dance that they had shared . Her heart was still racing at its peak and her focus was dispersed . She struggled a bit to get the strap into the pin correctly

.

"Do you need help with that?", he asked

.

.

She saw that he was still gawking at her intently and it seemed like he had no intention to give up

.

"No thanks!!! I am good", she replied spitefully

.

.

She was showing off of all her anger towards him because deep down she wasn't really angry because of his lies . She was angry with herself for the way she lost all her control . She was angry because she couldn't understand why she acted so recklessly . No matter what, he was still her boss . She was angry because with him she lost the sense of self-restraint . She was unable to accept the fact that even though she knew her boundaries clearly, she had herself pushed it way too far

.

After she was done with her shoes, she got up and said, .

.

"As our practice session is over, I guess I would take my leave now"

.

She knew that he would have had made plans for the cooking dinner with her as discussed earlier, but she was scared of spending more time with him

.

Raymond didn't utter a single word and he sat on the chair nonchalantly . She walked to the desk where he was sitting to pick up her bag and mobile phone which she had kept on top of it . But before she could pick her stuff and move an inch away, he clasped her hands in his own . He didn't pull her close but made her turn towards him . He looked up into her eyes and said, .

.

"Tell me why you are angry?"

.

Akira lost her patience and said, .

.

"I told you earlier . I do not like twisted statements . You could have told me clearly that you just wanted a partner to practice"

.

Then she turned her face away unable to face his look

.

"Akira can you look at me and tell me why are you really angry?", he asked again calmly

.

"I told you already", she said but this time her voice staggered

.

She nervously started fiddling with the hemline of her skirt and said, .

.

"How many times do you want to hear the same thing? I thought you were the smart one?" .

.

"I will just ask you one more time Akira . Why are you angry?", he asked this time with a gentle soft tone and took her other hand which was fiddling with her skirt into his own

.

She continued looking down, unable to raise her head

.

How could she tell him that she was angry with herself? How could she tell him she was angry because he made her heart race and skip a beat? How could she tell him that she was mad with herself for being so naive? .

.

But probably he understood her . So no matter how angry she was at him, or at least pretended to, he didn't feel bad at all . Somehow he understood the predicament of the whole situation and wanted to draw her out of it

.

So he let go of her hands and got up . He took a few steps and started walking out of the room . Then dramatically after a few steps he stopped and turned towards her and said, .

.

"Some unapologetic moron promised me to be my sous-chef today . I just hope they don't back down on their words and simply run away"