Mr. Rochester — Marian Tee

I've never been attracted to bad boys.

They're just too cocky and shallow for my taste, and I despise the way they act like being wickedly gorgeous and sexy makes them God's gift to women.

Yeah right.

That may work on others but not me. I'm too smart for that.

But then I start working for Mr. Rochester, and everything changes.

I've never met someone more horribly rude and self-centered, and even worse is the way he's so damn moody. Just being in his presence makes me feel dizzy. One moment he's viciously cruel, another moment he's exquisitely charming. One moment he seems invincible and out of my league, another moment he's broodingly vulnerable and mysteriously tormented.

But the worst is when we're alone â€" when he gazes at me like he wants to eat me, it makes me feel so shamefully wet.

I hate it. I hate HIM, Mr. Rochester, and if he thinks I'm going to let him get away with acting like my lord and master just because he's my boss and I find him a little bit too sexy for my own good---

You don't own me, Mr. Rochester, I hiss at him.

But the words only make him smirk, and he whispers into my ear, ‘Not yet'.