by Ava Danielle
I want him to leave, but I don’t. I want to spend the day with him, but I can’t. Last night was a drunken mistake, that’s all.
“Thanks Mr. Walker. “
“Michael.”
“What?”
He laughs. He laughs really loud and comes back to me. His thumb rubs my cheek and he kisses my cheek. “See you Monday morning.”
And he’s gone, out the door. My boss just kissed my cheek and walked out as if nothing happened. Do Men even have feelings? Do they over think everything we women do? Will he be thinking about me as I will be about him?
I take my cup slam it on the coffee table, pull a blanket off the quilt rack, and cover up trying to make sense of what just happened.
Leaving Theresa’s apartment, I pull out my phone and call the cab to pick me up. I’m sitting on her apartment building stairs, right outside her door. I’m wondering if she’s thinking about me like I am about her. I can’t get her out of my mind. I couldn’t since the day I first interviewed her. She’s all I fucking think about. And what’s worse, her lips are what are consuming my mind now. Those lips that I want to kiss and lick all over again. I want to dance to the music with her tongue again. And the way she dropped her clothes? That was a fucking turn on right there. I had to use so much self-control; it’s fucking crazy. I wanted to kiss her bellybutton so badly. Her nipples were so pink; they were waiting for my teeth. Fuck! I’m getting a hard on just thinking about her.
Luckily, before I do something stupid, the taxi pulls up. But in the back of my mind, I already saw myself break down her door and slam myself up against her. If she weren’t my assistant, there wouldn’t have been any hesitation.
How am I supposed to go a whole weekend without seeing her? I can’t even go five minutes without thinking about her? Maybe I should just call her and see if she would go out to dinner with me? There’s no harm in that right?
My finger hovers over her name on my cell phone. I’m seriously tempted to call her right now, but arriving at my house has me distracted from it.
“Hey daddy,” Cheyenne says as she’s coming out my house. “What you doing here, Chey?” I ask her as I pay the taxi driver.
“I had left something in my room, I need to finish my homework before we go shopping. Where’d you go in a taxi?”
“Just out. Do you need help with your homework?”
“Nah, Mom or Brandon will help, thanks. See you later dad.”
Cheyenne went back home and I’m sitting on my front porch thinking about Theresa. I’m in a dilemma. I want to spend the day with her, but I don’t know how she’ll feel about that or if it would affect our work. As much as I would love to be friendly, I want more than that.
I close my eyes thinking back to everything that happened at the bar. Every kiss. Every stare. The way she fell on her ass. The way she laughed at herself. It was all so fucking sexy. The way her head felt on my shoulder on the way to her place. And when she dropped her clothes in front of me in her apartment, I’ve never seen so much confidence. I’ve never looked at a woman the way I look at her. She’s mesmerizing. She’s a fucking blonde angel wrapped in a gorgeous body.
I hear someone clear their throat and a shadow blocking the sun that was shining on top of me. Opening my eyes I see Addison before me.
“You ok, Michael? I’ve been here for a while.”
“Oh, sorry. Lost in thought. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“You don’t say,” she says smirking at me.
“Not what you think. What’s up?” I ask as I sit back up and try to focus on anything besides Theresa.
Addison sits down on the front step and tells me everything the girls have been up to and asked for my help this weekend with driving them to all their events. I happily say yes; anything to get my mind off Theresa.
The rest of the afternoon as I’m driving from point A to point B and back and forth, I still think about her. I wonder what she’s doing. I wonder what it’ll be like Monday morning; I worry, but I’m also excited to see her.
Monday morning rolls around; I’m awake before the alarm clock. I’m already dressed before that fucker could even ring twice.
I was busy all weekend which made time pass so quickly. Thank fucking God. I can’t wait to see what she’s wearing, what she’ll say, how she’ll act. She’s so unpredictable; I don’t know how we will work together. Fuck, what if she doesn’t show up? Putting on my blue tie, I remember the AC/DC t-Shirt she wore the next morning. Wondering if it’s an old boyfriends t-shirt or if she likes them, I make a mental note to ask her about it one day.
Grabbing my coffee travel mug off the counter, I get ready to get to work. I’m trying to be there before her so maybe we’ll have a few minutes to talk. Usually she’s at work first, has coffee ready and anything else I’ll need that morning. She’s really on top of things. I would love to be the one she’s on top of. Fuck, Michael, get your shit together.
Arriving at the office, I sit in my chair and wait for Theresa to arrive. I look at my desk and see the family photo of us, Addison smiling next to the girls. Deciding to remove it, I shove it into my desk drawer as Theresa walks in.
“Good Morning Mr. Walker. You’re here early; would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?”
She’s professional. Even her attire, it’s professional. Her hair is up in a pretty ponytail. She’s wearing a pencil skirt and a pretty shirt that covers her cleavage. She’s not wearing much makeup and she’s wearing her brown heels that I bought for her.
“No, Theresa, could you sit down?”
Her face shows worry. Before I can reassure her everything is fine, she speaks.
“What happened on Friday night, I’m sorry. I was totally out of line. I would hope we can get past that and it won’t affect my job. If so, maybe I can make it up to you by doing extra work? I’m usually not like that, especially not with my boss. I am truly sorry.”
Before she can speak any more, I get up and sit on my desk before her.
“I’m not firing you if that’s what you’re thinking.”
She starts to cross her legs tighter and I notice her flush. She’s always so confident, always has everything under control, except for this moment right now. She’s out of her comfort zone. She’s out of her own control. And I’m thinking about abusing that.
I place my index finger on her lips, “before you answer this, think about it first. Would you have dinner with me tonight?”
I remove my finger and watch her reaction. She’s looking at me confused. She’s debating it. She’s taking an extremely long time though. I glance down to her legs as they shake. She’s jumps out of her chair and answers me,
“Ummmm.. I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Would it make you feel more comfortable if it’s a business dinner?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Okay. Business dinner at five pm.”
“That’s right when we get off work, Mr. Walker.”
“Sure is.”
She leaves my office and I sit back down in my chair and smile. A shit eatin’ grin. I can’t control it either. I’m ready to go now.
Theresa walks back into my office and sees me smiling, I’m caught off guard and jump out of my chair.
“I was wondering if I needed to make reservations for dinner tonight?”
I smile at her.
“It’s all taken care of,” and I wink at her. Now she’s smiling.
What am I going to do? He wants to go out for dinner tonight. Granted he said it was a business dinner, but I’m pretty sure he saw my reaction to his offer that he made it a business dinner just to make me feel better. Except, I’m not feeling better. I’m not even sure what to say to the man. It’s not like I can come out and say, hey guess what, you’re hot, I want you to fuck me and be my toy for the rest of my life.
Fuck, how the hell do I even get myself in these situations? It’s like bad luck follows me.
If anything, this will always just be sex.
Nothing more. He’s my boss and there will never be a relationship at work. I know other people have done it, but I’m not other people.
I’m trying to catch up on work, wondering what he’s doing in his office. I imagine him at his desk, in his suit. By the way, he fucking turns me on in that suit. I had to squeeze my thighs so tight not to leak. I’m wet. And I wish I’d brought an extra pair of panties because that man in my thoughts alone makes me drip. I want him, and I’m pretty sure he knows it.
Dinner is going to be hell.
Dinner is going to be fun. I get to sit and stare into her beautiful green eyes. I’m excited just thinking about it. I might not be able to eat.
Arriving at the restaurant, I take Theresa’s jacket and hang it up on the coat rack; I pull the chair out for her and order us a bottle of wine. She looks me over, as if she’s not used to this. The waiter hands us the menu and I begin to look at it. Staring over the menu periodically to see her expression, but she’s also looking her Menu over.
“I can’t decide what to order,” I try to get the conversation going.
“I think I’ll have a salad tonight. I don’t really have a big appetite.”
The waiter returns and I order her a chicken salad and myself a steak.
“So, what’s this business dinner about?”
She doesn’t sugarcoat shit, that’s for sure.
“Not really a business dinner. I just knew you wouldn’t have dinner with me if I didn’t say it was.”
“So you lied to me, Mr. Walker?” she raises her eyebrow but has a smug smile.
“Looks like I did. But you get a dinner out of it, so don’t go complaining.”
After a few glasses of wine, Theresa starts to loosen up a bit and not see things so strict. We start to talk about her past relationships. She’s always felt like the men she was with were immature. She’s never found someone that shares her passions, handles her stubbornness, and makes her feel like she’s worth everything. And in a way, I wish and hope that could be me. I don’t want to just be her boss, I want more than that. I want to be someone that can give her the world. But she’s not letting me in the way I‘d like. She’s making me fight for her. And quite frankly, I’m ready to bring that challenge on. I will fight for her. I want to make her mine. I’m determined to have her as mine.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks me and brings me back to reality.
“Nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothing, it looked like something.”
“I was thinking about you.”
She looks at me shocked. “Me?”
“Yes, you. Why not you?”
“You’re my boss, Mr. Walker.”
“Call me Michael.”
“I can’t”
“Why not?” and it takes her forever to answer.“
“Why not, Theresa?”
“I told you, because you’re my boss.”
“We could go hours discussing that. Doesn’t change the fact I’m starting to have feelings for you.”
She stares at me. Those beautiful green eyes speak volumes.
“It’s not right, Michael.”
“Just because it isn’t right, doesn’t mean it’s not something I’m feeling. I can’t help it.”
“Well, you’re going to have to try.”
I look at her for a while. Until she starts to get uncomfortable and continues to sip on her glass of wine and then whispers ,“it’s not easy, I know.”
I stop eating and look at her questionably, “what’s not easy?”
“Never mind,” she starts to drink again.
“No, don’t nevermind me. Tell me.”
She takes another gulp of wine before saying, “I’m starting to feel the same and it’s scaring me.”
“Why is it scaring you?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.
“We have to work together, Michael. I’m your assistant.
You’re my employer.“
I try to make her see it my way, but I’m not sure it’s working.
“We’re not the first to have a relationship at work,” before I can continue to convince her, she stops me,
“I don’t do relationships.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just what I said, I don’t do relationships.”
She starts to get up as I’m about to pay our bill.
“I need to go. I’ll see you at work in the morning.”
I pay the waiter and scream after her, “Wait!” but she keeps walking.
Outside, I finally catch up to her as she’s walking down the street. I stop right in front of her and cross my arms.
“You’re very stubborn.”
“Most people call that brave.”
“Walking away?” I ask her
“No, standing my ground.”
I lean in and press my lips against her. But she’s resisting me. She’s pushing me away and I have to respect that.
“What was that for?” she says through gritted teeth.
“Did you feel it, Theresa?”
“Did I feel what?” and I lean in and kiss her more. I kiss her deeper than I did before, demanding, trying to show her the connection between us with a kiss. And this time she’s not resisting me. She’s enjoying it. I feel our tongues dancing again, only this time it’s to the beating of our own hearts.
Theresa pulls back as we stand on the side of the road, leaned against a brick wall. “We can’t do this, Michael.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. I can’t control myself around you.”
“Then don’t!”
I take her hands and place them in mine.
“Want to take a walk?” I ask her, ready to pull her closer into me.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
I start to get annoyed, “let me rephrase that, let’s go for a walk.”
As we’re strolling down the street, I take her hand into mine and she smiles at me. The smile that makes you wish the girl was yours. The smile that makes you look like a fucking maniac, or a girl.
“See, this isn’t so hard,” I kid around with her. She takes her other hand and smacks my chest, “shut up.”
After our little stroll through Main Street, we arrive back at my car and I drive her back to the office to get her car. I open the door for her and as she’s getting out, I place my hand on her right cheek and stare right into her starry green eyes. I lick my lips and make her watch. I slowly make my way to her lips with mine. Gently pressing them against hers. Keeping my eyes open so I can see her reaction. Her breathing becomes ragged. She’s starting to moan and I let my tongue glide along hers. I bite and pull her lips as I retreat from her. She’s looking back at me. Smiling. And we’re both not letting each other go. She leans into my chest and takes a deep breath. She’s thinking about it. I can tell. And that alone makes me feel a thousand times better.
I kiss her forehead one last time, I pull my hands back out of hers, and she smiles at me and says, “I’ll see you in the morning,” and leaves me standing there.
She’s something else.
Leaving Michael the way I did felt so fucking good. I still have everything under control, just how I like. But I wish I could control my thoughts and feelings of him more. I wish I didn’t feel the way I do. And most of all, I wish it wasn’t going this fast. I just met him a few weeks ago and the fact he’s my boss doesn’t make this any easier. It makes it so much harder. I will however, give him the benefit of the doubt and see where this goes. He knows I don’t want a relationship and that’s just how it’s going to be. Because, once he gets tired of me, we can’t go back to being employee and employer. There just won’t be any more than that.
But his kisses, Fuck the man can kiss. The way he takes a deep breath before he kisses me, the way his eyes look at me, it’s like an art piece I can’t look away from. There’s a story there, so much more than his past.
“Mr. Walker, your coffee,” Theresa says as she comes int
o my office. She places the cup on the table.
“Close the door, Theresa.” She looks at me confused.“Sir?”
I smile at her. That fucking turns me on, when she calls me sir, fuck this girl has a big ass hold on me.
“You heard me.” I tell her and raise my right eyebrow.
Slowly, Theresa steps toward the door, I watch her in that sexy sundress she’s wearing. I watch her grab hold of the door handle like I dream of her holding my cock. I watch her push the door and I have a flashback of me pressing her body against the door and running my tongue over her body.
“Mr. Walker?” Shit, busted. I pull her into me. Hugging her tight. Maybe even a little too tight. She starts to squirm, but she’s giggling. A sound I could get used to.
“How about we go down to the carnival today?” I ask her as my hands run through her hair and my lips gently kiss her neck.
“Stop Michael, not here.” But I ignore her plead. Instead, I suck on her neck making her quietly moan. She’ll never admit it, but she’s enjoying every second of it.
“Michael,” she whispers, but she’s not pleading anymore. My hands start to caress her shoulders, I’m trying to loosen her up, she’s so tense. I’m kissing her lips, pushing her closer and closer to the desk, to lean her across it. She doesn’t slow down either, she’s following my lead, my every move.
In the heat of the moment, I start to touch her everywhere; I’m exploring every inch of her body. And as soon as my hands rub down her thighs, she starts to spread her legs. She’s opening up to me; it’s like an invitation I will refuse. This is not the place I want to make love to her.
I start to slow down and Theresa realizes it. I don’t want her thinking it’s her though, so I give her an intense kiss. Claiming her as mine.
“We need to slow down,” she says and I totally agree.
“So, carnival?” I ask her again as our bodies are pressed against each other on my mahogany desk. Kissing her lips, her nose, her cheek, her earlobe, and her neck, waiting on her answer.
She starts to giggle, “that tickles.”
