“We’ll find ways I’m sure. We’ll just have to spend more time in my office with the door locked.”
I ponder this for a second. “But won’t she get suspicious?”
He laughs. “Most likely. She’s a clever girl.”
“Well, this should be interesting.”
“Very.”
He gallantly opens the door for me when we get to Orchard Heights. He follows me into the elevator, a protective hand at the small of my back. It’s just the two of us, and he slips his hand up my skirt. I like it, but he doesn’t have much time to get naughty before the door pings open at the second floor. He follows me out, and walks me to my apartment.
“You can’t come in,” I tell him. “Claudia is there.”
He smiles. “I know. I’m just being polite and walking my date to her door.”
“So gallant.”
We both stop just outside my door, and I drink him in. He’s always so distinguished, so beautiful. His dark stylish jacket falls over his shoulders perfectly, and he seems so tall as he stands over me, too close.
He inches closer and closes the gap between us. He smells delicious, and I just want to eat him up, but this is not the time or place. He presses his warm lips against my cheek, and his labored breathing arouses me. He doesn’t say a word as his mouth explores the contours of my face, so softly, it pains me. His mouth brushes against mine softly, searching for a reaction, an opportunity. I want to kiss him so badly, it hurts.
“You know the rules…” I breathe.
“I know,” he whispers, “but I want to kiss you, Gretchen.” His tongue sweeps along my bottom lip. “Ineedto kiss you.”
My body screams. My whole core is on fire. But I still don’t feel right about it. And this isn’t the time. I’m afraid we won’t be able to stop if we start. I reluctantly push him away.
“You’ll let me bite your ass,” he says softly. “But you won’t let me kiss you on the lips.”
“It’s just… It just feels too intimate,” I try to explain. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“Because I’m your boss?”
