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She is an open book, nothing hidden about her, so why am I refusing to read her? Since the first day, she has given me the option, and I’ve been running away like a coward.
Maybe I can learn a thing or two from her. She seems to always be in a cheerful mood, never frowns, besides the few times I caused it.
Is my mother right? Do I need to get out more? Go out with friends, date, and try to find happiness. Whatever definition, I give joy. She wants the old me before the military. I can’t give that to her one hundred percent. Some things maybe, but not wholly. I’m not naïve, bright-eyed, or outgoing anymore.
Some girls want to fix guys like me. I’m not a fixer-upper house needing to be mended. No matter what I give her, would it be enough? A part of me wants to take the chance, but also completely against it.
Really? Are you going to sit around and talk about what could happen? You could go on for days. Just make a damn decision already.
* * *
Sitting at the office,I’ve not completed a single thing on my to-do list this morning. My mind has been elsewhere. As I’m heading out for lunch, Chris hinders me. “Here’s the file you requested.”
At this point, I can’t even believe I asked for it. It feels inappropriate. Any information I need to know about her is in that file. If I received this a week ago, things would be different. “You detect anything that could impact us?” I ask him.
“Certainly not, sir. But you can look for yourself and decide what it is you are looking for exactly.”
Why am I not ripping it open to find out more about this woman? It’s because she has gotten inside my head. Feelings have developed. All along, I’d known better since the moment I laid eyes on her in the hospital. I never expected to see her after Lacey got out until the night she assaulted me. That’s when this all started.
“I’ve got a call. I must take it. Thanks.”
Why did I say it had been urgent, then not open the file? Not sure how I should feel right now. Relieved? Upset? My emotions are going haywire.
I search for Laurel, but have no reason to do so. Oddly, her chair is empty. I go downstairs to check the break room, but she isn’t there either. In fact, most of my staff is missing. Where the fuck are they?
I take the elevator back up to the second floor, and I find them all back at their desks, acting like they never left. My face goes red. They are not supposed to leave at the same time.
“Where the hell have you guys been? I was just here, and none of you were. Did you all decide to take lunch at the same time today?” She walks up to me and hands me a bag. Inside is food.
“I saw you in your office going over something. You were so focused. I didn’t know if you were going to have time for lunch before your meeting, so I picked you something up. Hope that’s okay.”
How sweet of her. None of the other employees have ever brought me lunch or thought of me like that. I almost flash a smile, but I refrain. There is something more going on, and this coverup isn’t going to work. I’ll figure it out.
The darkness inside me wants to come out, but I keep it tucked away. If I want to continue to be myself, getting rid of her is my only option. My heart quivers, but it’s true. One way or the other, I’m exposing myself for hurt. “Can you come with me, please?”
I have every intention of propelling her away, but I can’t while staring into her eyes. She isn’t showing concern, but lust. She must be thinking about naughty things right now. Both of us in my office with the door locked. All the different things that can go on without anyone else knowing.
She’s standing there in a navy wrap dress, her hardened nipples visible, and her curves accentuated to the best of the dress’ ability. I drink her in from top to bottom. Her heels are white and give her some extra height of about four, maybe five inches.
I close the gap between us, and she leans on my desk, knocking some of my objects onto the floor, but I don’t give a fuck. Her dress is now around her waist, and my hands are ravishing her body. Her skin is silky, and she giggles as I kneel down and kiss her thigh.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, kissing them again.
My dick starts to get hard, and my breathing starts to hitch. She isn’t innocent. Her breathing is, too. I should open the door and walk away. If we follow through with this, there is absolutely no way back. I either fuck her or discharge her. Wow, that sounds so wrong on so many levels, but not in the creepy boss way. I would never want her to think that she has to sleep with me to keep her job.
The need to be in between her thighs is larger than requiring an assistant. I watch for any hesitation from her, but none came. She’s completely relaxed, almost to the point of falling to the floor. She slips one of her legs in between mine, and my hard dick presses against her abdomen. Instead of forcing me off, she lets out a moan. This girl is going to be trouble.
What happens next is going to determine which path we will take. I can fuck her, and then we will have to have a conversation, or I can stop here, hoping it won’t ruin things between us completely. We are in my office, for gosh sakes. From her moans, fucking is not an option. I would have to take her home for that. Home? What the fuck? So quick to change that rule, aren’t you?
I stop because it’s the reasonable thing for now. Before I can barely open my mouth, she’s already out of my office.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
