Chapter 19 wanting the boss

Meeting up with everyone, the meeting started on a good foot but did not go as well as he had anticipated. Some of the old geezers there had looked at him with contempt, saying that he had disrespected them by ordering an investigation on them when they had been with the company for so long. Especially Martin, who was a grizzly old man, whose eyes looked sly but had been friends with his father for long. Deciding to turn a deaf ear to their talks, he had used the softer approach, where whoever was involved would get a second chance if they reported themselves and would not have to go through the shame of being found and left things as they were. After three days, if no one came, Lucia from his friend’s agency would start her work.

That meeting had surely been mind-numbing. Looking at the people he had known to be his strongest supporters and knowing one of them was not loyal to the company simply killed him. He could already feel the start of migraine as he returned to his office. He had just been rubbing his head offhandedly when he felt soft hands at his temple. Then of course her scent followed, haunting him, she massaged his throbbing temples gently till he was almost dozing before stopping. After that, she set a glass of cold water on the table for him and went back to her work.

Grace had watched Alex storm into their office looking like bees were after him, he had looked tired and actually aged. She had not known what had made her do that. But she had, out of her own volition, she had found herself standing and giving her boss a massage. What the hell had gone on. Thankfully after that short interface, her boss had gone out to where she did not know until he came back an hour to the closing time. At five on the dot, her boss stood, closed his laptop, and stretched.

Strangely, she could feel his joints making sounds and he proceeded to stretch his hands. They must have felt stiff. Trying to finish up the work she had set for herself that day she closed her laptop too and went out. Anything else would have to wait until the following day when she came for work until now, she was bummed. She could already envision herself in that beautiful tub, filled with rose-scented soaps, she could imagine indulging there.

As she saw herself there, another person filled her whole picture. Her boss was apparently offering to walk her down to the parking lot or so she thought. Breathing deeply, she walked before her boss as they went down through the lift. She was surprised when Alex pulled her to his car once they had gotten to parking. “would you please let me drop you off for today, besides it should be on my way.”

“I thought you lived in the hotel boss; how come you say that I live along your way,” Grace asked as she lifted one eyebrow speculatively. Had she realized her left eyebrow could either move up and down depending on whether she was surprised, asking a question, or frowning.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, he sat her on the passenger seat. Settling back into his seat, he explained to her that he had already moved out of the hotel and he lived really near her. Surprised, she bit back the urge to ask when he had moved out because she could swear the man had to have been living in the hotel that morning.

Revving the car, they left the parking lot off towards the busier part of the town on her way home. Her boss had been an awesome companion throughout the road and she would be lying if she said she had not enjoyed her conversation. The only issue had been the crackling sexual tension between them. During a moment when he had been slowing down, he had moved his hand to touch the brakes but had ended up touching her thigh. The touch had been hot, heat scalding her skin beneath the skirt she wore.

The vehicle in Infront of them had increased its pace and they had traveled the rest of the journey home, his hand on her thigh apart from when changing the gears. That simple touch had been the most arousing thing she had ever felt. Just when he had touched her thigh, out of surprise, he had turned to look at her. His eyes had looked deeper into her than ever before and she could see desire mirrored in his eyes as she knew hers were.

By the time she had gotten to her house, she could not even recall most of the journey or what they had said. No, what she could remember had been the heated gazes, the way his eyes had smoldered her all the way to her knee. She knew that she should have told him to move his hand but at that moment, her mind had seemed more preoccupied with a desire to know how his hands felt. Then he had gone beyond just rubbing her knee over her skirt, she could not remember how her skirt had ridden higher, but he had touched her knee sensually and delicately.

He had touched her like a man who knew how to fine-tune her body like a harmonious melody. Knowing when to be firm, when to taunt and soft. Which touch was appropriate and at what time? This period of intensity had been broken off when they had reached her apartment. Having the cold blast of air hit her face had been like awakening to a cold shower. There she was, already burned, and yet her traitorous body wanted to be strung by a man. Who was she kidding her body and mind only wanted Alex? But she knew that not all dreams came true and besides, having sex with your boss was a brewing room for disaster.