My Boss' Son

Chapter Seven

It was a uneventful, rainy sunday afternoon in the city. I sat at home watching Netflix for a majority of the day. I spent the minority of it debating how to confront Mr. Waters the next morning. I had called in sick to work on friday because I didn't know how to accost him.

He bemuses me. One moment I'm hating his irritating, smart-ass attitude, then the next his demeanor changes and I'm completely intrigued by who this man is. That night in my doorway, all I wanted to do was kiss him and run my fingers through his hair. Yet at work all I want to do is roll my eyes at him.

He's a playboy, a hedonist, a philanderer- the list can go on. He doesn't think about his future, only about the present and the best way to enjoy the present. My mind shouldn't be infused with the thought of him. I shouldn't ignore my responsibilities because of him. He is my responsibility. I am his assistant. Jacob Waters left his buisness to this man for whatever reason he had and I should respect that. I need to prevent Nicholas Waters from running Waters Inc. into the ground. I need to stop letting him having so much control over my emotions.

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"Good morning, Tulip." Mr. Waters acknowledges me as he casually strolls into my office the next day.

I decided to act as normal and said, with a slight smile, "Good morning, Mr. Waters."

"I see that you have made it to work today..."

I nodded. "I had a cold," I lied.

He smirked, knowingly. "You heal quickly."

I shrugged and returned to my work. Mr. Waters sat down in a chair across my desk and stared.

After a few moments I looked up to meet his gaze. "Is there something you need, Mr. Waters?"

"I want to know why you won't call me by my first name."

"Because you're my boss," I answered.

"But I feel we're becoming close." He admitted.

"We barely know each other. You seem to not even know my first name, which is Rose. But it's obvious that you enjoy calling me Tulip, for whatever reason that is." I said, vaguely irritated.

He chuckled. "I do know your real name, Tulip. I just like to see you agitated."

"Why do you enjoy seeing me agitated, Mr. Waters?" I asked curiously.

He rested his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting in and put his chin on his fist. "Because it turns me on, Tulip." Another one of his infamous smirks materialized on his lips as he spoke.

My eyes widened at his response and I felt embrassment creep onto my cheeks. "Well that's innapropriate, isn't it Mr. Waters?"

"I guess." He shrugged. "But I like innapropriate. Don't you?" He winked, waiting for my answer.

I looked down at my fidgeting fingers to hide my reddened cheeks. "I...I... er-"

"Am I making you nervous, Tulip?" He asked. I let my eyes meet his, but I couldn't decide what to say, so I shrugged.

He chuckled as he stood up and began to walk towards the doorway.

"I'm not one of those bimbos," I said bravely.

He turned around. "Bimbos?" He asked, chuckling.

"Yes."

"I know that you're not one of those 'bimbos', Tulip," He said. "I like the chase you provide."

"What do you mean?"

"You act like you have built a wall between yourself and I-" He stood in the doorway with his notorious smirk. "And I take pleasure in breaking it down brick by brick."