Falling For The Boss

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"You're such a beautiful woman." He murmured against my ear, snaking his large hands around my waist to hold me in place as his hot breath sent tingles down my spine. I sucked in a deep breath, letting my guard down as he suddenly pushed me forcefully against the door, his lips on my neck.

"S-Sir - " I called out weakly, pushing against his chest in a feeble attempt to get him off. "W-We can't be caught doing this. I-I don't want to lose my job."

"What's the use?" he growled lowly, pausing to look up at me. His eyes glowed with lust and need - a combination that made my knees buckle. No Sasha, Resist the devil and he will flee. "You'll be out of here in a few months."

"So?"

"So I'm going to get what I've always wanted. Whether you like it or not." He hooked a finger around my camisole top, rubbing circles on my left breast. His hot pink lips inches away from mine was making it impossible for me to think.

"I can't do this." I said in a whisper, yet still audible enough for him to hear.

"I know." He whispered back, undaunted. 'We won't have to do it here."

"I don't...I don't like you, Damien. I'm not attracted enough to you to want to have sex. Besides, it's unprofessional and I don't get why you'd want to do this with me."

"I find you fascinating. Isn't that enough reason already?"

"No." I said, angling away from him. "I'm not going to be yet another one of your conquests. I'd like you to respect your boundaries else I won't hesitate to turn in my resignation letter right this minute!"

He stared at me. Hard. I adjusted my camisole, breathing fast. My Goodness! That was a close one. Close enough to have me lose my job.

God, I was finished. Did I just threaten my boss with my resignation letter? Did I just refuse his advances that I'd long for since the minute I stepped into this building and saw him?

With his lips parted to reveal a wet tongue that'd gone down the throat of so many women yet still managed to look pretty, he painted a perfect picture of a twisted angel. A demon bent on bringing me down. A sex god I had to try all I could to get away from because I'd just opened up a whole new challenge and he sure as hell wouldn't stop until he got into my pants.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, his undertone dripping with sex and honey. "I went overboard and I apologise for your discomfort. I'll be more than willing to make it up to you. Just state your price."

I was astonished. Damien never apologised to anyone, nor felt sorry for his actions. Though I'd like to believe he was pulling on a stunt, half-expecting him to burst into laughter, pull out a manila folder and slap a termination of appointment letter on the table for me to take.

But he was dead serious, his usual poker face which he used to mask his genuine emotions pasted on and his lips stretched to a thin, firm line as he anticipated my response.

"I-I..." I stuttered, flushed and feeling like an ant under his gaze. His attention always disarmed me no matter how articulate and polished I thought myself to be. "You're forgiven and I apologise too...for threatening you. That was so uncivil of me."

"Dinner?" He extended a hand. I shook my head, making no move to take it.

"No thanks. You don't have to make it up to me."

"Why? Got a date?"

"Why do you care?" I frowned.

He shrugged. "Nothing. Just the most likely reason why you'll refuse my offer for dinner."

"I don't have a date. My last date was two years ago."

It had been a blind date set up by my mother and just like all things parents handled, it was a total disaster. When it came to dating, I shuddered. I found my shyness hard to go by and I believed so much in self-dignity. I couldn't handle rejections for the most part and the reason why I sought a receptionist position after I stopped writing was to combat that problem. Working at the reception and trying to be nice to hostile people, I'd spent a great deal of time trying to kill that self-loathe that came afterwards and I'd gotten used to it with time.

Still, dating men was a herculean task for me. I couldn't even stay in the same house with another man.

"I'll go get those paperwork. Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?"

"Yes. Love one."

Damien.

I watched as Sasha left the office, her hips swaying from side to side as she closed the door, offering me privacy. I mentally kicked myself for my actions towards her a few minutes ago. The thing was, Sasha was a very modest woman, and I felt stupid trying to take advantage of her fickleness like that.

Everything about her was intriguing, since the moment I met her five years ago, to this very second. Unlike the women I often came in contact with, the likes of Phina, she didn't vie for my attention, or tried to flirt with me. It was one of the many reasons why I'd hired her - the fact that she didn't gush and tried to get all over me when we were first introduced to each other.

For five years, we'd maintained a steady, professional relationship. I was the one constantly trying to get to her, to push all her buttons in a bid to find some fault in her. Yes, my reputation around town wasn't the neatest and I wasn't making an attempt to change it. But my attraction towards Sasha was solidifying each new day and I hated that no matter what I did, she wasn't developing any such feelings towards me. Rather, she loathed me the more.

"Damn it!" I rammed a fist on the desk, riled up with raging hormones. Hormones that wanted Sasha and no one else.

My reputation as a ladies' man was well earned. The papers carried it that I looked like the lovechild of Ryan Gosling and Channing Taturn, and there was just enough money to back up that outrageous claim. As a teenager, I'd only cared about making money and fucking my way through women who thought they had what it took to tame me. They hadn't handled my rejection very well (Phina took it as a breaking point in her life) and I was just about lucky that the female population was much more than men, so there was always a new girl to fuck every night and dump first thing in the morning.

That lifestyle went hand in hand with business.

I sank into my leather chair, swiveling about for a while. I opened a fresh new chain of departmental stores - Currently the second largest in Massachusetts yesterday. In a few weeks I'd be turning thirty-five and I had a whole business empire which I'd be handing down to no one. Yeah, everyone thought I had anything when in fact, I didn't.

Appearances lie.

I had no family, no friend, not even a dog. I was found naked near a dumpster with maggots crawling over me. The old lady who'd found me lived till I turned six. I went on to live with her only daughter's family who treated me like shit, leading me to run away when I turned sixteen.

All my life I'd fought for everything I wanted. Every damn penny. When I attempted tracing my roots to know whose son I was, I found out that my mother had been a whore who'd died shortly after I was delivered. With no one to hand me over to - I had no relatives and Daddy Dearest was unknown - the hospital staff found it fitting to dump me by the side of the city dumpster. That was the day I decided to forget my history.

I built everything, fought every single day to be among the top ranked richest bachelors in America. Right now, this very second millions were entering my account. Millions of dollars going from A to B and back again. Whatever I said, happened. Whatever I touched, turned to gold.

But there was one thing I wanted. One thing money couldn't buy.

I wanted a child. A family to call mine.