Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

20 • Always Been You

In the Past

Serkan

       Irritated-yes, I am. Turned on-no question about it. Eda-Miss Yildiz-a woman who was planted in my office to drive me to my grave-saunters into my office. There is no doubt that she has the special ability to drop me on my head. Or is it tilt me on my axis? To die in the middle of hot sex is one thing-but to perish with blue balls-not so fun. I never thought I could be that guy. That guy who chases after a woman who works for me. A syrupy voice whispers in my head, "you can fire her, Serkan. Then she will no longer be your employee." A sexy, throaty voice drifts from the doorway. I straighten myself in my chair and clamp down my emotions before I face that seductress. My assistant leans against my doorway-a folder in one hand, and the other hand on her hip. Damn her for giving me forbidden thoughts. Maybe it's time for me to review the resumes we have on file. My new personal assistant will be a woman who doesn't resemble Miss Yildiz one bit. Ideally, she would look like my childhood nanny, plump and jovial Mrs. Durmaz. Yes, that's the ticket-this would end my pain and suffering.

       "Earth to Serkan-did you get all of that?"

       This morning, she's dressed in a tight knee-length leather skirt, turtleneck and mesh booties of sort. I should amend our company dress code-sexy office attire that turns the boss on should be forbidden. Then again, Eda could show up at work in a potato sack and I would still find her enticing. I glance up at her and found myself speechless. Why, you asked? Because I was too preoccupied with her glossy, candy apple red lips. Lips that are begging to be kissed, sucked, nibbled on, and owned. Then, there's her hair-entirely too fist-able. Oh, the things I can do with that long, luscious mane. Her high ponytail falls pass her shoulders in wavy cinnamon tresses-teasing me to reach out and stroke it.

       "Thanks, just leave the folder with me. I will review it later."

       I reply tersely, avoiding eye contact. Looking at this woman is like staring up at the sun. She lights up every room she walks in.

       Eda pushes away from the door, letting it drift shut behind her. Her steps are slow and swaying, almost playful. Her mouth looks riper the closer she gets. Devilish amusement dances in her large whisky-colored eyes, fringed by thick long lashes. She pushes aside the strewn documents, brazenly perches herself on the corner of my desk, and crosses her legs. Nonchalantly-I might add-without a care in the world. Why doesn't this woman take into consideration that having her leather-clad ass on my desk unleashes dirty thoughts in my sex brain? Doesn't she know that sitting on your boss's desk is highly unprofessional? Her silky long legs that hijack most of my daydreaming are shaking dangerously close to my nether region. She looks beyond me, to the city view through my large window, her eyes unfocused.

       "What a glorious day. I wish we weren't at work."

       "Don't you have work to do, Miss Yildiz?" I snap, irritably.

       "What's up with you today, boss? A bee flew into your bonnet?"

Eda eyes me suspiciously-bringing her face closer to mine. That beautiful and innocent-I-have-no-idea-what-I-do-to-you-face.

        "Are you irritated with me? You're acting really weird. You're especially prickly today."

        "Prickly?" I chortle-sounding almost defensive-or maybe guilty. If only she knew what was going on with my prick when she's close to me.

       "I'm just tired, that's all. You know how grumpy I get when I don't get my beauty sleep."

I stare at the laptop screen-keeping my eyes busy so I won't gawk at her.

       "What would you like me to order for lunch? You are always growly when you're hangry. I heard there's a new--"

       "I won't be eating lunch here-I have to leave early today."

       "Ok then. Snarly much?"

Eda removes her sweet rump from my desk and takes her leave, mumbling something under her breath, her ponytail swaying from side to side.

       "That's my cue to leave. I've got work to do. Have a nice day, boss."

I close the door after her and pace my office restlessly, like a lion in a cage-wishing I had a punching bag to direct some of my stifled energy. I drop to the floor, churn out fifty push-ups then start to punch the air like I was boxing.

      I pull into a parking stall in front of Pump House and kill the engine. The iron paradise is where I come to work up a sweat-or in this case-to work off my sexual frustration. I'm determined to sweat Miss Eda Yildiz out of me. One would think that a ninety-minute, adrenalin-pumping workout would satiate my libido. One would think. I peel off my hoodie in a huff and stuff it into my gym bag. As I was removing my headphones, I hear a high-pitch voice behind me.

       "Hey, handsome. Woo-hoo-wait up."

       I spin around and almost come face to face with Camille Whitlock-the daughter of one of my clients. Sebastian Whitlock has hosted a few parties in his palatial home in the past that I've been obligated to attend, and it is during these brown-nosing events that I've made his spoiled daughter's acquaintance. Camille Whitlock is dressed to the nines-from her false lashes to the coordinating workout top, leggings, runners, gym bag, water bottle and yoga mat.

       "Fancy seeing you here at this time of the day, Serkan." Camille purrs, flashing me her perfect veneers.

       "Aren't you supposed to be at work, Mr. hotshot architect? Don't tell me you're playing hooky. It's been a coon's age since we saw each other, darling. Have lunch with me. A gentleman doesn't let a lady dine alone. Am I right?"

       Always selfie-ready Camille is a lot of things, but I suspect a lady isn't one of them. Forcing a smile, I nod in agreement and follow her lead. We stroll up the street, turn a corner and find ourselves in front of the wooden door to Sushi and Sake, a popular sushi bar in historic Gaslamp Quarter. Camille puckers her inflated lips, snaps a selfie, tags the restaurant we're at and posts it to Instagram. This woman is gorgeous and a sure thing-but being around her does nothing to my one-eyed monster. As a matter of fact, that bastard didn't even stir. I guess, for some reason, an easy conquest just isn't my thing anymore. Truth be told, I know what that reason is-Miss Eda Yildiz. Everything in my life seems to circle back to her. Cyclops didn't show the slightest interest because it only desires one woman-the woman I can't have (for now). It seems my sexy personal assistant extraordinaire has ruined it for me-if my dick shrivels up and dies, it'll be her damn fault. I usually need to reign in my sex drive-what the hell is going on with me? After having Eda in my life, albeit as an employee-women who offer themselves up like Walmart roll-back deals turn me off. Perhaps I've gotten this all wrong-Miss Yildiz is not an angel-she's a witch. A very sweet and sexy witch, that is-not an ugly one with a long-hooked nose and warts and flies around on a broom.

        I'm sitting across from a young woman who can easily grace the cover of Vogue and my brain decides to roam to her-wondering what she's doing at this moment and wishing that she was here with me. Instead of rearranging the food on the plate for posting, she'll be eating the food-not the vegan ones, of course, and enjoying every morsel, with no regret. There's just something sexy about a woman who isn't afraid to eat. There's something captivating about a woman who is authentic. A woman who isn't obsessed with superficiality. As far as slim and leggy Camille goes, hell would freeze over before she would sink her teeth into a platter of tempura, chicken karaage, assorted sashimi or oyster motoyaki. She would whine that the food is too greasy, too carby and something along the lines of her having to spend more hours in spin class or hot yoga--blah blah blah.

        A lightbulb moment occurs as I stare across the table at my lunch companion as she babbles--with exaggerated facial expressions and her arms doing half the talking. A dejavu flashes before me. She is another Melisa--uninteresting, predictable, and fusses over trivial things that just shouldn't matter that much. Everything came into focus. All the gears click into place. I came to the inconvenient realization that I have actually fallen for the beautiful Eda Yildiz long before I realized I did. I'll be damned. I have a stinking suspicion that my world is about to spin off its axis.