My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 45

Ugh.

I hate him so much. All i want is some coffee. That's all I need , yeah ... some coffee.

Yeah ... some dick.

Shut up , dirty conscience. I hate you too. I walk to the kitchen and my entire body freezes. There is a beautiful olive skinned man with wavy hair in the kitchen, making some coffee. He stands there about 6"3 with his sharp dark blue suit , eyes focused on the coffee maker.

I swear every frickin' man in this city has long hair.

He sits there and I nervously walk up behind him. I softly clear my throat to get his attention. He turns around and his chocolate eyes are more hypnotizing than I thought they would be. "Yes ?" He says to me. "Um , I just um ... need to um , make a cup of coffee if you don't mind." I say. Holy shit , I'm nervous. "Sure , I mean I don't own this thing." He says with his thick Italian accent , laughing afterwards. I laugh a little before waiting for his to finish so I try to make conversation.

"So , are you new here ?" I ask him. "Yes , I started about two weeks ago. I'm the new Assistant Manager." He says.

I haven't noticed someone this handsome in two weeks ? AND he's important ? Jesus.

"Are you new here ?" He asks. "Excuse me , are you mocking me ?" I ask him. He quickly shakes his head and says no. "I would never." His voice makes me melt in the most wonderful ways. I don't want him to stop talking. Please , just don't shut up , keep talking. "Okay , just asking." I say to him , turning away to face the coffee maker so he won't see my red beat face.

"Bella , I know you're blushing. It's cute." He says to me , and my legs instantly feel like jello. "Hm , cocky aren't we Mr ... ?" "Don't call me Mr. Just call me Dominick." He says. "Okay Dominick. I'm Alexsa by the way." He holds his hand out and I put my hand in his. He raises my hand to his lips and kisses it. His lips are so soft and warm against my hand and it sends shocks throughout my body.

The good ones.

"Such a gentleman." I say with a little tease. "Well , someone as beautiful as you deserves a kiss on the hand." I blush instantly and shake my hand. "Me ? Psh , no." I say making him laugh. "Well , my coffee is done. See you around ?" I say yes and he winks before walking out of the kitchen. After calming myself down form blushing so much , I finish making my coffee and walk back to the office , where Michael is waiting for me. 

I walk in and immediately go to my desk but instead my arm is grabbed by an impatient boss. "What took you so long ?" I yank out of his hold. "Getting my coffee." I walk to my desk and sit , both of us sharing extreme eye contact. "What ? You see something you like?"

Wrong thing to say.

"Yes , but she's being disrespectful and I don't like it." He says to me , walking closer to me and puts his hands on both sides of my chair. "Well , you don't control what you like , now please leave me to my work." He wouldn't fucking budge. Instead, he picks me up out my chair (don't ask how) , makes me wrap my legs around his waist and sits me on my desk. "Get away from me !" I yell , fighting him with all my strength. "Don't fight me." He says , keeping my hands down. So I start kicking and he somehow holds my legs down.

How the fuck did he do that ? I don't know.

And why do I like this ?

Oh yeah , because I like being held down ; being controlled. He made me that way.

"Calm down , before things get way out of line. You don't want to cross me today , Ms. Morris. You already parading around here in a short skirt is killing me." I look at him confused. "Parading ? Please." He starts moving his hand up my leg. I try to smack his hand away and give him a warning glare. "Don't you dare."

"What are you going to do ? I know you miss this. You don't miss ... us ?" He says while still trying to move his hand and I freeze. 

He's right.

I do miss it.

A lot.

I let his hand move up until he reaches my inner thigh and I gasp. "Michael ..." I say. "Please , stop. I don't want this to happen. This can't happen." I also say , finally snapping back to reality. I can't let this happen , even thought I desperately wanted it to. I need this man , I crave him so bad it can kill me. "You want this." He says , putting me down from the desk. He swiftly turns me around and bends me over my desk. "Don't deny me , you're only making this worse for yourself." He presses himself against me , making me gasp once more.

"Please , I'm begging you. I can't let this happen." I try to lift myself up , but I forgot how strong he is. He pulls my skirt up and rips my underwear. I wanted to moan at his actions so bad , but like he said , I'm only making this worse for myself. He gently pulls me by my hair and whispers in my ear , "Σε θέλω τόσο πολύ." (I want you so bad). Whatever he said isn't good. All of our memories are rushing back to me and I don't like it. The familiar glint in his eyes , when he licks his lips , his talented fingers making patterns on my skin ... And I couldn't want more of it. 

Before I think , I grab his face and kiss him. I've been longing this for the past couple of weeks. This has been sexually killing me. I hear his moan of satisfaction which gets me going even more. I take his jacket off and throw it across the room. I try my best not to rip his shirt apart because we have hours on end left in the day. I hurriedly unbutton his shirt and he takes my shirt off. "Please ," I say in between kissing his full lips. "Take me."

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Goddamn it , Alexsa. Michael has gotten her back in his trance. But the truth is ...

She doesn't want it any other way.