**** Alexsa POV *****
"Just stop , I hate what we're doing," I said , trying to make him stop. Part of me hates this and would die if someone found out , but the other wants him to do whatever he wants to me. I crave him with only part of my soul. Something's wrong with me. "You know you want to. You know you crave me just as much I crave you." He said , eyes darkening with lust. He leans over and tries to kiss me , but my phone rings. Saved by the phone, I thought to myself. He groans as I check the caller ID. It's Mary. "Oh shit." I said. Michael looks at me confused. "What's wrong ?" He asks , concerned. "Nothing. Gotta take this." I go into the other room and answer. "Hello ?"
"What the hell , Alex ? Why didn't you come in today ? What happened ? Are you okay ?" One thing that I find amusing about Mary , is that she asks way too many questions. "Mary-"
"Alexsa ? Hello , where are you ?"
"Mary. I'm fine , Mr. Burkley just told me he needed me for something and he told me no to go to work today." It was about silence for about 15 seconds before she asked , "Did you guys fuck ?" Yup , sure did. Three times , as a matter of fact. "No. Never , I can't do that with him. Mary , that's my boss." She let out a huge sigh of relief and said , "Whew ! God , Alexsa. You almost had me there. Do you know what would had happened to me if you guys did ?" She asked me. "Yeah ," I said , chuckling nervously afterwards. "Okay , well I'll talk to you soon." She says. "Bye."
"Bye." And the line goes dead. Oh Mary , would you be in for a surprise ...
"Some conversation." Michael says , making me jump. "Ah ! You scared me." I said. He comes behind me and holds me by the waist. "Baby , I'm sorry." I remove myself from me. "Stop touching me." His eyebrows scrunch in frustration. "I don't see why you are acting like this. You want me just as badly , don't you ?" I close and count to ten in my head , which is the only thing that can stop me from slapping him in face.
"Face it , Ms. Morris. You find me irresistible." I turn to him , narrowing my eyes. Why am I running away from the truth ? He is right. I want him with everything in me. I have never been touched the way he touches me. He sends involuntary shivers down my spine with his smooth , dark voice. His-
"What are you thinking about ?" He asks , interrupting my thoughts. "Nothing." He pulls me closer to him by my arm. "I know you're lying." I look around the room , finding something to focus on other than his dominating eyes. "You distract yourself when you lie to me." He says , holding me tighter , almost squeezing me. "I'm not lying." I told him. He leans in closer to my ear. "If you were mine , I'd spank you for lying. Bad girls like you get punished." His dark voice makes me shiver.
"I know what you like. I know what you want. But you don't want me to give it to you." He continues saying dirty things in my ear , sending delightful shivers down my spine. "But I will. Sooner or later." With that he leaves the room without another word.
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My Boss & His Personal Assistant
Non-FictionAlexsa Morris-- a 27 year old living in Memphis , Tennessee. Ever since she moved there 4 years ago she's still learning things about the city. Her handsome boss caught her attention as she started working at Music Enterprise , and apparently he fel...