my Boss, my Boyfriend

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Elijah's POV

Sitting in the Monday Morning meeting with my board, all I can think about was the angelic face from this morning.
That boy, he was so.. pure. So precious. I want him. I need him. No matter what I do, I can't get him off of my mind. His lips. His eyes. Everything about him screams innocence. Yet, he's got the body of a god. He doesn't seem like the shy type. He seems like someone my younger sister would call a "fuckboy" man would I like to fuck that boy. I don't know what's going on with me though, he's definitely not my normal type. I've always been into small, feminine boys. I'm very dominant you see, I like to show who's in charge.
Him however, I've never been this attracted to someone. He's by no means as big as me, but he's definitely more built than my previous subs.
From what I could see, he has quite a bit of definition, probably has a six pack. He stood just under a foot shorter than me.
I will definitely get someone to find out everything I can about him, there's no way I'm letting him out of my sight.
Just as I'm about to continue my day dream about him writhing underneath me I notice everyone around the table staring at me.

I clear my throat. "Okay. Sounds good."
I ignore the surprised faces and just walk out of the room. They should be used to my bluntness by now.
I walk to the elevator and press the button to go to my office which is on the top floor. My secretary keeps trying to talk to me while she trails behind me. Normally I would sort of listen to her but the way she treated the angel from this morning pissed me off to no ends. I don't know why I feel so protective over this young man seeing as I don't even know his name. But frankly I don't care. He will be mine, I'll make sure of it.

I get to my office and close the door in her face. Sighing, I walk to my desk and plop down. How am I supposed to get on with my day when I'm acting like a teenage girl?
I try to get my head together and place some paperwork in front of me. Let's try this again.

A few hours pass and it is now time for lunch. I decide to eat mine in the local cafeteria as I definitely do not see myself dodging women throwing themselves at me or conversing with business men when all I can think about is waiting at the coffee shop all day in hopes of running into my angel again.

I walk out of my office and wave my hand at my secretary, indicating to her that I don't want her to follow me downstairs. The elevator doors open and inside a few of my employees stop their conversation and look up. As soon as they see me they scramble out, knowing that I hate sharing my space. I nod in their general direction, acknowledging them and step inside. The women blush and the men smile proudly. How silly.
I lean back against the back of the lift and cross my arms. I'll have to go to the coffee shop and request the tapes so that I can arrange a facial recognition expert to track down my distraction. The elevator bings and the doors open revealing the 10th floor. So this is what the local cafeteria looks like, I think to myself.

I start walking in the direction of the little shop selling all kinds of foods before I stop dead in my tracks. Can it be? My angel? In my building? I gape at the sight and before I can realize that I've very obviously been staring at him, he turns and our eyes lock. His hazel eyes bore into my blue ones and for a moment I feel like time is standing still. He blushes which turns me on like you can't believe and looks down. For the first time in what feels like years I let my lips curl up in a genuine smile. I can hear gasps and murmurs around me as I make my way to what's soon to be mine.

(Elijah in the picture)