The CEO's Obsession

4. Ryan's POV

Years. I've wanted her for years.

She's been the lead star in all my fantasies since we were fourteen years old, playing Magic at lunch and watching old episodes of Star Trek late into the night. I'd watch her as she watched the crew of the Enterprise, thinking to myself that Tamra was much prettier than Troi, praying that one day she'd turn away from the screen and lean into me, her big brown eyes staring into my soul, her lips parting right before I sealed my own lips to hers.

Our freshman year she joined the dance team. The popular crowd. She could have chosen to hang out with them, sit at their lunch table, be worshipped as a goddess like all the other vapid mean girls whose only redeeming quality was their ability to lift their legs over their head.

But she didn't.

She still sat at the nerdy table and played with us. She still came over to my house almost every night to do homework, then crash on the couch to watch TV. But now she'd stretch as she watched Star Trek. My mouth fucking watered to see her easing into the splits, arching her back, and pointing and flexing her feet. Brains, body, and a sassy mouth. She was perfect.

I went to the same college as she did. I could have gone anywhere with my grades, but I went wherever she went.

We got a job at the same company. Decker & Clark. They paid well and we got to share an office. We got to be close to each other all the time, which is exactly what I wanted.

But I very quickly realized that I wasn't the only one obsessed with Tamra. I found hidden cameras in our office. In Tamra's apartment hallway. In the dance studio where she worked. I left them there so he thinks he has the upper hand. I've got my own surveillance system tapped into all his hidden cameras. To see what he sees. To make sure she's safe.

She's my best friend. But she could be so much more.