He's the Boss (Dance with Me #1): Boss-Employee Romance

Chapter 11: Corrupting Brooke

Linc

With both Mervyn and Brooke out of office the Monday before Cup Day, I should be getting through my work at lightning speed. No distractions and no dancing for a day should equal productivity, right?

Wrong.

I crave dancing with Brooke so badly, I can't focus.

It used to be that dancing with Tease was the highlight of my day. Now it's dancing with Brooke. Putting my hands on her while I teach her everything I know is better than the adrenaline rush I get before every show. It's more exciting than somersaulting and spinning through the air. And the rush gets bigger, faster, stronger every time she's in my arms.

I'm addicted to the progress she makes every session. I'm addicted to the smile she gives me every time she nails a move on her first try. And the way she looks at me when we're dancing together—the way I so obviously turn her on with every touch? I'm addicted to that, too. Every hitch of her breath, every gasp, and every shiver.

I spend far too much time lately jerking off to fantasies of me balls-deep inside her while she's bent over my desk, or my bar. Worse, I imagine myself making love to her on my stage.

I have sex with women; I don't make love to them, but I badly want to make love to Brooke. I want to kiss her softly as I slide inside her, then stay with her all night, kissing her, touching her, loving her.

Destiny, my one attempt at distracting myself from Brooke a couple of weeks back was a complete fail. I gave her an orgasm and sent her on her way.

It's a slippery slope that I'm on, but I can't bring myself to dig my heels in by stopping our lessons. Even if the dancing arouses both of us, we're consummate professionals afterwards. It would be unfair of me to go back on my promise to teach Brooke when she's working her arse off for me without asking for anything else in return.

I mean, her dedication to my club and to my staff rivals mine. She's taken my problems on and made them her own. She gets me better than anyone. She knows when I need to talk, when she needs to reassure me, and when to back off. I enjoy her company so much that I actively seek it out. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to work with.

So, as long as dancing together doesn't interfere with work, there's no reason to stop our one-on-one lessons, is there?

Only it is interfering with my work. I can't concentrate for shit today; all I want to do is dance with her.

I sigh with frustration and jam a hand through my hair before leaning back in my chair and staring up at the ceiling of my office. I have to stop thinking about her.

My phone rings and I'm relieved to have something other than my lack of productivity to focus on. I'm surprised and a little worried when I see Kane's name flashing on the screen. His mother isn't well and hasn't been for some time.

"Kane, what's up? Is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to ask my favourite boss what he's up to tonight?"

"Are you sucking up to me?"

"Just answer the question."

"The only thing I have planned is work." I cancelled rehearsals because of the public holiday tomorrow. "Why?"

"Because all the bartenders from Midnight Frenzy are going out to Seven."

"All the bartenders?"

"Yup."

"Even Brooke?"

Brooke, who never goes out because she never has time? Brooke, who asked for the day off so she could spend it with her sister?