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

Chapter 15: Caught in the Act

Brooke

By the time Friday's rehearsal for the bar team rolls around, I'm beyond wired. Three days of working in the office with Linc and not dancing has taken its toll on me. Usually, Linc goes off to do his own thing, taking care of other aspects of club business while I'm crunching the numbers at his desk, but he needed to catch up on the paperwork he didn't get done over the long weekend. Subsequently, he brought a portable standing desk into his office yesterday so he can work while I'm using his desk and computer. Thus, my concentration is shot.

With the profit-and-loss statement in my hands, courtesy of Mervyn, my job should be easier, but I can't focus like I need to.

I'm haunted by the way it felt to have my boss pressed against me at Seven, and the way he kissed me the next evening. Any time our eyes meet and hold, I shiver and feel feverish, need drawing me in against my will. I can't seem to stop marvelling at how great his arse looks in the tailored suit pants that pull tight every time he bends over his computer.

He has me wound so tight, I'm ready to snap my pen in two. The desire to touch him, to kiss him again is nearly as consuming as the fantasies of him pushing my skirt up and screwing me on his desk. And I'm not sure whether it's the meeting with Mervyn, the phone calls he's fielding from his parents, or our hot and heavy activities from the weekend, but Linc also seems to lack focus. Every day, he appears more restless.

By Friday, the tension emanating off him has taken its toll on me and I can't concentrate on anything besides him.

"Linc," I practically shout as he paces the length of his office, reading something. "I need you to stop doing that."

He stops and looks at me with bewilderment. "Doing what?"

"Pacing. You're pacing, Linc. You're so restless; it's making me restless."

He sighs and leans his back against the wall in his office. "Sorry. I'm just..." He looks away before his eyes lock with mine again. "I didn't realise just how much dancing with you in the afternoon centres me. How much it helps me channel my energy so I can focus. Now I just feel... tense."

My heart beats out a quickstep in my chest at his admission. Both of us feel tense, and I'm positive it's because we're both trying hard to ignore the giant purple elephant in the room—the kiss and how affected we both were by it. There's something between us. Attraction, physical energy, lust. Whatever it is, it needs an outlet. Not dancing together hasn't solved the problem. If anything, it's made it worse by restricting the ways it can be dealt with. While dancing heightened the tension between us, it was an outlet for the energy that already exists between us—a conduit. Without it, all that energy has nowhere to go.

"Maybe we should go dance, then."

Considering I all but jumped at the idea when he said we should stop dancing together, I can understand his surprised expression.

"You want to dance?"

"There's less than an hour before the rehearsal, right? Maybe we can dance for a few minutes before they get here."

He nods. "A few minutes. We'll simply be getting a head start in warming up."

He looks so happy, like he's trying hard not to smile because he doesn't know whether I'm serious or not. I can't help but smile back at him. We need this. Being together day in and day out is making it impossible to do what needs to be done. That said, I don't think I can handle it if he touches me. Because of the tension we're both trying hard to ignore, it's likely to ignite a fire if we dance the way we used to.

"Perhaps we could have a dance-off while we're waiting," I suggest impulsively.

He barks out a laugh, thinking I'm joking. When he sees that I'm serious, he grins playfully. "You want to go head-to-head with me? Lord of the Dance?"