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She seemed startled as a result, and I understood why. The question I had asked her earlier about if she had been trying to kill me on purpose.
She released a deep breath then and stared at me. I guess I was indeed part of the problem.
“Once again, I'm sorry, and... if you don't want me in that way as well, then I'll leave,” she said, and eventually, I realized that I could no longer wait. I at least needed to kiss her, but I didn’t exactly want to show just how feverishly excited she made me. My cock was straining so hard against the returned towel that it was most definitely now painful and leaking from the pulsing head.
So, I remained behind the counter and gave her the next instruction.
“Come over here,” I said.
I could almost feel her breathing catching in her throat at the command, but then, as though she were a puppet being controlled by me, she headed over and rounded the counter.
She, however, stopped, not wanting to come closer or perhaps just hesitating in general.
“Come here,” I repeated through gritted teeth, and she finally complied. She walked toward me, slowly, and carefully, eventually stopping when she was a very short distance away. I knew she wouldn’t come closer on her own accord, and so, instead, I took the few steps left between us and closed the distance.
This was the very first time I was standing this close to her. And for all intents and purposes, it was more distracting than I could have ever imagined was even possible.
Before her, I didn't think I'd ever truly grasped the concept of being feminine, but now, with this woman, all I could feel was her allure was mesmerizing. She felt like a softer, more gorgeous, much sexier counterpart to me, and I just wanted to devour her. What was it about her that had captured me so immensely from the very moment I had first seen her?
She felt like a breath of fresh air... smart, capable, clumsy as fuck, but still no less appealing. I didn't even know what I wanted to do first, so I simply took in her frame and her face. The gentle curves of her brows, her gorgeous button nose, the pale pink of her lips, her full, supple cheeks.
Lifting a hand, I brushed back the tendrils of escaped hair along her temples behind her ears, and at my touch, I heard her breathing catch. There was no further need to linger unless this would become more than it was supposed to be. In fact, I even considered Dante's idea of not kissing her. However, every time I thought about not kissing her, the way she nibbles her bottom lip came to mind and I decided that it was physically, mentally, and emotionally impossible for me to hold back in that regard.
I leaned forward, my heart thundering in my chest, and pulled that bottom lip to mine. It tasted sweet, but then there was a hint of beer and alcohol, which made me wonder if she had been drinking. There had been alcohol present at the business meeting, but generally, we had all kept it to a minimum.
Regardless, I didn't mind. I loved it, and so I couldn't help but tilt my head even further for yet another kiss. She was eager, and willing, though somewhat shy, and it all added to the appeal of her. She parted her lips, her tongue dancing along with mine. It took a few tries, but then, in no time, we were lost to it, and it was just as wonderful as I'd always imagined it would be with her. She was pressed tightly against me, my hand around her waist, while after stumbling a bit, she finally settled hers against my bare chest. There was nothing to grab onto beside me, and it was perfect.
We finally broke away, then, needing to catch our breath, and I loved just how dazed she looked. Like she was disoriented and in disbelief all at once. It was exactly the way I felt, but as I turned around and headed over to the refrigerator, I tried to hide this. I knew I was in trouble from the first moment I saw her, but now, this kiss had all the more confirmed it. It made me wonder then as I pulled the door open and retrieved a bottle of water if I should even go through with fucking her.
She had resigned; I could put an end to all of this right now. However, and in the future, for the rest of my life, I would always wonder: how would the sex have been, how she sounded when she was coming, if she lost all propriety then and lost even her mind? I wanted to see her wild and feral and soft and trembling, and so I made up my mind then and turned as well to ask her what she wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hannah
Ididn't hear him. How could I when my blood was roaring in my ears? I couldn’t hear anything; all I could do was stare at the gorgeous skyline of Manhattan beyond and try to process what had just happened. I had kissed him. My crush... my boss. Well, ex-boss. This was the only way this could have happened.
However, I was so grateful that I had, that I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I stared, and not until I finally felt the tap against my shoulder did I come back to my senses. I jumped, however, and the water he had been holding fell from his hands. It was bottled and sealed, so there was no spill, but even after all my failings over the past day, to say that it was embarrassing to once again be so clumsy before him was an understatement. Instantly, I bent down to pick it up; however, just as I looked back up, I realized that the whole debacle and bumping into him had once again loosened his towel.
He held it with one hand while the other set down the second bottle of water he had brought along for himself. I, however, could no longer use my feet. He was so toned he didn’t look real, and as I stared at the slight smattering of hair down the middle of his torso and over to his groin, I couldn’t help but want to see once again where it would lead. This was what I wanted; this was what I had dreamt of night after night, and now that it was so close to me, I didn't want to get up.
“Wow,” I heard him say, and this finally drew my attention. “You really weren’t joking when you talked about wanting me.”
Mortified at being caught so blatantly ogling his dick, I rose to my feet, then, and couldn’t help but wobble. I also couldn’t meet his eyes, so I turned instead to set the bottle of water down and then grabbed the edge of the counter to keep myself standing.
His kitchen was gorgeous, not surprising. All white and wood and steel and marble. State-of-the-art, clean, most probably unused, but with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers in the middle that I imagined there had to be some sort of feminine touch present. This thought instantly stopped me in my tracks. I'd never even asked. It had never even occurred to me if he had someone, and now I couldn’t help but wonder why. I realized then that it was because I was his secretary, and so far, I had been in charge of almost every moment of his waking hours. Another had been no personal contacts of any sort, not even with family. Most of those days we had stayed at work, and then he had come home late, so maybe that was family time to him, and he didn’t entertain any of that during the daytime. I sounded like the exact same bullshit he dished out, so I wasn't the least bit surprised.
So, did he or did he not have someone?
“Are you alright?” he asked, and I turned, needing to ask him about this. No matter how much I wanted him, this was absolutely a line that I would never cross for any reason in the world.
“I’m fine,” I replied, and then my eyes went to the vase again.
“What is it?” he asked, his gaze also going to it, but obviously, he wasn’t able to understand why I wasn’t able to put two sentences together. Eventually, I shut my eyes and knew that if I didn’t find out, I could go no further, no matter what.
“You—” I began, and given our agreement for tonight, it was quite a difficult statement to pull out of my mouth.
“Do—do you... are you seeing someone?” I asked.
