AllFreeNovel
Share Us
During a particularly challenging week, when a major project is at risk of falling behind schedule, Amara steps up and puts in extra hours to help get things back on track.
And son of a bitch, if her commitment and willingness to go above and beyond do not go unnoticed.
One evening, as we're both burning the midnight oil, the last two in the office, like usual. I walk over to her desk and express my gratitude. "Amara, I wanted to thank you for your hard work and dedication this week. Your efforts have been instrumental in keeping this project on course."
Amara looks up, a tired but genuine smile on her face. "Thank you, Mr. Winthrop. I'm just doing my part to ensure the company's success."
I nod, feeling a growing sense of respect and appreciation for her. "Well, your part is crucial, and I want you to know that you don’t go unnoticed."
“It feels good to be noticed, sir.” She says, eyes locked into mine.
Yet again and again, I remind myself that I need to maintain boundaries and not let my personal feelings interfere with our professional relationship.
I'm her boss, it’s her job to serve me.
And nothing else.
It's my responsibility to ensure that our interactions remain appropriate and focused on my multi-billion-dollar company's goals. Then why are my eyes glued to her lush lips, pouting a hue of fuchsia that matches the scarf around her neck?
"You know, Amara," I muse, leaning back in my chair, "I don't know what I'd do without you. You've become an essential part of this company, and of my own success."
Amara looks up, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. "I'm just doing my job, Mr. Winthrop. But I have to admit, working with you has been the most rewarding experience of my career."
For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the air between us charged with an undeniable electricity. I feel a sudden urge to touch her, to close the distance between us and explore the depths of this connection.
Looking at her amazing legs, crossed near me in a long black pencil skirt, my mind wanders. What would happen if I reached out, just now, and wrapped my hands around her exquisite knees?
But before I can act on those impulses, a sharp knock at the door jolts me back to reality. "Mr. Winthrop, the board is ready for you," my secretary announces, her voice muffled through the wood.
I clear my throat, standing up and straightening my tie. "Thank you, Amara," I say, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. "Let's go show the board what we're made of."
As we make our way to the conference room, I can feel Amara's presence beside me, a steady and reassuring force in the face of the challenges ahead. I know that with her by my side, I can handle anything the board throws at me.
This is exactly what I’ve been looking for.
The meeting starts off smoothly, with me presenting the latest financial projections and market analysis. But as I delve deeper into the data, I can sense a growing unease among the board members, their brows furrowed and their questions becoming more pointed.
"Mr. Winthrop, these projections seem overly optimistic," one of the board members challenges, his voice dripping with skepticism. "How can you be sure that we'll be able to meet these targets in such a volatile market?"
I feel a flicker of doubt, my mind racing to formulate a response. But before I can speak, I feel a gentle touch on my arm. I glance down to see Amara sliding a piece of paper towards me, her eyes locked on mine with a reassuring intensity.
I glance down at the note, my heart skipping a beat as I read the words she's written. It's a brilliant counterargument, backed up by solid data and market trends that I hadn't even considered.
I look up, my eyes meeting Amara's with a silent thank you. Then I turn back to the board, my confidence restored.
"While I understand your concerns," I begin, my voice steady and assured, "I believe that these projections are not only achievable, but conservative given the current market trends. As you can see from the data on page 12..."
As I continue to present, I can feel the board's skepticism gradually giving way to grudging admiration. And through it all, Amara is there, a steady and supportive presence, anticipating my every need and providing me with the tools I need to succeed.
By the end of the meeting, I'm feeling a sense of triumph, knowing that we've secured the board's support for our latest initiatives. As the board members file out of the room, I turn to Amara, my voice filled with gratitude.
“You saved me back there,” I whisper under my breath. She answers me with a half chuckle, covering her face with a stack of papers. In so little time working together it’s like she knows what I know, without having to say a word.
As we make our way back to my office, I can't shake the feeling of connection that flows between us. Amara has become more than just an assistant to me - she's a true partner, someone I can rely on.
And yet, I know that I can't let myself get too close.
As much as I'm drawn to her strength, intelligence, and beauty, I know that crossing that line could jeopardize everything we've worked so hard to build.
