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“Are you coming along?” I asked, taking in the bag she had slung over her shoulder. I knew it contained everything she needed to work and communicate with the office. She was dressed for the course, but it was very apparent that she was aware that she was working and would have no time whatsoever for playing or leisurely shenanigans.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “Y-you don’t want me to?”
“It might get hotter later on,” I replied, looking out across the lush green course.
“That’s okay, I have sunscreen and my hat,” she replied with a smile. And then I watched the smile spread across her face. “Do you have sunscreen, Sir? I didn’t mean to bother you.”
Before now, I had truly never been bothered that she called me Sir, and now, it didn't bother me, but it did something strange to me. Namely, it made me feel even hornier around her. I didn’t get the kick of respect I was sure she intended by addressing me in this way. Instead, it felt as though she was role-playing and teasing me with every mention of the word.
This was such a foolish thought because I was her boss; however, the implications of this beyond just ensuring that she kept my life and schedule organized had never really occurred to me the way it did now.
“Yes I put on sunscreen and you can stay here,” I replied. “If you want, of course. You’re out of the sun, you’re not overheated, and you can monitor the work on the desk over there.”
“Oh,” she said and nodded. I could see her face fall slightly, and as always, I was going to ignore it, but I couldn't. I grabbed her arm before she could go out of my sight.
“I’m not trying to drive you away, I just... I don’t want to strain you necessarily. But if you think being on the course is what you prefer, then of course, come along.”
She stared at me then, with a smile on her face. It was shy, and it made the corners of my mouth curve as well.
“I’d like to come along and stay in the golf cart. I worked at a golf course when I was much younger, and I enjoyed the sport. I haven’t had the time or chance to return again, so I’d really like to relive the experience.”
“It’s settled then,” I replied, and her smile this time, fully exposing her gorgeous white teeth, was blinding.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, and we headed out together. I saw Felix, the Swedish man, watching us, and once again, I couldn't help but sigh. The officials called out to me, so I had to leave her to her own devices.
“Let me know if there's any update from the office,” I said, and she nodded.
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Madison
It felt so weird calling him Sir. After all, the man had seen me in ways that even I hadn’t seen myself. It felt now as though we were playing a game that only the two of us were aware of. It was exhilarating, to say the least, but it also made me feel so nervous. And then there was the way he touched me. I didn’t even think he realized it, but when he spoke to me now, I noticed how he touched me. So intimately, so carefully. It truly made breathing difficult. And he stared into my eyes like he was trying to figure me out, to understand all that he could about me. Maybe I was the one reading too much into it, as always, but it was the way I felt.
Generally, I was happy about how things were progressing, about how we were relating to each other. It was much more than I had imagined things would be between us, ever, but I also deeply suspected that things were going so well because we were not in the city, which meant that I had a very short period of time to enjoy all of this, and none of that made me feel good in the slightest. Still, as I followed behind them, ready for whatever he needed, I admonished myself to forget about the past and future and to simply just live in the present.
Just then, however, Mr. Felix fell into step beside me, and just like that, my mood plummeted into the depths of hell.
“How are you doing on this fine day, Miss…?” he began, his tone falsely pleasant.
I glanced at him and managed a polite smile. He was important to this project, and no matter how I felt about him, I couldn’t be outrightly rude. The events of that night replayed nearly verbatim in my mind, from the exchange at the entrance to our restaurant room to Hunter coming to my rescue. So, I was well aware that he had purposely forced me to drink, and equally aware that it had been with bad intentions, which he would have probably not hesitated to carry out if Hunter hadn’t been available.
However, I found that I wasn't as angry at him as I should have been, because his malicious intentions had led to something that I could have never even dreamed could happen. So, in a way, I was supposed to be hating him, but he didn't need to know this. What he needed to know was that he needed to stay as far away from me as possible, and I truly wished that he would respect this and comply.
“What's your last name?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I sighed, “Parish. My last name is Parish.”
“Incredible name,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve been trying to speak to you, but things have been a bit hectic, right? I hope you’ll have some time for me today?”
He was no lackey. He was a very successful businessman, and although he was much older and less rich than Hunter, I was sure that he was very aware that I had been avoiding him and sometimes even downright ignoring him.
I truly couldn’t help pretending, but this entire vacation and our time in Thailand was only just beginning, and I didn’t want to have to bear his advances for the rest of it.
“I mean no disrespect by this, Sir, but I really hope that we can keep things strictly professional between us,” I said, trying to be firm. “I know that you’re working in collaboration with my boss, and I respect that and you, but I am not really comfortable with anything else beyond that.”
At my words, he came to an immediate halt, and I had no choice but to stop as well.
