Me: 911!
Me(draft): My new boss is
A shadow approaches in my office doorway, and I look up from my phone. Seeing that it’s Ben, I quickly toss my phone on the desk. Shit! Another strike against me. First I’m not paying attention during the meeting, and now he catches me on my phone.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Harrington. It won’t happen again.”
“Miss Baker, can I speak with you for a moment in my office?”
I hold my breath the entire time, following him down the hall as questions fill my head.
Am I getting fired?
Does he want to talk about what happened?
The last person I expected to see when I walked into the conference room was the same woman from Friday night who has been on my mind since she walked out of the bathroom that night and out of my life. It was almost like one of these Cinderella stories you hear about. The Prince Charming in search of his princess, but while all he had was a shoe, I only had a name: Lexi. Too bad Prince Charming back then didn’t have Google, not that it would have been much help for me either. Lord knows what sort of results would have come up if I searched “gorgeous Lexi, who I love the way she comes on my cock”? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how you click on the wrong thing and download a virus.
When our eyes locked, all coherent thoughts left my brain, and I almost forgot what I was doing here in the first place. I’m thankful that John was leading the meeting after my brief introduction, although the speech I had been preparing all morning was not that short.
I couldn’t give anything away to my new employees, so I tried not to look her way constantly, but I could sense when her eyes were on me. Was she thinking about me as I had her? Did she regret her decision to run? By the time I had realized she was gone, I went back to the booth her friends had been in to discover they were gone, too.
What are the odds that my Cinderella is my new events director? The way she spoke during the meeting about her department, she transformed someone nervous and uncomfortable to the confident woman I met the other night. Her eyes lit up. I could tell then and there that she loved this job.
When John dismissed the meeting, I watched her quickly exit the room as if she were running from a fire. That fire was me. Employees had swarmed me, slowing me down, chasing her. I let her slip through my fingers once before; I wasn’t going to let her do it again.
I excused myself from the eager employees introducing themselves to find where Lexi had gone off to. I found my way toward the hall of offices, hoping that as the events director, she had her own office.
When I saw the nameplate outside the open door, I smiled before feeling like I was knocked entirely on my ass. I was reminded that I was now her boss, and she, my employee. Today is my first day, and I had already forgotten that, so preoccupied that I had found her.
She jumped as soon as she saw me standing there and set her phone down. I’m not sure what I had thought we would accomplish when I asked her into my office, but as I wait for her to enter, I run my fingers through my hair. Get your shit together, Harrington.
I contemplate whether to sit in front of or behind my desk, but as I watch her stroll into my office, I decide it’s best to sit behind it. It’s better for both of us, for me to show the authority but, more importantly, to hide my stiffening cock from view.
“Please close the door, Miss Baker.”
She slowly closes the door, and my eyes drift to the way the material clings to her firm ass. I jumble to change the direction of my gaze before she catches me. She runs her hands down her sides, straightening her outfit before taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of me.
We sit there staring at each other, neither saying a word. Her beauty consumes me, literally leaving me speechless. I want to pull her into my lap and show her what her abandoning me the other night did to me. To give her a taste of what she missed, a taste of what I need. But that is not why I brought her in there. She is now my employee, not someone I can have my way with whenever I want.
“Well, I guess we can both say that this turned out to be a more interesting Monday morning, huh?” I break the awkward silence with a chuckle.
“I’m not exactly sure what to say. I guess out of all of the people I had to find on Friday, it had to be my new boss.” She stutters, “Not that I was out at the club to find someone. My friends and I were out celebrating, and you were there… Well, I guess I don’t need to fill you in on the rest.”
Nope, she doesn’t need to fill me in. That night, and meeting her, has been running through my mind since I exited the bathroom expecting to see her just moments later and hopefully in my bed naked that night and so forth.
“When we met, I had no idea who you were. But then again, Paul—I mean Mr. Jennings—didn’t say your full name when he mentioned that you would be starting on Monday. Not that it would have made a difference anyway.”
I laugh awkwardly. “Well, that makes two of us. But in your favor, I prefer to keep my face out of the public, and I introduced myself to you as just ‘Ben,’ not Bentley or Bentley Harrington, the new CEO of Maritime Media.” I always hated that name; it’s why I prefer to go by Ben. “No one is at fault here,” I assure her. “It was just a coincidence. I saw a beautiful woman I wanted; there wasn’t much getting to know each other—well, verbally, at least.”
She doesn’t respond, so I tilt my head toward her to bring her attention back to me. Where is her head at? When I raise my eyebrows, she finally comes out of her daze, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that… but you’re…” She’s cute when she’s frazzled. Shit, stop thinking like that; she’s your goddamn employee now, not your wet dream. She exhales a long breath, gathering her composure. “But you’re so young to be a CEO.”
“Why, thank you. How old do you think I am exactly?” I smirk.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly asking for your age, sex, and location before I invited your cock into my vagina!”
The smile falls from my face with her raised voice. The last thing I need is for my personal life to spread throughout the office on my first day.
Her shoulders deflate. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I don’t know. I just thought you were around my age or a little older.”
I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but I’m thirty-five.”
“Great, not only did I have my first one-night stand, it was with someone ten years older,” Lexi says softly. If it wasn’t dead quiet in my office, I might not have heard her. Wait, did she say that was her first one-night stand? And she’s only twenty-five? That is pretty impressive to be only twenty-five and director of events. She is the same age as Asher, and Asher has not even a quarter of the drive and dedication she has to have earned such an important position.
Maybe I should bring Asher around her to see if some of that could rub off on him. Actually, hell no, I don’t want Asher anywhere around her. She is mine.
No, she isn’t, and that eats me up inside.
Lexi crosses her legs, and I can’t help but direct my attention to her toned limbs. I remember them wrapped around my waist the other night. Just the thought of that moment has me hardening again in my slacks.