LUSTING OVER MY BOSS

Nora Davis Pov

Shocked is what I am at this moment in time. Is Alexander seriously kissing me?

I stand completely still, not yet comprehending the situation at hand.

Alexander slowly slips one hand around my waist holding me in place, in case I have other plans like running the hell away from here.

The movement of his soft lips pressing roughly against mine snaps me out of the spell that holds me rooted.

Timidly I kiss him back, slowly.

My lips slowly start to move against his, answering his unasked question. His lips mould against mine so softly and perfectly and yet he kisses me with an almost harsh wanting need.

No there are no fireworks or sparks, something I had almost imagined there to be before I had had my first kiss which was awkward and incredibly clumsy.

Nearly all my kisses with my previous boyfriend were like that.

But kissing Alexander, it felt like my whole being was on fire.

I craved him.

I can feel his arm around my waist tighten

and just as I want things to escalate, he

releases me stepping back almost instantly as if I was on fire.

"I would love to continue this but I hardly think the workplace is where we should be doing this, my bed perhaps, but I'll leave that up to you" he says in that teasing voice of his, smirking down at me.

My face instantly heats up at what he is implying but he doesn't give me a chance to respond as he once again leans in, staring deep into my eyes before placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.

As he walks out the door, leaving me behind, the whole brunt of the situation hits me.

I just kissed Alexander. The incredibly hot Alexander James.

The incredibly hot Alexander James who is the CEO of Alexander & Co.

The very same Alexander who I'm working for.

Fuck.

*****

Sitting at my desk I calmly do my work, I can't even bare to think of what had just occurred about an hours time ago.

If I did I knew I'd freak out completely. I'm just glad we didn't kiss in his office.

I don't think I'd be able to handle that with the dream and everything.

I have always been told by my parents and

my friends that I had a bad tendency to over think and analyze things.

I was never one to just go with the flow.

I had to think things through and plan everything out.

This was most definitely not going to plan.

It's not like I have feelings or anything ; towards him, right?

Alexander's just my boss who likes to flirt and get into women's pants but nope, he won't be

getting into mine anytime soon or ever for that matter.

Alexander probably acts this way with every girl he meets right?

Just as if the world was listening to me and seeming to answer me, the same red headed model walks in with a coy smile on her face.

Sarah Mclane.

She was apparently some high up model and had come on the cover of Vogue and Sports Illustrated magazine multiple times. i

I mean I can see why.

She was absolutely gorgeous with her flaming red hair cascading down her back in luscious curls contrasting to her bright green doe

shaped eyes.

She even had a killer body and stood at around 5'11 even without heels.

Her designer turquoise dress clung tightly to her curves looking completely classy as she towered over me in her heels.

Smiling down at me she bent a little to say "I have an appointment with Alexander. Could you please tell him Sarah is here".

I politely smile back at her and pick up the phone to get through to Alexander's line.

"Um hello Alexander, a Sarah is here saying you have an appointment. Should I let her through?".

For some reason I wanted Alexander to deny having any appointment with her and to tell me to send her on her merry way.

"Ah yes. Send her in immediately" he says almost joyfully.

The small part of me that was hoping for him to deny her entry, withers away.

Trying not to show that what he said effected me, I keep smiling.

"You can go in now".

I don't bother giving her directions because I'm pretty sure she knows exactly where his Office is.

*****

It's been thirty god damn minutes. What's taking so long?

I look up at the clock, watching the smaller hand tick by as the seconds pass, almost excruciatingly slow as if mocking me.

All the various things they could be doing there starts to invade my thoughts, making me antsy.

I've already asked myself a thousand times why I care what they're up to in there.

Which I hope is a civilized, friendly, completely professional chat.

Why do I care?

Because Alexander kissed me. And whether I like it or not, if there is something going on between those two or even someone else for that matter I'd feel like a home wrecker and feel incredibly guilty.

Glancing up at the clock I see only five more minutes have gone by.

I can even feel the receptionist passing me amused looks as she too notices me fidgeting around constantly.

The door to Alexander's office opens excruciatingly slow and when finally she does emerge, Alexander follows her.

My blood starts to boil as I take note of Sarah's once perfectly curled hair now mussed up ina sort of bed head s*x look.

The pen in my hands makes an almost creaking noise as I apply a bit too much pressure when I notice Alexander's tie slightly askew and his hair too sticking out in various directions.

Clearly they weren't just having a good old a chat. From my peripheral vision I see Alexander lean down to place a kiss on her cheek as Sarah turns to hug him and then with one last look his way, leaves.

Alexander quickly glances at me but I pretend to be doing my work so he heads back into the office, shutting his door closed.

Darm him to hell.

*****

There is a distinct difference between lust and love.

Lust is the strong sexual desire one holds for someone.

And yet love is something completely different.

To each person love means something else.

One person feels it one way and another the other.

Love can't quite be put into words but yet a mutual understanding of the word resides in us all.

So why is it that people blur the lines between the two?

They mistake lust for love and love for lust.

Once that happens, when a person commits that mistake they either come out broken and damaged, not knowing what to do or how to cope, while the others come out on top, feeling the utmost best they have in years. The feeling that comes in the form of self satisfaction and conquering something.

For me I know that the only thing I feel for Alexander James, is lust.

Even the word lust is to strong a word to use.

Simply an attraction to the man I work for and that is where I draw the line.

Whether I want to or not.

All day these thoughts have been plaguing my mind as I try to find a simple solution out of this conundrum.

Maybe spacing myself and remaining completely professional at all times will help? One thing is a fact. That Alexander James does not do relationships.

Yes I asked around the office, trying to remain inconspicuous which pretty much worked because everyone was willing to talk about their boss behind his back.

Alexander has been running this company for around five to six years now and through that whole time never once has he been with one girl.

But it's not like I can trust the receptionist down at the lobby.

I hardly knew her. The whole week pretty much consisted of me asking around about my boss and me being completely professional in front of him.

I didn't give into his subtle glances my way nor the way he tried to get incredibly close to me.

The most I did was send a polite smile or two his way.

I could tell Alexander suspected something was wrong but he didn't bring it up and let me be in my ways.

*****

The day progressed as usual, at an increasingly slow pace.

For the better half of the day Alexander seemed to ignore me, and I him.

Returning back from the coffee shop for the second time now, I decided to get Alexander a coffee as well.

I didn't want to seem to rude and uptight in a way.

Heading up to the office I place my own coffee down along with the receptionist's, Moreece.

Placing it down she smiled up at me, shocking me.

Did she actually just smile? Smiling back I head down the hallway.

Huffing out a breath I stand in front of Alexander's office and knock hesitantly.

I even stopped barging in like he told me too.

"Come in" calls out Alexander in a rough sort of voice.

Entering into his office he looks up at me through knitted eyebrows.

"Why did you knock?" he asks sounding confused.

I totally ignore his question as worry courses through me.

Sitting at his desk I can see sweat beading on his brow, his face entirely flushed, yet he still managed to look dauntingly pale.

Striding over to him and placing the coffee on his desk I quickly place my palm on his forehead.

"What are you doing Nora?" asks a somewhat amused Alexander.

"Shh" I shush him, trying to concentrate. He was definitely heating up.

Looking over at the air conditioner I see it is on at full blast.

Only now, as I take in his face can I see the dark bags beneath his eyes and the way his complexion seems almost sallow like.

Noticing my gaze he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not sick No-" as he speaks he gets interrupted by a violent coughing fit.

I pat him on the back lightly, my worry increasing as he looks up at me and sniffles.

"Alexander you need to go home and get some rest" I say quietly.

"And don't say you're fine either because I can tell you're not" I snap as he opens his mouth to argue.

"There's no point going home. I'll just start working there as well" he says adamantly.

"No you won't because am coming with you" ¢ I say sharply.

"Ugh, I can tell you're not going to let this go are you?".

"Nope" I say smugly.

Groaning once more Alexander gets up to collect his briefcase and other things while I switch various things off before informing the receptionist that I will be leaving with Alexander.

She simply nods and with that we are on our way.

******

I forgot how magnificent Alexander's house actually was.

It was beautiful.

As I stand there gawping once again, Alexander just simply walks past me into his home.

Following him, he goes to the living room before lying down with a groan.

I can tell the fever seems to be getting worse.

Placing my palm against his head, he feels ten times hotter than he did back at the office.

"Go and get undressed" I say quickly. "Ooh kinky Nora".

Even at a time like this Alexander manages to have his head in the gutter.

"No you need to get comfortable and relax. You can't be in a suit all day".

With a huff he stands up and wanders off somewhere while I somehow make my way to the kitchen, looking for different ingredients to make him some soup, which will hopefully help.

Busy in my search for ingredients I don't notice Alexander standing behind me until he sniffles. Whipping around I curse myself for telling him to change.

He looked incredibly mouth watering as this was the first time I had seen him without a suit.

Slate gray sweatpants adorned his legs which hung low on his hips. Trailing my eyes upwards instead of seeing a shirt I see a deep line going down into his sweats, a happy trail heading downwards as well.

Looking up I see a well formed six pack and I nearly swoon 4 there and then. Hoping he didn't see me basically gaping at him, I look to him with a brow raised.

"I was feeling hot".