Forbidden Forever (2 page)

I explain, "I would
like to go back to school since I see myself in a higher role than
where I will be starting out at as an assistant."

When I get nervous I
ramble on about things that have nothing to do with reality, at which
point I say, "I see myself running the hospital one day. I'm
sure I can do a better job than the ones doing it now."

Where did that come
from? I shake my head and look at the floor, trying to think of
something that could make me look less stupid. I fall short.

"We will see about
making that happen," Dr. Turner replies.

I notice he is smiling
at me a lot and has not taken his eyes off me since we walked into
his office. I try to read it as being polite because we know it could
be nothing more. Then suddenly he stands up, starling me, and in a in
a low, sultry voice discusses how he likes to hug his employees and
if I am uncomfortable with that, to please let him know. He hopes I
won't take offense to it, but he says it is the Italian in him. I let
him hug me and feel completely strange as this electric current is
feeling up my body. I pull back and get my first assignment from him,
which will be getting his schedule in order, and proceed back to my
desk. I am real good with all the computer software so the schedule
was a breeze to set up. I spent most of the morning on the phone
setting up appointments and getting settled in.

Once lunch time hits, I
make my way down to the cafeteria to meet my best friend, Sierra
Roberts. She works here and actually got me this job. We are so
excited to see each other every day. Sierra works in the emergency
room as a unit clerk and when she said she knew someone perfect for
the job, they knew to listen. When I get to the cafeteria, she is
standing there smiling and before I knew it, she is all questions.

"Do you like it?"

"How is your day
going so far?"

"Isn't Dr. Turner
nice?"

"Have you seen his
shoulders? Oh. My. God!"

"Oh, Sierra you
could never bore me. You make my day with your man ogling." I
laugh.

Sierra is beautiful,
full of life, and men fall all over her. We have been best friends
for 11 years. Our daughters played soccer together and we hit it off
from the beginning. She is a single mom to 16-year-old Brooke, with
an ex-husband who lives out-of-state. Lucky for her because he is a
jerk. She finally got smart and left him 4 years ago. Now if only I
could wise up and leave my good for nothing husband. I just keep
thinking about our 15-year-old daughter, Callie, and 13-year-old son,
Kaleb. How they need to finish school and go to college. What would
their life be like if their parents split up and broke up their home?
I have always wanted more for them than I had for myself growing up.
My mom had to work two jobs just to get us what we needed, which
meant we barely saw her and the rare times we did, she was so tired.
I am grateful for her and the strength she had every day. It couldn't
be easy raising two children by herself.

My sister Madeline and I
are only 2 years apart and spent our high school years adding
wrinkles to our mom's face. I shadowed Maddie everywhere, always
trying to be just like her. I looked up to my big sis in so many
ways. She was blonde and perfect. Really there wasn't any other way
to describe her. Sierra pulls me back to earth and I realize lunch is
over. I head back to my office and try not to think of the life I
have and the one I wish I did. Dr. Turner and I have barely spoken
since this morning, and I can smell his cologne all over me. The
smell drives me crazy and makes me wish his body were closer to mine.
I need to shake this feeling I have so I can prepare myself for the
night ahead.

Chance's
POV

Wonder what kind of
strange woman they have for me today. I open the door to my office
and see a strikingly beautiful woman with her head leaned back
against the chair. I'm not sure if I should disturb her or say
something to get her to notice I have walked in. She looks so
stressed, yet she is somehow calm and pleasing to look at. An awkward
moment ensues as I frighten the shit of her once she opens her eyes
and sees me hovering over her like a freak. She nearly falls into my
arms right over the desk. I would have caught her, grabbed her up in
my arms, and kissed her passionately until she was moaning in
ecstasy. What the hell am I thinking? Get yourself together dude!
This is possibly your employee.

She suddenly utters,
"Hi, I am Laney Collins, new assistant for Dr. Turner. How may I
help you?"

Oh she doesn't know who
I am, and, damn, she
is
my employee. I could play her but I
have made her nervous enough so I'll just go with...Hello, I am Dr.
Turner. I say this with a little laughter because, I mean, it is
pretty damn funny. Her face turns a light shade of pink and my
visions take over as I think about which shade of pink her pussy
might be and the way it would feel as I stroke each fold lightly with
my tongue. This is not normal. Why am I having this reaction to a
woman I have only known for a micro minute? I direct her into my
office so we can go over what I need and expect of an assistant.

Laney sits across from
me, legs crossed, and with a notepad in her lap; she's jotting down
notes as I speak. I like an employee that gets right down to business
and this one has the most sensual neckline. I would love to run my
tongue down it to her breasts. Fuck, I need to get the right head
working so I can get through this day. I ask her where she sees
herself in a year and her answer blows me away. She has ambition,
which is making my dick hard. It isn't helping that her cheeks have
that light pink tint again. I fade out of the conversation for a
brief moment and picture putting her over my knee and adding some
color to that bare ass of hers. I have to get her out of my office so
I can get my mind intact.

I have to touch her
before she walks out of this room so, like a complete nut job, I tell
her I like to hug and if she is uncomfortable with it to please let
me know. To my astonishment, she lets me hug her and hugs me back,
but I can feel she was taken aback by the affection and unsure how to
react. I can feel tingling down below and I am hoping she doesn't
feel the firmness of my cock as I hold her. We disconnect and she
heads back to her desk, swaying those hips as she leaves my office. I
begin pacing back and forth in this small office because I know if I
see her I will lose all control of myself. That creature in there,
sitting at that desk with her gorgeous eyes and that dazzling,
sexy-as-fucking-hell smile, is not what I expected to be here when I
showed up this morning.

My idea of the new
assistant was some nerd girl with shaggy hair, glasses, and one of
those long skirts that almost drag to the floor. I don't know what
that human resources lady was thinking when she hired this drop dead
gorgeous woman to work for me. Sure I'm a nice, married guy and all,
but that doesn't mean I'm a happily married man. Fuck! How am I going
to do this without staring a hole into her head and getting a hard on
every time I see her? She probably already thinks I'm a creeper,
acting like some kind of hugging nympho. I don't fucking hug people!
Now I will have to walk around hugging people just so it isn't a lie.
I sit to try and do some work, but she is running through my damn
mind, wearing sexy, power red high heels.

Laney's
POV

I pull up in the
driveway and Callie comes bolting outside eager to find out about my
first day of work. She is the most beautiful thing God could have
ever given me, inside and out. Kaleb is a rebel of sorts and likes to
keep me on my toes every chance he gets—always in trouble and
acting out in school. When he starts high school we are going to be
in trouble. I step out of my old 1996 Chevy Malibu and hug her. I let
her in on all the interesting, and mainly uninteresting, parts of my
day. I am basically a secretary in a Heart Center, so I don't
actually see any hearts or anything. I laugh to myself as to how
right Michael is on how appealing I am.

A frown starts to cross
my face when I hear Callie say, "Mom, I'll be back tonight
around 8. I'm going to Elizabeth's house to study."

I nod. "Wait,
Callie, where is Kaleb?"

She calls back, "He
went to the skateboarding park."

Then she is in
Elizabeth's car and pulling out of the driveway. Oh! I turn to face
the house, knowing what is waiting inside. I take in a deep breath
and let it out. I can do this. I hear the thoughts in my head playing
out, trying to give me strength to go inside. Michael never lets the
kids see how he truly feels about me; that would make him a monster,
as if he isn't already.

Dinner is cooked and I
make his plate and take it to him, then head back to the kitchen to
start cleaning. I can feel his presence behind me and I close my eyes
and hold my breath. He slams the plate on the counter and walks off.
At that very moment, I know I am going to get lucky tonight and he
will leave me alone. I can't even begin to relax myself entirely
because I know at any moment his mood can change and start on me
again. Kaleb comes walking through the door. Sweaty from skating, he
fixes his plate, gives me a peck on the cheek, and takes it to his
room. At least he still kisses his mother. Once the kitchen is
finished, I go to soak in a hot bath. The smell of Dr. Turner is
still on me as I lay back and let the memories of his face, his
shoulders, and his scent wash over me. I remember the days Michael
could make me feel this way and I would think about him for hours.
Now here I lie in a tub, naked and alone, wishing my husband would
see me the way he used to before the weight. Dieting isn't really
dieting anymore when you do it every day and get nowhere. I think at
this point it is called eating normally. Getting ready for bed, I
hear Callie come home and I go to see how her night was. My kids have
a life I would have dreamed of as the perfect childhood, even under
the dark secrets they don't know about. Hugs and "I love you
mores" then off to bed before my curfew is up.

* * *

Weeks later and it's
still like every other day, another rude comment. This one goes
"Damn, you sure know how to ruin a man's life. I can't take you
to an office party because you are too hideous to look at. What would
the guys think?" Seriously, I get it by now and yet he still
comes up with some new line to make me feel like the fattest creature
on earth. In all honestly, if I really looked at myself I would see
that I was an average built woman: curvy, but nothing that was
disgusting. I don't look like a super model, but I'm still not as bad
as he makes me out to be. I know this deep down, but it doesn't hurt
any less. Sometimes words are sharper than knives and can leave the
deepest, non-healing wounds.

The following week I
arrive in my office, smelling the most amazing scent: musty and
clean. Even without him here, I can smell his cultivating scent. I
inhale and all the visions of him wrap around my body and fill me
with warmth. It has been weeks of harmless flirting, yet the smell of
that delicious boss of mine still weakens my knees. Chance walks in
and just slightly brushes against my arm with his and I can feel an
electric current run through me like I had just been charged. Holy
fuck! I feel like I am in heat. I quickly shake my head so I don't
seem to be a complete idiot, and come back to reality. He is going on
about things that need to be changed in his schedule for a new
meeting that is more of a priority and that if everything goes well,
we both will be moving up in the world.

I giggle like my teenage
daughter. "I can't wait, Dr. Turner! I could use a little spice
in my life." What the fuck! Blushing, I avert my eyes and try to
turn away.

He then grabs my arm
softly, but somehow erotic, and whispers, "I have a lot of ways
we can spice up your life, Mrs. Collins."

I seriously feel like my
mouth, along with my panties, just fell to the floor. There I go with
that damn giggling again. What is wrong with me? I am a married
woman. I should not let another man get to me this way. His eyes have
a hint of fire behind them as he turns for his office. The phone on
my desk buzzes and his smooth sultry voice asks if we could have a
business lunch today. Of course I said yes. I wasn't going to tell my
boss no. I sent Sierra a quick email so she has plenty of time to
find something else to do for lunch. The day flew by and noon is here
before I know it. I gather my purse and cell phone and head to Dr.
Turner's office just as he steps out of the door.

He looks over with
narrowed eyes and a sly grin. "Have you ever been on a
motorcycle before?" he asks.

Other than a few dirt
bikes, I have never really been on one.
I
shake my head no and put my head down. His hand, ever so gently,
touches my face and tilts my head up so my blue eyes are looking into
his.

"Has anyone ever
told you your eyes are hypnotic?"