Tempted by the Boss (Tempted Series Book 1) (10 page)

I took her to a suite instead of my room because I wanted her to
let go. I wanted her to forget that I was her boss. It was everything I could
do to keep my hands to myself in the elevator, but she seemed so nervous. Like
a wary kitten. So I gave her some space to breathe. Plus, it was easier to
admire her from a far.

I held the door open for her when we reached the room and she
took two steps inside and then bolted toward the window, assuring me that I had
chosen well. The suite’s main feature was the floor to ceiling windows that
offered a sweeping view of the city. It was a stark contrast to the finished
party. After all, the city was still very much awake at this time, and I hoped
Ella and I wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon either.

“What an incredible view,” she said.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” She looked over her shoulder. “It’s like a postcard.”

There was already a bottle of champagne on ice in the room, and
I stepped up to the trolley where it was, but I was momentarily distracted by
the way the window framed her silhouette. The curve of her hips in her floor
length dress and the way I could follow her bare neck all the way down to her
lower back made me want her so bad I could feel my heart beating in my cock.

I slid the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and dried
it. Then I unscrewed the wire hood and kept pressure on the cork until I heard
the subtle popping sound. “Champagne okay?” I asked, looking her up and down
and licking my lips.

“Lovely,” she said, turning to face me.

Her shape in the dim room was the most tantalizing thing I’d
ever seen.

“I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity, Will. I
can’t even begin to tell you what an amazing time I’ve had these last few
months.”

“It’s me that should be thanking you,” I said, tipping the
bottle over two champagne glasses. “You made me look good tonight.”

“You always look good,” she said, turning back around and
looking towards Central Park.

It wasn’t even close to the first compliment I’d ever received,
but it meant so much more coming from her. And something about the way she said
it made me feel like I wasn’t wrong to want her the way I did. If she was
attracted to me, there was no problem with us taking things further. I would
happily put my body in her capable hands.

I walked up beside her with the two glasses.

The city lights sparkled off her clear skin as she smiled and
took a glass.

I raised mine towards her. “Merry Christmas.”

She clinked her glass against mine. “Merry Christmas.”

I watched the gulp of champagne travel the length of her swan
like neck before taking a sip myself. It was hard to pretend to be relaxed and
make her feel at ease when all I wanted to do was tear her sexy dress off her
and pretend to be caught under the mistletoe beside all her most secret places.
But at the same time, she looked so elegant, so breakable. I feared I wouldn’t
be able to treat her gently once I put my hands on her, that I’d transfer the
pain of my restraint into how I touched her.

I took a deep breath. “How did it feel to be the most beautiful
woman at the party tonight?”

“That’s very nice of you to say.”

“I didn’t say it to be nice. I never say anything just to be
nice.”

She tilted her head towards me. “Why say it then?”

“Cause it’s the truth.”

She looked down at her glass. “Maybe I should go.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

She took a few steps toward the door.

“Ella.” I moved to catch up with her. “What’s wrong?”

She put her drink down next to the champagne bucket. “I
shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t what?” I took another step forward.

She took a step back. “I shouldn’t be here like this-”

“Like what?”

“Like this when…” Her chest was rising and falling quickly with
her breath. Her back was against the wall. “When you’re my boss.”

“But I’m not really your boss right now.” I put my hand on the
wall above her shoulder. “Not really.”

“What?” Her eyes bounced back and forth between mine.

“You had a contract through the end of the party.”

Her wet bottom lip was right in my face.

“And the party’s over.”

“But I want a permanent position-”

“Done.” I said. “I’d be crazy to let you go after the job you
did. We can talk about it on Monday.”

“So right now you’re not my boss?”

“No.”

“So what are you?”

“I’m just a guy who couldn’t take my eyes off you all night.”

She brought her hand to her chest. “I can’t-”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t-”

“Think of any reason why I shouldn’t kiss you?”

She inhaled sharply and I pressed my lips against hers. She
tasted like sweet champagne and her full lips were so deliciously kissable I
never wanted to come up for air. Her tongue moved around mine with a passionate
hunger that made my lower body burn for her.

I pulled her lithe body against me and felt my desire for her
intensifying as I held myself against her. It felt so good to finally have her
in my arms.  I couldn’t wait to find out what it would be like to have her in
my bed.

I reached down and hiked her dress off the floor so I could slide
my hands up and over her smooth curves. When I moved to kiss her soft neck, she
let her head fall back and put her arms over my shoulders.

I’d wanted to touch her for so long I couldn’t keep my hand from
going straight to the warmth between her thighs. She spread her legs for me and
when I felt that her panties were already wet, I slid them over and dragged the
tips of my fingers along her hot little slit. Then I pressed them deep inside
her until she moaned and gave into me.

I listened to the sound of her shallow breathing and fucked her
with my fingers until her wetness dripped down the back of my hand. Then I
moved my lips to her collarbone and reached up to peel her dress down so I
could finally see her gorgeous tits.

“Stop,” she panted.

“What?” I asked, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Just stop.”

“Why?” I pulled my face back so I could look at her.

She brought her palms to her cheeks.

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this.” She shook her head. “I thought I could, but I
can’t.”

“Was I doing something wrong?”

“No.” Her wide eyes looked at me. “It’s not you. It’s m-”

“Don’t feed me a fucking line. Tell me what’s wrong.”

A tear rolled down her cheek.

I had no idea what was going on.

“I just don’t trust myself.” She smoothed her dress down. “Not
with you.”

It was the worst thing she could have said.

“Why? What have I ever done t-”

“Nothing. It’s just-”

I put a hand under her chin and tilted it up. “It’s just what?”

“I’m sick of getting hurt.” She shook her head and pulled her
dress back up over her shoulders. “And no one’s ever had more power to hurt me than
you do.”

“But hurting you is the last thing I want to do.”

“I’m sorry, Will.” She pushed past me towards the door. When she
turned around, her eyes were dark and desperate. “I’m so so sorry.”

And then she was gone.

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