Touch Me Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance

by Aria Ford

  She wanted Vanessa to drop out of the competition; she wanted James for herself. She had made the situation sexual just to make Vanessa want to quit, but she got carried away. She told herself it was all about the job at the time, but deep down, she knew that wasn’t completely true. I was turned on. The gold bikinis, having James watch. She liked it and it had made her want him even more.

  After a few days in her room, she realized that this was the punishment. She was cut off and had to sit there and wonder if he was spending time with Vanessa every day. She was starting to think about screaming, and then she began to think about quitting. This is bullshit. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. Am I supposed to be able to read his mind? She thought angrily. She had gotten dressed and done her hair and makeup every day, just in case he wanted to see her. But today as she sat on her bed all done up, she was thinking about just packing her bag and going home. She was beginning to go stir crazy, when finally, Harold knocked at the door.

  “Mr. Bradley is here to see you,” he said.

  “Really?” She practically jumped up. As he entered the room, she remembered to look down.

  “Bunny, it’s nice to see you again.” James was smiling as he said it. He was happy to see her, she was wearing a little skirt and he could see her black lace bra through her white shirt. His dick flicked slightly when he saw her. Thankfully, she was clearly more excited to see him than she was mad at him. Leaving her in her room had been hard for him. He’d dreamt about touching her night after night. He had been alone with Vanessa for a few sessions but she was not Audrey. Really the only reason he kept her around was to make Audrey think there was still a competition going on. He walked over to the sofa and sat down.

  “Come sit,” he said. She made her way over to the sofa without looking at him. “No, not there.”

  “Here,” he said, pointing to the floor beside him. She looked up at him for a second, utter shock on her face, but instantly realized her mistake and knelt down by his feet. She was so grateful to be out of her room and back in his good humor that she didn’t even mind having to grovel at his feet.

  “Did you think about your behavior?” he asked, reached down and stroking her auburn hair.

  “Yes, sir,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

  “Good. Now you’ve had a few days to think about your situation. The end of the three months is approaching quickly,” he said.

  She shifted uneasily, wondering if the few days he had spent with Vanessa had tipped the scales in her favor.

  “What’s wrong? You seem upset,” he said, and reached down to her chin to tilt her head so he could look at her face.

  “I’m just wondering if you’ve made your decision?” she asked. Then, without thinking, she blurted out, “I don’t want to go.” She reached and put her hand on his thigh as she said it.

  He felt a sharp pang of desire as she touched him. He wanted her badly. He had plans of drawing it out for a few more weeks, but he could feel his resolution slipping away. The months before he had wondered if she was only interested in getting ahead with this opportunity, but looking into her eyes now, he could see she was falling for him.

  She reached up and touched his cheek.

  “Please, James,” she pleaded. She didn’t know what she was asking. To stay and work for him? Or did she want to be with him?

  He grabbed her and kissed her. She reached and wrapped her hands behind his neck, kissing him deeper. His mouth opened slightly, his tongue searching for hers, and he gently pushed her back onto the floor.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he growled into her neck. She was unbuttoning his shirt frantically. She moaned and her hips gyrated under his. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her through his pants. She grabbed the button of his jeans and tore them open, then yanked them down around his thighs. He pulled her shirt over her head and nuzzled his face in between her pert white breasts. She reached down and pulled her skirt up, he grabbed her hands to stop her.

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  He put his hand between her thighs and stroked gently, too gently. She pushed against him. Her head tipped back. She arched her back, trying to force his touch and she grabbed fistfuls of her own hair in frustration. She was about to lose control. She wanted him so badly.

  He liked watching her squirm. Suddenly, he grabbed her panties and tore them off with one violent jerk. She yelped in surprise. He pulled down his boxers and grabbed her wrists, holding her hands down over her head. He thrust into her without relent. An involuntary noise escaped her throat as he drove into her again and again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pleasure building and building until she finally shuddered, ripples of ecstasy flowing through her. James didn’t stop as her body went limp with fatigue; he held her close, making love to her tenderly now.

  “I want to have a baby with you,” he groaned against her ear as he spilled himself inside her.

  Her eyes snapped open as she registered what he had just said. She pushed up on his shoulders so she could look into his eyes.

  “What?” she said in disbelief. “Wait, stop, stop.” She pushed him away, trying to get out from under him.

  “Audrey, I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he grasped for her. I’m so stupid. Why would I just blurt that out? he thought. He stumbled to a standing position and pulled his pants back up, then walked toward her as he did up his button.

  “Audrey, just give me a second to explain. Let’s talk about this,” he pleaded.

  “James, you just ‘punished’ me for days for wanting you, for turning you on. Now you want to have a baby?” she hollered at him, her face burning with the rage she felt. “What the fuck? This is supposed to be a job! Or is it? You have to be honest with me or I’m walking out.”

  He looked down and shook his head. “You’re right,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. That came out of left field. I wasn’t thinking. It was something I said in a moment of passion.”

  “Does that mean it’s not true?” she answered. “Because that’s not what I signed up for. For starters, I’m in the middle of my degree, I’m not thinking about babies right now. Furthermore, we’re not in a relationship, you are my boss!”

  “I know, I know.” He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Look, Audrey, honestly. I was looking for a submissive. I’ve never had a real relationship before, so I was planning on one day having my family in that kind of relationship. But you’ve changed me. I want more. When you were in your room you were all I could think about. I would never ask you to sacrifice your education or dreams for me, but I want to be there with you.”

  Audrey felt overwhelmed. She pushed his hand off her shoulder. “I have to go. I need to think.”

  James was disappointed, but he didn’t want Audrey to make this kind of decision under pressure.

  “Okay, I’ll have my driver take you home.”

  Once Audrey got back to her apartment, she realized how uncomfortable it actually was, and she hated it. She was frustrated that things had taken this turn. When she had just been James’ personal assistant, everything had been so perfect and simple. But when she really thought about it, the more time she spent with him, the more she was falling for him. They complemented each other. When they were together, it was pure harmony. And she couldn’t deny the insane physical attraction between them; it was palpable.

  She pictured his muscular chest, the little trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to his nether region. She shook the image from her mind.

  A few days had passed; Audrey wanted to feel confident in her decision to leave James, but she still had a nagging feeling. She was laying in her bed thinking about it all. When you made the decision to stay there, it was to earn enough money to get through the next year of college. You did that. He was asking for too much commitment. You did the right thing.

  She felt like if she repeated this mantra enough she would start to believe it eventually. But she missed him, and she wondere
d if he had chosen Vanessa as her replacement. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. She rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel and headed to her cramped bathroom for a shower.

  She had been in the shower for a few minutes and was rinsing the shampoo from her hair when she heard the doorbell ring.

  “Oh, God damnit,” she muttered to herself as she hastily finished her rinse and hopped out of the shower. She wrapped her towel around her head haphazardly and threw on her old bathrobe, hurrying to the door.

  She grumbled about her shower being interrupted as she began to open the door but then her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was. James was standing at her door with a large box in his hands. She felt butterflies twirl in her stomach. She was excited to see him.

  “Oh, James. I’m sorry. I was in the shower. Do you want to come in?” she blurted out. Then she reached for his arm and pulled him inside without waiting for his answer.

  “Yeah, I just wanted to bring all the clothes that you left. I don’t have much use for them,” he said, trying to remain casual. He looked around and placed the box on her ragged sofa.

  “Oh,” she said, unable to disguise the disappointment in her voice. Though she had told herself leaving was the right thing to do, she had secretly hoped he would fight for her. She crossed her arms over her chest as if to protect her heart from any more pain.

  Suddenly, James walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, looked into her green eyes and kissed her gently. “I need you, Audrey,” he said quietly. “I know you need time to think about things, but I had to see you.”

  Her head was swimming. He had come for her. That was what she had wanted deep down, but there were still so many things she had to consider. She pulled away from him.

  “James, I can’t give up my life to be with you,” she said firmly. “I’ve worked too hard and I am going to make something of myself. You of all people should understand that. I want to finish college, I want to get a great job.”

  “I know. Audrey, I meant what I said about wanting to be with you, wanting a baby with you. But I would never ask you to give up the things that matter to you. I want you to be happy and successful,” he said, reaching for her again. He turned her toward himself. “But be those things with me. I love you.”

  Tears stung her eyes. She had never had anyone in her life support what she wanted. Now she had this wonderful, handsome man that she cared about tell her that and that he loved her. She let out a little whimper and threw her arms around his neck.

  “I love you too, James,” she cried.

  “Come home with me, Audrey. We can plan our amazing future together,” he said and kissed her.

  THE END

  The Billionaire’s Getaway

  Chapter 1

  The smoke fumes curled around each other from the end of the vast meeting room table. Gabriel Geroux was perched at the head of the table and Charlotte, the head of his advertising team, sat to his left. On his right, the head of accounting tore through a stack of receipts and quarterly reports he had brought to the meeting.

  Gabriel took a long drag off of his cigarette, and allowed the smoke to linger in his lungs. His hazel eyes considered Charlotte, who was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and a cleavage-complimenting blouse that she had boldly paired with red pumps. She took a look around the room at the department heads in front of her. Her hair was half pinned up, and the rest of the hazelnut and sandy curls flowed around her shoulders.

  He shrugged and dropped ashes from his cigarette onto Peter’s reports. “We can begin. Charlotte, what are your notes?”

  Charlotte cleared her throat and crossed her long, olive brown legs. “Well, LoveConnect could stand to be doing better. I think we should really increase the advertising that we do on buses and on porn websites.”

  Gabriel stifled a chuckled and remarked, “Yes, I suppose there’s a lot of lonely people on both.” His voice came out as a low rumble when he spoke. It bounced off of the walls and made some more of those long, tanned legs in the room clench their thighs together.

  Peter offered, “While we may reach some people that way, the million we’re going to have to spend on advertising could be better used somewhere else. People on porn sites are usually there for the free porn, and someone that has to take the bus probably can’t afford to pay a matchmaking service.”

  Helga from Human Resources said, “We could try advertising on those fourteen dollar magazines? You know, the ones they put in the high-class department stores? If we only want people who can pay top dollar, maybe start there?”

  Gabriel nodded. “Maybe at every place in Los Angeles that sells an eight-dollar coffee as the lowest item?”

  Everyone chirped their agreement and Gabriel smirked. “Excellent, I have a lunch date.” He stood up and wiped a few stray ashes off of his charcoal pinstripe suit. Charlotte cut him a look over her glasses and he nodded to her as everyone packed up their briefcases and laptops.

  He strode out into the hallway and nodded at some of the people in the cubicles on either side of him. He walked to the elevator, and once he pressed the button, he sought for his phone in his pocket. He spared a glance at the text already in the center of his screen:

  Can I still count on you to be there tonight?

  He stepped on the elevator and absently nodded at an intern that was doing a superb job of balancing a tray of coffees in one hand and a bag of bagels and muffins in the other.

  She grinned at him. “How are you, Mr. Geroux?”

  “Very good, thank you.” He leaned against the wall as the elevator carried them down fifteen floors.

  The intern chuckled. “It’s treat day in the customer service department. I lost a bet, and it’s my turn.” She jostled the tray of coffee and hissed as a few drops of dark roast stung her bony arms. “Maybe I should stop betting.”

  He eyed her and typed something out on his phone instead of responding. The girl drummed her fingers on one of the coffee cups and hummed to herself as they approached her floor.

  She smiled sweetly. “Nice talking to you, Mr. Geroux!”

  “Mmmhmm,” he intoned, not bothering to look at her as she exited the elevator.

  Two floors later, Gabriel stepped into the lobby. He maneuvered through the mass of bodies and finally made it outside just as it was starting to rain.

  His driver, Mitchell, opened the back door of a Cadillac and Gabriel slid in. Once they pulled off, Gabriel quickly typed a text that read:

  I’ll be there. You should be ready.

  ************

  The restaurant was a quieter scene compared to most places worth eating at in Los Angeles. CEOs conducted business dinners here with executives from overseas. Winchesters was the place to bring anyone you wanted to charm the pants off of.

  After the waiter poured his wine, Gabriel turned his attention to Charlotte sitting across from him. She had taken her hair out of her work hairdo, and was allowing her curls to cascade around her. She wore a tight black dress, and she smirked as she opened the menu to pretend to read the specials.

  “What do you think about the new campaign that I proposed?” she asked.

  “It won’t matter,” he replied.

  Charlotte swirled the wine around in her glass and bit the inside of her cheek. “Excuse me?”

  “It won’t matter because I met with some of the editors from the newspaper and they are going to include a weekly piece that highlights one of our successful matches, and the kind of experience we gave to the client.”

  Charlotte cackled. “Are you advertising behind my back, Gabriel?”

  He drained his wine glass and then pointed at her. “I am looking to doing much more than that behind you. How about you finish that?”

  “No need to liquor me up, I was already willing.”

  “Hmm, so you won’t be a challenge. Pity, I rather like a challenge.”

  Charlotte raised her eyebrows, and then knocked back a full glass of chardonnay as if it were
lemon water. “We can leave now.”

  Gabriel waggled a finger at her. “I need to talk business with you first.”

  “Couldn’t you have done that while I was sober?”

  Gabriel reached down beside him where a small black briefcase leaned against his leg. He opened it, and slid a portfolio on the table between the two of them. Charlotte blinked hard, trying to analyze the document correctly.

  “What is this?”

  “This is the agreement we’re signing with the newspaper. I need you to get it notarized sometime between tonight and tomorrow afternoon.” He idly scratched his stubble. “Will you do that for me, Charlotte?”

  She rolled her eyes as the waiter refilled her glass. “I’m making a mental note of that. I’m running your company just fine, and I will run it just as well when you have to go overseas next month.”

  “Peter’s in charge,” he said, looking at her pointedly.

  “Excuse me?” she said, trying hard to mask her anger.

  “Can you hear tonight, Charlotte? Peter will be in charge, he handles the money so I know that everything will be stable by the time I get back.”

  “I’m going to run to the restroom, Gabriel.” She stood up and pushed her chair in. He watched her disappear around a corner to the women’s restroom.

  Why would she think she’s watching the company when I’m away? She hasn’t even mastered the part of her job that requires her to not fuck her boss, he pondered and the waiter came back.

  “Are we going to be enjoying one of our delicious specials tonight?”

  Gabriel shrugged. “I guess I’ll have the Alfredo.” He looked toward the restroom. “The woman will have an order of scallops. Thank you.”

  “No problem, Mr. Geroux.”

  After they had finished a rather awkward dinner, the car picked them up outside of Winchester. Gabriel waved at Mitchell and said, “I got it!” He opened the door for Charlotte and she grinned as she slid onto the cocoa colored leather seats.