He called after me, and I hear Jessa protest, but I don’t stop until I’m standing in the elevator. Why am I so upset?
Kyler and I have been working together, that’s it. So why would seeing another
woman straddling him like that leave me feeling upset and… Am I jealous?
No, I’m not. I can’t be. He’s my boss.
“Cassey, wait!”
Kylers hand stops the elevator doors from closing and I look up to meet his
blue eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I didn’t mean to interrupt - ”
“No, it’s fine, you weren’t interrupting anything important,” Kyler intercedes.
“It wasn’t what it looked like.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Mr. Knight. Who you’re with and what you
do in the confines of your office is none of my business. I should’ve knocked.”
And now? I hate the way my voice sounds. Like I’m a robot. Instead of getting
myself upset, I’m opting for something better, and emotionless - professionalism. Kyler frowns, no doubt puzzled by me calling him Mr. Knight, and acting
this way. I’ve become comfortable with him, and as distracting as his presence
is at times, I’ve come to enjoy his company. He’s funny, and charming, and
smart. Three things I happen to be dangerously attracted to. I won’t even talk
about his physical attributes that have had me rubbing my thighs together and
my cheeks flushed for over a week.
“What did you want to see me about?“ he asks, his brow furrowed.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I lie. “Turns out I actually didn’t need you after all.”
The look on his hard face reveals his disbelief, but for some reason he doesn’t
push it. He just stares at me.
I need to get out of here, and fast, before I do something completely ridiculous
and cry. Dammit ! I have no reason to cry!
“If that’s all, Mr. Knight, I need to get back to work.” I look down, unable to
keep my eyes on him much longer. I fear that he’ll see through my bullshit.
Without saying a word, Kyler steps back and I see the anger on his face. His
eyebrows are drawn, his eyes are hard and his jew is clenched. The doors close
and his disappears. I breathe out a sigh, relieved to be free of the tension that
was pulsating between Kyler and I moment ago. The only thought running
though my mind right now is what the hell just happened and why am I so upset?
∞
Mr. and Mrs. Blake decided to host their wedding anniversary party at the
Four Seasons Hotel, and invited one hundred of their closest friends and
family to celebrate the milestone in their marriage. I’ve never been to a place
as ‘swanky’ as the Four Seasons and the worry that I won’t fit in nags at the
back of my mind. I’m only going because Quinn kind of begged me. Apparently Drew doesn’t really know anyone else, and after apologizing a thousand
times, I gave in and agreed to be his date. We haven’t even left yet and I’m
already regretting my decision. I look at myself in the mirror one last time,
filling my body with false confidence. My dark hair is curled, and pinned up
just above my nape. Loose tendrils frame my face and expose the skin on my
shoulders. My make-up is modest, with a slight blush on my ivory skin and
nude lips that complement the shimmer of my beige eye shadow.
The black, over-priced dress that hugs my figure is held up by two thin spaghetti straps and dips low at the back.
So low, that Quinn suggested I leave my underwear at home. Admittedly, I
know she’s right. Because this slinky material is doing some amazing things
for my butt. And my breasts. The material in front drapes in the middle of
my cleavage and somehow makes my breasts look bigger. Even I don’t recognize the brunette bombshell staring back at me. She looks stunning. And
confident. I just hope she doesn’t disappear as soon we get to the hotel.
A soft knock at the door makes me look away. “Come in.” I say, looking at
the door as it opens. Quinn’s eyes almost pop out of her head when she sees
me.
Kyler and I have been working together, that’s it. So why would seeing another
woman straddling him like that leave me feeling upset and… Am I jealous?
No, I’m not. I can’t be. He’s my boss.
“Cassey, wait!”
Kylers hand stops the elevator doors from closing and I look up to meet his
blue eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I didn’t mean to interrupt - ”
“No, it’s fine, you weren’t interrupting anything important,” Kyler intercedes.
“It wasn’t what it looked like.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Mr. Knight. Who you’re with and what you
do in the confines of your office is none of my business. I should’ve knocked.”
And now? I hate the way my voice sounds. Like I’m a robot. Instead of getting
myself upset, I’m opting for something better, and emotionless - professionalism. Kyler frowns, no doubt puzzled by me calling him Mr. Knight, and acting
this way. I’ve become comfortable with him, and as distracting as his presence
is at times, I’ve come to enjoy his company. He’s funny, and charming, and
smart. Three things I happen to be dangerously attracted to. I won’t even talk
about his physical attributes that have had me rubbing my thighs together and
my cheeks flushed for over a week.
“What did you want to see me about?“ he asks, his brow furrowed.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I lie. “Turns out I actually didn’t need you after all.”
The look on his hard face reveals his disbelief, but for some reason he doesn’t
push it. He just stares at me.
I need to get out of here, and fast, before I do something completely ridiculous
and cry. Dammit ! I have no reason to cry!
“If that’s all, Mr. Knight, I need to get back to work.” I look down, unable to
keep my eyes on him much longer. I fear that he’ll see through my bullshit.
Without saying a word, Kyler steps back and I see the anger on his face. His
eyebrows are drawn, his eyes are hard and his jew is clenched. The doors close
and his disappears. I breathe out a sigh, relieved to be free of the tension that
was pulsating between Kyler and I moment ago. The only thought running
though my mind right now is what the hell just happened and why am I so upset?
∞
Mr. and Mrs. Blake decided to host their wedding anniversary party at the
Four Seasons Hotel, and invited one hundred of their closest friends and
family to celebrate the milestone in their marriage. I’ve never been to a place
as ‘swanky’ as the Four Seasons and the worry that I won’t fit in nags at the
back of my mind. I’m only going because Quinn kind of begged me. Apparently Drew doesn’t really know anyone else, and after apologizing a thousand
times, I gave in and agreed to be his date. We haven’t even left yet and I’m
already regretting my decision. I look at myself in the mirror one last time,
filling my body with false confidence. My dark hair is curled, and pinned up
just above my nape. Loose tendrils frame my face and expose the skin on my
shoulders. My make-up is modest, with a slight blush on my ivory skin and
nude lips that complement the shimmer of my beige eye shadow.
The black, over-priced dress that hugs my figure is held up by two thin spaghetti straps and dips low at the back.
So low, that Quinn suggested I leave my underwear at home. Admittedly, I
know she’s right. Because this slinky material is doing some amazing things
for my butt. And my breasts. The material in front drapes in the middle of
my cleavage and somehow makes my breasts look bigger. Even I don’t recognize the brunette bombshell staring back at me. She looks stunning. And
confident. I just hope she doesn’t disappear as soon we get to the hotel.
A soft knock at the door makes me look away. “Come in.” I say, looking at
the door as it opens. Quinn’s eyes almost pop out of her head when she sees
me.
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