was, welcoming her by name.
It was then she saw him take in her condition. Marissa
couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear. After Jack's reaction, she now felt a moment
of panic that her pregnancy would ruin things here, too. But somehow, warmth
still lingered in her new boss' voice when Russell clasped her hand. "I
see congratulations are in order!"
"Thank you." She felt a thrill at his touch
and had to force herself to let go.
"You are your fiancé must be excited."
Being reminded of Jake hurt. But then, she was always
reminded of him. "I am. Jake is... no longer in the picture."
"I see. I'm sorry." Russell did look genuinely
sorry for her sake, and seeing his concern made her heart skip a beat. How
could such an important man be so down to earth and thoughtful?
"It's fine." She forced a smile.
He didn't look as though he believed her, but he was a
gentleman and didn't press. "Let me show you to your desk. I hope you'll
be happy here."
Seeing the earnest hope in his face made her smile again,
this time for real. "I'm sure I will be."
~
Marissa threw herself into her work. It was easy - she
had always been passionate about conservancy, but now she had a new reason to
push herself. She wanted to forget the spring, to forget Jake and the look on
his face when he told her he didn't want to be with her and her child.
Over the next few weeks, it began to dawn on her that
she might have some other reason for working hard.
Her billionaire boss continued to pay special attention
to her, even though she was sure he was a busy man, trying to run both his
company and the non-profit. Yet he seemed to be more often working to save the
forests than trying to make money, and Marissa began to feel like he might be
spending more time in her department particularly than he might have otherwise.
She tried to convince herself she was imagining things,
but every day, Russell dropped by to say hello, even if he was too busy to have
a real conversation. He brought her flowers for Mother's Day and left her
little notes at times when he came by while she was in another desk. Once, one
had a little doodle of her as a superhero fighting to save the forest, and she
laughed until tears came to her eyes.
Those were the good times.
It was hard to admit to herself that she was beginning
to look forward to Russell's visits more so than even her internship - which
she loved. But it was hard not to notice how her heart skipped a beat when he
smiled at her, and when he gently touched her hand. She began to notice him as
a man, and more than anything, that terrified her.
It was embarrassing that she couldn't stop thinking
about him. He was such an important man - he was her boss - but whenever she
met his eyes, she felt a heat growing between them that was hard to deny. At
the office, she forced herself to look away and tried to think of her unborn
child, but at home... at home, sometimes she couldn't help but dream about his
burning gaze, his soft lips, the way his hands would feel around her...
Closing
her eyes, Marissa let her hand drift lower, resting it on her most private
places as she thought about Russell. She remembered the look he had given her
during her presentation that day. Remembering the heat of his gaze made her
quiver all over again. Should she tell him what it was she was thinking?
What
she was thinking...
God.
Marissa felt herself blushing at just the thought. She was only an intern, and
he was a rich and powerful man. He would never be interested in her. No, this
was just a fantasy.
But
in her fantasy, he held her close and whispered sweet things to her. He kissed
her lips, her neck, her breasts, and her belly. He called her child theirs and
promised to be with them always.
It
was as though she could really feel him with her. His tongue on her thigh, his
breath on her panties. And then his fingers pulling back the thin layer of
sheer
It was then she saw him take in her condition. Marissa
couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear. After Jack's reaction, she now felt a moment
of panic that her pregnancy would ruin things here, too. But somehow, warmth
still lingered in her new boss' voice when Russell clasped her hand. "I
see congratulations are in order!"
"Thank you." She felt a thrill at his touch
and had to force herself to let go.
"You are your fiancé must be excited."
Being reminded of Jake hurt. But then, she was always
reminded of him. "I am. Jake is... no longer in the picture."
"I see. I'm sorry." Russell did look genuinely
sorry for her sake, and seeing his concern made her heart skip a beat. How
could such an important man be so down to earth and thoughtful?
"It's fine." She forced a smile.
He didn't look as though he believed her, but he was a
gentleman and didn't press. "Let me show you to your desk. I hope you'll
be happy here."
Seeing the earnest hope in his face made her smile again,
this time for real. "I'm sure I will be."
~
Marissa threw herself into her work. It was easy - she
had always been passionate about conservancy, but now she had a new reason to
push herself. She wanted to forget the spring, to forget Jake and the look on
his face when he told her he didn't want to be with her and her child.
Over the next few weeks, it began to dawn on her that
she might have some other reason for working hard.
Her billionaire boss continued to pay special attention
to her, even though she was sure he was a busy man, trying to run both his
company and the non-profit. Yet he seemed to be more often working to save the
forests than trying to make money, and Marissa began to feel like he might be
spending more time in her department particularly than he might have otherwise.
She tried to convince herself she was imagining things,
but every day, Russell dropped by to say hello, even if he was too busy to have
a real conversation. He brought her flowers for Mother's Day and left her
little notes at times when he came by while she was in another desk. Once, one
had a little doodle of her as a superhero fighting to save the forest, and she
laughed until tears came to her eyes.
Those were the good times.
It was hard to admit to herself that she was beginning
to look forward to Russell's visits more so than even her internship - which
she loved. But it was hard not to notice how her heart skipped a beat when he
smiled at her, and when he gently touched her hand. She began to notice him as
a man, and more than anything, that terrified her.
It was embarrassing that she couldn't stop thinking
about him. He was such an important man - he was her boss - but whenever she
met his eyes, she felt a heat growing between them that was hard to deny. At
the office, she forced herself to look away and tried to think of her unborn
child, but at home... at home, sometimes she couldn't help but dream about his
burning gaze, his soft lips, the way his hands would feel around her...
Closing
her eyes, Marissa let her hand drift lower, resting it on her most private
places as she thought about Russell. She remembered the look he had given her
during her presentation that day. Remembering the heat of his gaze made her
quiver all over again. Should she tell him what it was she was thinking?
What
she was thinking...
God.
Marissa felt herself blushing at just the thought. She was only an intern, and
he was a rich and powerful man. He would never be interested in her. No, this
was just a fantasy.
But
in her fantasy, he held her close and whispered sweet things to her. He kissed
her lips, her neck, her breasts, and her belly. He called her child theirs and
promised to be with them always.
It
was as though she could really feel him with her. His tongue on her thigh, his
breath on her panties. And then his fingers pulling back the thin layer of
sheer
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