Chapter 6: Bossalicious Bad Boy: Chapter 6

I stand in my dimly-lit office, the city’s skyline stretching out before me like a shimmering ocean of lights. The weight of the day’s decisions still heavy on my shoulders, I turn to face Clara, her eyes reflecting the glimmer of the city outside.

‘You said you wanted to talk about the proposal for the new project?’

“Right.’ She sucks in a breath.

My heart races as I struggle to suppress the urge to reach out and touch her. Clara’s eyes meet mine, and a jolt of desire courses through me, an impulse that I can’t quite quell. I take in every detail of her face, the curve of her lips, the arch of her eyebrows, and the intensity of her gaze.

‘Alright…Alex,’ she tries again, ‘I just wanted to discuss some changes that might improve the overall efficiency of the project.’ As she speaks, her passion for her work shines through, and I can’t help but be drawn to her enthusiasm.

‘Go ahead,’ I encourage her, my eyes locked onto hers. It feels as though there’s an electric current running between us, intensifying with every word exchanged.

‘Thanks,’ she replies, launching into a detailed explanation of her proposed adjustments. She’s incredibly sharp, and I find myself both impressed and captivated by her intellect.

But as she talks, I can’t help but let my thoughts drift back to the undeniable connection I feel with her. My pulse quickens as I imagine what it would be like to pull her closer, to taste her lips, to hear her sigh my name…

‘Alex?’ Her voice breaks me from my reverie, and I realize that I’ve been staring at her, lost in my desires.

‘Sorry.’ I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. ‘Please, continue.’

‘Are you okay?’ she asks, genuine concern coloring her words. And that, that earnest care for my well-being, is what finally pushes me over the edge.

In one swift movement, driven by a powerful cocktail of attraction and impulsivity, I close the remaining distance between us, my hands finding their way to her waist. Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise.

‘Alex, what are you doing?’ she whispers, her voice trembling. But even as she questions my actions, I can tell that she’s not entirely opposed to the idea.

‘Something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met you,’ I confess, leaning in, our lips mere inches apart. Her eyes flicker down to my mouth before darting back up to meet my gaze, uncertainty and desire warring within her.

‘Please,’ I breathe, ‘tell me if you don’t want this.’

‘Oh,’ she whispers, but she doesn’t pull away. And so, with my heart pounding in my chest, I close the final gap between us, allowing my desires to take control for once in my life.

The kiss is like a wildfire, consuming every ounce of restraint I possess. It’s deep and passionate, Clara’s lips dancing with mine in an intoxicating rhythm. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer, and for a brief moment, she responds with equal fervor. Our breaths mingle, the heat between us crackling like an electrical current.

‘Alex…’ she murmurs into the kiss, her fingers curling into my shirt. For a moment, I think she’s surrendering to her desires as well, but then her hands push against my chest, breaking our connection.

I watch Clara’s eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of hesitation and discomfort flashing across her face. Her body tenses, as if she’s struggling to decide whether to lean into the kiss or pull away. In that moment, I realize the weight of my actions — the impulsive decision to cross a line we both knew was there.

‘No, Alexander, stop,’ she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. It’s clear she’s determined to maintain boundaries between us, prioritizing professionalism over the undeniable spark we share.

‘Clara, I…’ I begin, but she cuts me off with a shake of her head.

‘Please, don’t say anything. This isn’t right.’ Her words are like ice against my skin, chilling any warmth that had bloomed between us.

I nod, swallowing hard as the reality of the situation sinks in. My hands clench into fists at my sides, frustration coursing through me. How could I have been so reckless, allowing my feelings to override my judgment?

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide and vulnerable. ‘We can’t do this.’

I try to catch my breath, my pulse racing with a mixture of desire and adrenaline. ‘Clara, I—’

‘Alex, I’m your employee,’ she interrupts, her voice wavering between conviction and temptation. ‘This isn’t professional, and we both know it.’

As the silence stretches between us, I become acutely aware of the pounding of my heart, the way my breath catches in my throat. What has this moment done to our friendship? Can we move past it and repair what’s been broken? Or have I forever tarnished something I valued above all else?

My jaw clenches as frustration and disappointment grip me, my eyes narrowing at the loss of what could have been. I try to keep my breathing steady, but I can’t help the ragged breath that escapes me.

‘You’re right,’ I say through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain my composure. ‘I’ll respect your decision.’

‘Thank you,’ she replies, her voice barely a whisper. She looks away from me, and I can see the turmoil in her eyes as she struggles with her own emotions.

‘Take the rest of the day off,’ I tell her, trying to give her some space to process everything that’s happened. ‘We’ll figure this out later.’

‘Alright,’ she agrees quietly, still not meeting my gaze. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Alexander.’

And with that, Clara turns on her heel and walks away from me, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor.

As she exits my office, I watch her go, my heart aching with a mixture of regret and longing. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving me alone with only my thoughts and the dim light of my office for company.

‘Damn it,’ I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

Why did I let my desires get the best of me? How am I going to fix this mess?

Only time will tell, but right now, all I can do is sit in the deafening silence and reflect on the consequences of my impulsive actions.

The door slams shut behind Clara, and I’m left standing in the dimly lit office, her absence leaving a cold void in the room. My chest tightens as the weight of my actions presses down on me.

‘God, what have I done?’ I mutter to myself, leaning against my desk for support. The polished wood feels cool beneath my fingertips, grounding me as I struggle to make sense of everything.

My jaw clenches as I recall Clara’s expression – a mixture of hurt and confusion that cuts deeper than any blade. I can still feel the ghost of her warmth from when our bodies were pressed so close together, but now it feels like miles separate us, not just the closed door.

‘Get it together, Alex,’ I tell myself, trying to shake off the regret that threatens to consume me. My eyes dart around the room, fixating on the scattered papers and the ticking clock, anything to distract me from the sinking feeling in my gut.

‘Actions have consequences,’ I remind myself, my voice edged with bitterness. For all my success, I’ve never been good at controlling my impulses, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. The words taste like ashes in my mouth, a bitter reminder of the line I crossed. How could I expect her to trust me now?

I spend hours in my office after that, getting no real work done. Instead, all I can think of is Clara, of how she tasted.

There has to be a way to make things right, to show her that this won’t happen again.

My mind races through a million different scenarios, each more hopeless than the last. But even as despair threatens to take hold, I refuse to give up. Clara means too much to me – our friendship, our working relationship – everything hangs in the balance.

‘Time to face the music,’ I say with a sigh, steeling myself for the difficult conversations and apologies that lie ahead. And as I step forward, my determination to make amends fuels me with every stride.

My heart is a stampede of wild horses as I stand alone in the dimly lit office, feeling the cold chill of rejection pierce my chest. The lingering scent of Clara’s perfume taunts me, a cruel reminder of the intimate moment we just shared, and the line I crossed. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and despair.

‘Damn it,’ I mutter under my breath, running my fingers through my hair with agitation. I can’t shake off the sensation of her lips against mine, the way she responded before reality came crashing down. I know I messed up; I let my desire for her overpower reason and professionalism.

‘Get a grip, Alex,’ I tell myself, trying to regain control. I need to think this through, understand the consequences of what I’ve done, and figure out how to mend our relationship – both professional and personal.

As I pace back and forth across the room, my thoughts race at the speed of light. How could I have been so stupid? So reckless? Clara is my employee, for God’s sake, and I’ve jeopardized everything we’ve built together.