Loving the CEO

Emily

He was going to kiss me, that’s what my mind kept saying over and over before I pulled away. At the moment, I wouldn’t want anything more than to feel his lips on mine and his hard chest pressed against my breast but I couldn’t, I couldn’t risk it. It might lead to something more and I was scared. I couldn’t let what happened to me in high school repeat itself. Adam is a rich bachelor and any girl would have fallen heads over heels from him. So why would he want me? To play with my feelings as he had done with Heather.

Pulling away, my hand accidentally bumped his spilling some of his coffee on his expensive suit. As soon as it happened my hand immediately went over my mouth, and I could feel the fear creeping its way up inside of me. By the expression on his face when he was inspecting his suit, I couldn’t tell if he was angry. “Miss Martinez is everything okay?” he asked after he took his eyes off his suit and was now scanning my face,

“I spoiled your suit,” my voice came out soft, for I was afraid to even speak. A feeling I found to be strange. Even though I had every right to be, I had just ruined a suit that I couldn’t buy with the money I had in my bank account and purse combined.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to worry,” he replied reassuringly.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, confused by the fact he wasn’t angry. I just ruined a five-thousand-dollar suit, well that’s how much I think an Armani is worth.

“Yes, I am sure. Why the change in attitude?” he asked, with eyebrows raised.

“I thought that you were going to fire me for spilling coffee on your shirt.”

“Fire you? Why would I fire you for something so simple?”

“Well, you fired the receptionist because you were upset that she had mistaken me for an interviewee rather than a worker which was a mistake and a misunderstanding and I spilled coffee on your expensive suit that I couldn’t buy.”

“I am not going to fire you for something that was a mistake,” he said after he had doubled over in laughter that he had to hold onto the wall for support.

“So why did you fire that girl?” I challenged him. Find the original chapter at novel‌ceo.com.

“I fired her because she had messed up.”

“I just messed up,” I retorted.

“Okay fine, I will rehire her.” Smiling deviously, I turned and walked away. The mere fact that I had won this mini-battle and I have gotten the girl back to her job, it had made me feel really good. She was fired for a very foolish reason just because of me and it was wrong. I am happy that this whole incident happened. It gave me a reason to let him see what he did was wrong and that the young girl did not mess up on purpose. Walking back into my office, I sat down and stared blankly at the door.

Sitting there my mind just kept wandering, replaying the moment Adam and I had in the doorway of the office. I couldn’t help but wonder and have regrets. Wonder what it would be like kissing him, tasting his lips, sucking and biting on them––and regretting that I didn’t take the chance. I am so afraid of history repeating itself that I can’t let myself go and fall for a guy even if that guy is my boss. The thing is, I am confused. I don’t know if I like Adam or I am falling in love with him or is it just pure lust. I haven’t been attracted to a guy for a long time, and the dormancy was now interrupted by him. A man who was making me crave him and it was scaring the living shit out of me.

Either way, I wasn’t going to acknowledge or act upon my feelings because there could never be anything between us. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I came out of them just in time to hear Adam’s door close. Getting up, I packed up my stuff ready to go when the feeling of guilt washed over me. I felt guilty for messing up his expensive suit and not having the decency to clean it. I was always taught by my parents from when I was a little girl that if I made a mess of things I should clean it up and that was exactly what I was going to do.

Going back downstairs I went inside the kitchen where I poured some cold water on a kitchen cloth. Finding some baking soda, I took it up and made my way back up to his office. Opening the door, I stepped inside without uttering a word. Walking up to him, I bent to his level before I began to rub some of the baking soda onto his suit then using the wet cloth at intervals to remove both the stain and the baking soda.