THE BOSS' KISS

Sofia's hands trembled as she sorted through the documents on Ethan's desk, trying her hardest to ignore the weight of his gaze. His eyes hadn't left her since she walked into the office that morning, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken every time he moved in his chair. His powerful presence made it hard to breathe, let alone concentrate. Like always, she tried to shake it off, but the heat kept burning her. Even with the distance between them, it felt like there was really no distance between them. He felt so close.

 

Ethan sank into his leather chair, his expression indecipherable. "Sofia," his voice was deep, almost a growl, cutting through the silence of the room. "Are you sure you are working on the files, or do you have a special file in your mind that you are trying to work on?"

 

Her hands froze on the papers, but she didn't look up. How could she? The man knew she was not herself. The man could tell how much effect he had on her. "I don't know what you mean, sir." She mumbled faintly, swallowing hard. It wasn't the best lie, but it was the only thing she could think of at that moment under his challenging gaze and intoxicating allure.

 

How old was she again?

25? yeah.

Her class? Below average. Ethan was like a star in the sky to a mole on Earth. Something she was not supposed to even dream of. Yet, she dared to dream.

 

Sofia Rogers was just a poor girl trying to make ends meet for survival. And him, Ethan B. Montereal, was like the high heaven to earth. Way beyond her league and class. He was something she was not supposed to be dreaming of. But there she was, shamelessly and helplessly drowning in him in ways she could not have imagined. Her nights were filled with nothing but dark fantasies of her strikingly hot boss. A poor, naive, 25-year-old girl, falling for her 32-year-old billionaire boss, someone who had acquired it all in life while she was still struggling to get the nothing that she had in her account. She was a perfect example of invalid dreaming. Or aiming higher than you should, because there was absolutely no common ground for her and the famous billionaire Ethan Montereal. The man was even engaged to some goddess of his social status, and that closed all the tiny chances of poor Sofia touching the star. And, hadn't she sworn never to love again?

 

"Don't you dare play games with me." Ethan stood, moving around his desk with slow, deliberate steps. He came to a stop beside her, the heat of his body radiating off him in waves. "Look at me," he ordered. His sweet, heavy tone always rang with authority to her, and every time, she would obey.

 

Sofia's pulse raced as she obeyed her master, the man who was turning her into a slave of feelings. She had spent countless nights trying to suppress the feelings that had been growing inside her for months. She had wanted so much to convince herself at first that what she felt for him was just admiration for his work ethic, nothing more. But now, as days flew by, she had to face the bittersweet truth. And whenever he stood so close to her like that, his scent filling the air around her, the truth weighed on her threefold. She wanted him not as her boss, but in a way that defied ethics and boundaries.

 

She turned, her eyes finally meeting his. The tension between them was electric, so thick it was almost suffocating. His dark eyes searched hers, as if daring her to deny what they both knew was happening between them.

 

"What if I tell you that you can live that dream in your head?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. "You crave for your boss? You can have him. The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?"

 

Sofia swallowed hard, her throat dry. She couldn't do this. Not with him. He was her boss, and crossing that line would be disastrous. Yet, as his hand brushed her ear, a shiver of excitement shot through her, making her body betray her mind.

 

He moved his hand on the bare, sensitive skin of her neck, as if aware of what he was arousing in her. He drew something with his fingertips on her delicate skin, making her eyes slam shut as she melted. "I have been watching you. I know you have been craving for this, right?" His voice came just above a whisper, its warmth burning her face.

 

 

She could feel him leaning in and in until his lips touched hers seductively. She snapped her eyes open, snatching her wobbling self from him. "This is wrong," she whispered, but even to her own ears, the words sounded weak.

 

He smirked in a letdown, as if he was dying for that moment when his lips would crash on hers. He bridged the gap once again, cupping her face. "It is. That, I concur?" Ethan's fingers trailed down to her arm, making her skin tingle.

 

He continued to study her face for a long moment before speaking again, "But yet, you dared to dream about it. And I don't have a problem with it at all, sweet Sofia! The question is, " His left hand dropped to her chin, pushing it up and aligning their faces. Their eyes locked as he spoke, "Can you handle this boss?"

 

His words sent a flood of heat rushing through her. Her breath hitched as his hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She felt the firmness of his body against hers, the raw desire in his eyes mirroring her own.

 

"Ethan..." she breathed, her resistance disintegrating with every passing second.

 

He didn't give her time to speak. His lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was both fierce and possessive. Sofia's body responded before her mind could catch up, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, pouring every bit of the pent-up desire she had been suppressing into that one moment.

 

Ethan's hands roamed her body, his touch igniting flames everywhere he touched. She moaned softly against his mouth, and he took that as permission to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a sensual dance that left her breathless.

 

It was dangerous. It was forbidden. There was a higher price for her to pay for letting her desires win over her sanity. But all her fears and worries flew out through the window as she got lost in the intensity of her boss' kiss.