THE BOSS WANTS MORE

Their kissing was cut short by the ringing of the phone. They both let out growls of frustration as they broke the kiss, Sofia rushing to her duties.

 

Her breath was still uneven even after all the efforts she had employed to stabilize it as she picked up the call, "Mr. Montereal's secretary speaking." She took the phone from her ear to get some more breath to stabilize herself. She saw Ethan smirk at her unbalanced self as he walked back to his desk.

 

"This is the reception desk. Please inform the boss that the Vandaal's company president has arrived. He is waiting for him in the meeting chamber." The receptionist spoke.

 

Sofia nodded, gathering the files. "Serve him our usual and let him know that Mr. Montereal will be with him shortly."

 

She dropped the call and spiraled up, almost colliding with Ethan, who met her halfway. She stepped back, creating some distance between them. "You were all over me a minute ago, and now you are shy?" He spoke

 

She cleared her throat, stubbing down the heat that was bubbling within her. His sweet milk and honey taste was still lingering in her mouth, his intoxicating odor leaving her nerves on high alert. "The Vandaal's president, Mr. Munjaal Sha, is waiting in the meeting room. I emailed you all the..."

 

"I am well equipped with everything, Sofia." He cut her off.

 

She felt offended, but she bowed slightly in respect. He was her boss after all. He could talk to her anyhow he wanted. He had the right to cut her off if he found her talk meaningless. "Okay. We should go before..."

 

"You stay here and prepare for the next meeting. I don't need you in there."

 

Damn! That hurt her so much. He didn't need her? Was that how cheap he thought she was? Chewing her lips one minute and disregarding her the next one?

 

His brogues commanding clicks paused at the door. "By the way," he said, turning around to face her. 

She was right there, still ogling his gorgeous back, her body in flames of desire and let down. "Yes, sir? Anything you need, sir?" She asked, wearing her work mood.

 

"You kiss so well," that made her freeze in her spot, sparks crawling under her skin. She felt her face heat up at his mere words. "Be ready to finish what you started. And I hope you can handle it!" With that, he winked and clicked his brogues on the floor again and strode out.

 

Sofia was left frozen. The taste of Ethan lingered on Sofia's lips as she dragged herself back to her desk, heart pounding. Her mind was spinning, caught between guilt and the burning desire still coursing through her veins, Ethan's last words hanging like a cloud in her head. She shivered as she pondered his words. He loved her kissing. He wanted more. And she...

 

"No!"

 

She should have pushed him away. She should have avoided that forbidden kiss. But she stood there and allowed him to kiss her. She had enjoyed it all, and she had been submissive to his satisfaction. And now he wanted more. The dreams that haunted her for nights were now coming true, but she couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

What did he mean those three times that he asked whether she could handle him?

 

She sat down, trying to calm herself, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face-felt his hands on her skin. The memory of his touch sent heat rushing through her again, but she shook her head, fighting it. But his memories and words continued tormenting her. Was there anything about him that she couldn't handle? Well, romantically, she did not see any barrier. But talking status, she frowned. They were heaven and earth.

 

"This can't happen again," she muttered to herself. "It was a mistake."

 

It was a mistake, a mistake she knew very well would happen again and again as long as it was Ethan in question. The man tormented her for so long in her wild dreams. But now she just found out that he was also craving her.

 

"I asked, What can't happen?" a female voice rang, cutting through the silence and summoning Sofia from her wild thoughts.

 

She almost leaped to her feet, but she composed herself and sighed when she saw her friend leaning over her desk. "Seriously? Why would you yell like that? Who told you that I turned deaf overnight?" She quizzed, fixing her color.

 

Liz cocked her head, jerking up from the table and crossing her arms on her chest. "Seriously? Why wouldn't I yell? You are in another realm of your own. Did you even notice me come in? Did you hear me all those three times that I called your name?"

 

She took in a deep breath. Indeed, she had been engrossed because she could not tell when Liz had walked in. She shook her head slightly, trying to shove that obsessing scene of Ethan's lips on hers at the back of her mind but failing miserably. "Sorry. I was thinking about something," she responded.

 

Liz pulled a chair and sat down across her. "Gist me. What got you so absorbed? I mean, the only man who makes you zoon out like this is not around. So what happened?"

 

Yeah, he was not around, but he had left a mark to make sure that she did not forget about him. And even way before that, she always thought about him. Because he was always in his heart. "About..."

 

"Wait," Liz cut her off nicely. "Is that wicked family of yours troubling you? What did they do this time around?"

 

Sofia was born out of wedlock. Since her mother died, her biological father brought her into his family. But Sofia was never loved or welcomed there. She was treated as a mistake that she was from her existence.

 

"No. They have not been up to something lately," she responded.

 

"Yeah. That is because you are feeding them. That is because they are solely dependent on what you are earning. That is because..."

 

"At least I have peace, Liz," she cut her off. "At least they are bothering me. I want to enjoy this as long as it lasts."

 

"Until when?" Liz questions in pity.

 

"Don't worry. I am working on a plan to untangle myself from them. At least I tried to be part of them. It's their loss if they don't want me," she responded.

 

She had been saving up since she got the job a year ago, intending to move out of her toxic family and look for her own space.

 

"Okay. I wish you the best, okay? And about that other problem. What are you going to do about it?" Liz asked, leaning in with a look of mischief.

 

Sofia narrowed her eyes. "I don't have any other problem, Miss Know-it-All! In case you haven't noticed, I still have unattended files that I need to work on for Mr. Montereal's next meeting, which is in an hour. Would you please excuse me?"

 

Liz stood up, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You know, just some friendly advice, bestie." Liz leaned closer, and Sofia cocked her brows. "I think it's high time you accept that this crash you have on this guy is nothing but a waste of time. You know that a lot of things, everything, actually, is a roadblock to what you are dreaming of. You will only end up getting hurt because people like us can't fit in the class of boss Ethan's. So please, you need to let go, most especially now that..."

 

The door startled them as it flew ajar, and the goddess of beauty strode in, her presence felt like a threat to them.