Welcome to Miami

After we land, instead of going to the hotel, Mr Cross and I went to a club. I glance at my watch to see that it is after three am. The place is loud, hectic and crowded with people well intoxicated, looking to continue their night of fun in someone else's bed.

Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music.

I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes.

One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering.

Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head.

''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear.

The man lets out a loud laugh.

''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.

Moments later, she appears again with two bottles of Ciroc; one coconut flavour and the other French vanilla. While a bartender trails behind her with a few more drinks.

We make our way to a private section. I sit for a while feeling out of place but thought that if I am going to be with Mr Cross, then I might as well get used to this. Just as I reach for the bottle of coconut Ciroc, Mr Cross is reaching for a copper mug. Our hands brush against each other. He pulls back, then gestures for me to go ahead.

I pour myself a drink, then take a big gulp, wincing at the slight bitterness, but the aftertaste of the coconut made it better.

I glance at Mr Cross to see him paying more attention to his phone than what is going on around him. The urge to sneak a peek in his phone is tempting, just to be sure that he doesn't have a girlfriend and embarrass myself. But I fight it off, thinking that girlfriend or not, he will still be mine.

Now downing my fifth glass of Ciroc, I move on to give the Moscow Mule a try but by Mr Cross stops me.

''Careful, I do not recommend mixing your drinks, plus that Ciroc will creep up on you,'' Mr Cross tells me.

His grip on my hand is firm, sending wild thoughts through my mind about the many ways he could dominate me.

He never let go of me until I place the copper mug down. His hand then goes to rest on my thigh, sending shivers up my spine.

''More drinks,'' The female cheered, causing me to jump, coming out of thought.

''Excuse me,'' I said, getting up to use the bathroom.

I immediately sit back down after feeling my head spinning and my vision blurs. I give a smile to the man as he stares at me. I don't know if he is concerned or what, but he never takes his eyes off me, not even when I get up again or look back from where I am at the bathroom door.

I have to grab onto a random girl who is fixing her makeup in the dirty mirror to keep myself steady

''Sorry.'' I tell her, then stagger over to an open stall.

My head swims as I stoop over the toilet, and I let out a relieved sigh at how good it feels to let my bladder go.

As I make my way back over to our section, the man that was staring at me block my path, causing me to stumble and stop.

''What are you to, Leo?'' he ask.

''Excuse me,'' I tell me.

''Are you his girlfriend?''

''That shouldn't be of any concern to you, and I said 'excuse me' so you can move out of my way.''

The man frowns, and I laugh for no reason at all.

Gladly, before he can make a move, Mr Cross comes over to rescue me from the greedy stares of this man.

"It think it is time for us to leave," Mr Cross said, pulling me away roughly by the elbow.

I struggle to keep up with his quick pace, stumbling over my drunken feet as we exit the club and into the warm air of downtown Miami.

I don't know what caused it, it could have been the fast movement or even moving from the cool air to hot air. But whatever it is, I embarrassingly lose the contents of my stomach.

Throwing up all over Mr Cross' shoes and pants legs.

He hands me a handkerchief. There is no presence of malice or hate in his eyes, just something more like concern.

He helps me to the car, then buckles me into the seat. He stares into my eyes and smirks.

"I am going to get you some water. Please don't attempt to leave or drive." He tells me.

I smile up at him.

I remain smiling like an idiot, and even when he gets back, I am still smiling.

Mr Cross passes the open bottle to me, but my hand is weak, which causes the bottle to slip through my fingers.

I stare at the pool of water for a while, then turn scared eyes to my boss. I see him frowning while running a finger across his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry." I let out.

He said nothing as he grips the steering wheel and drives on.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I bleat out.

I know I shouldn't have asked that type of question, but with the alcohol on my system and me wanting this man so badly, I have to ask. I just hope I'm not being too intrusive and get fired.

"No." He answers in a clip tone.

"Why not?" I ask. Hopefully, I’m not pushing it.

"Do you have something in mind?" He asks, then glance at me with a smirk.

I gape at him, not able to get my voice to work and my words to come out.

"Well, maybe when we get back to the hotel then," he replies, then rests a hand on my thigh.

Just like in the club, his touch causes my body to run hot. I couldn't help but rub my legs together. 

Mr Cross removes his hand. I whimper and he laughs at my reaction.

"When we get back to the hotel, maybe we can quench each others thirst and put our curiosity to rest." He said.

I almost moan at the promise, rubbing my legs together again. I don't care if its five am, if he is my boss and that I'm drink, I want him, bad.