Page 10 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

Our hands are everywhere, exploring, cataloging, our clothes seeming to melt away as we yield to the heat between us. It's only when our hands brush against the cold concrete wall that we both freeze, reality crashing down around us like unrelenting rain.

I pull away, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my ears. "Zander, we...we shouldn't have done that." I can't meet his eyes, and I know my cheeks are aflame.

"Why not?" he growls, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "You felt as good in my arms as I did having you in them."

"Because...because we work together, and...and it's inappropriate." I can hear the desperation in my voice, but I can't seem to stop myself from making excuses.

Zander's laugh is harsh, bouncing off the walls of our dark sanctuary. "Inappropriate? Chrissy, I’m the damn boss, and I don’t give a fuck. It’s not like you’re going to get fired. I won’t allow it."

He's right, of course. But I can't admit that out loud, not to him, not when everything is so raw and vulnerable between us.

"But that’s just it, Zander! People find out about us, and all my hard work is undermined. I’ll become the girl who slepther way to the top. Please, we have to forget about all this." I gather my composure, straightening my clothes and wiping the remnants of our passion from my lips, though my voice sounds unconvincing even to my own ears.

"Can we?" His voice is dangerously soft, sending shivers down my spine. "I don't think I can forget the way you felt in my arms, the way you taste...I've waited too long for this, Chrissy. I'm not giving you up now."

The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel myself wavering. "Zander, we can't...it's...it's just...so..."

"Wrong?" his voice is an angry growl in my ear as he steps closer, his warmth enveloping me once again. "I don't know about you, but that felt pretty damn right to me." His fingers brush against my cheek, sending electricity through my veins. “Don’t you ever say that we’re wrong, Chrissy. Nothing is this fucking world is more right.”

I step back abruptly, my chest heaving with the effort to regain control. "No, Zander. We can't do this. Not here, not now."

Zander's eyes flash with frustration, his jaw clenching as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. "Why not, Chrissy? Why can't we just give in to what we both want?"

"Because it's not that simple!" I snap, my voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion. "I have worked too hard to get where I am, and I won't risk it all for a fleeting moment of passion."

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming in the intimate space. "Who says it has to be fleeting? Chrissy, I want more than just a moment with you."

I close my eyes, fighting the temptation to melt into his arms and forget the world outside. But the nagging voice of reason persists, reminding me of the potential consequences.

"I can't, Zander. Please, don't make this harder than it already is." My words are a whispered plea, a desperate attempt to hold onto the last shreds of my resolve.

Zander’s chest heaves up and down, and he looks like an overheated bull that’s about to gore someone.

He finally steps back, the cool night air rushing between us like a physical barrier. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling chilled to the bone.

"I should go," I murmur, turning to leave before I can change my mind.

As I walk away, I feel Zander's gaze burning into my back, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. My heart aches with each step, torn between the desire to turn back and the knowledge that I must keep moving forward.

The journey home passes in a blur, my mind replaying the events of the evening in an endless loop. By the time I reach my apartment, I'm exhausted, emotionally drained, and more confused than ever.

I sink onto my couch, burying my face in my hands as the tears finally come. I'm angry at myself for letting things go this far, angry at Zander for making me feel things I've tried so hard to suppress.

But beneath the anger is a yearning so deep it takes my breath away. I want Zander with every fiber of my being, even as I know that pursuing this relationship could be my undoing.

As I sit in the darkness, the weight of my decision pressing down on me, I realize that I can't keep running from my feelings. I need to set clear boundaries, to make Zander understand that our professional lives must remain separate from any personal connection we may share.

But even as I make this resolution, I know that my heart isn't fully on board. Because no matter how hard I try to fight it,Zander has already claimed a piece of my soul that I fear I may never get back.

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?. . .?

Zander

I knock firmlyon Chrissy's apartment door, my heart pounding in rhythm with my fist. The cool night air does little to calm the heat simmering beneath my skin. I need to see her.Now.

The door swings open and there she stands, her hazel eyes wide with surprise. "Zander? What are you doing here?"

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