Page 14 of Filthy Boss

CHAP 8 MILLY

I stopped rubbing the stinging in my thigh.“Were you looking for me?” I asked.The hallway was so tiny, and he dominated the cramped space with his physical presence. I felt a claustrophobic tightness in my throat, in my blood. If he came any nearer, if he touched me, even with a fingertip I might lose it.

“You should be wearing something with more protection. Something more professional. Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine. I-“

He grabbed a chair and placed it behind me, “Sit.”

I did as he told me. In my chest, my heart clashed like cymbals, the sound echoing through my blood. Up close and personal to the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

“I’ll be right back.” He was back in a few minutes with an icepack. “I don’t know what helps bruises like that. Someone said witch hazel, so I sent security out to find some.”

“That’s not necessary I–“

“Sit down.” He ordered.

My pulse wasgoing haywire. “Yes, boss.” My smile is a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

He looked at me through his dark lashes, his eyes gleaming. “Good. Sit and sort these files out for me. The last three months accounting figures.”

I nodded.Don’t fuck this up, I tell myself.

“What was that box you were carrying?”

“Just things from my old office- to bring home later.”

“Security can pack that up too.”

“No. Not security.” I blushed at security packing up my books and whatever else I may have forgot down there.

He puts a scowl on and walks to his office.

What happened to the flirtatious guy from yesterday?

This is not what I had in mind. He’s barely even looking at me. I sigh and settle down to sort through the boxes. Occasionally I get the smell of lavender wafting my way, and he’s walking by to another office or the elevators. The whole place is empty and he’s acting like I’m not even here.

Get a grip. This is an office. He’s working.

Still, I swear I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move, but pretending not to.

He won’t make eye contact and he won’t just come over and stand near me. I take the armful of accounting files from the first box and enter his office. His suit jacket is off, the shirt cuffs rolled slightly up his sleeves exposing a muscular forearm.

“Leave them in the chair please,” he says without looking up. This is as far as from what I imagined as it could be. I’d be better off sitting in my office alone. It’s enough to drive me crazy.

“Milly-“

“Yes boss?Need me to type anything?”

“I’m just planning it out now. Can I ask you a favor Milly?”

“Anything.”

“I’m not going to have anything ready till maybe this evening.”

“You need me to work?”

“I do. Why don’t you take the afternoon off and meet me tonight?”

“Here?”

“Not here. I’ll get a room at the Ritz- it’s what we usually do- for security.”

“Anything you say boss.”

At the elevator, my box of office things was empty- transferred to one of those briefcases with a telescoping handle and wheels. My heart clashed through my chest as I saw my books packed on top.

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