Page 11 of Falling For Her Boss

“Well, that’s what I’m here for,” Rochelle says, standing over me and bending to pass me my water. As she does, I get an eyeful of her ample breasts, revealed to me through her blouse. I don’t get erect though, or feel anything for that matter. I suspect she put me in this position deliberately, and if she wanted to turn me on, her plan definitely failed. I’m only interested in Isabella, after all, and I’m not here for her. Isabella is the one haunting me in my waking hours and in my dreams. I clear my throat as I take the water and Rochelle withdraws, sitting in her chair and studying me with her seductive gaze.

“Well, tell me what’s going on with you. How did this happen?”

I sigh. “I went for dinner with my best friend and his little sister. She also happens to be my assistant…”

Rochelle’s sigh is quiet but audible.

“I know where this is going. You’re attracted to her, right? Because she’s forbidden fruit, isn’t she? You do have a tendency to…pursue girls that you shouldn’t. When you first came to me, it was to discuss Maeve, remember?”

I can’t help blushing. I know what Rochelle is thinking. She thinks I have a thing for sleeping with my assistants, which definitely isn’t the case. It’s simply a coincidence that Maeve and Isabella have both worked for me. I suddenly feel over analyzed, especially now that Rochelle is giving me a look that says I-know-you-better-than-you-know-yourself.

“You know, it’s normal to be attracted to those of a…lower status than you. In the workplace, you’re her superior, so I guess you feel dominant over her?”

“That’s not what this is,” I insist, but I can feel my cheeks reddening. Isn’t it true that in all of my fantasies, I have the upper hand? Isn’t it true that she brings out the dirtiest desires in me, and almost all of them involve fucking her in my office? It might seem like I have a thing for my assistants, but I only have ‘a thing’ for Isabella…and it’s a whole helluva lot more than just ‘a thing’.

“Look, I know how it seems. But Maeve…she was disposable to me. I never wanted to be with her. She was just a very forward woman who wanted to have sex with me. And I was game at the time. This is different.”

“Different how, exactly?”

“Because I want her,” I blurt. “Not just for a night. I want to be with her.”

“Don’t you think the danger element is what’s driving you? That you’re looking for excitement in your life to depart you from the ordinary?” Rochelle says, looking more unimpressed with each passing second. When I turned up at her door, I guess she was expecting something a lot more sexually charged, not me talking to her about another woman. “Go back to the night of your dinner. You said you were in a car accident. Walk me through the scene. Were you joyriding?”

“I guess you could call it that. I got really drunk. I argued with my friend about his sister. He thinks I’m pursuing her.”

“And are you?”

“I wish I was, but I do have some boundaries,” I mutter. “But I wanted to forget it. I guess I wanted to forget about her too. But it didn’t help. And then I got in my car and drove fast and hard. I was lucky to make it out alive.”

“Such a bad boy these days,” Rochelle says, tutting in a teasing manner. Totally unprofessional, but I guess nothing about my relationship with her has ever stuck to social boundaries. “I think you’re going to be fine. It sounds like a one-off matter.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so…the crazy thing is that even though I totaled my car and hurt myself pretty badly…my first thoughts when I woke up in the hospital were about her. Is that…surely that means something?”

“It means you’re crazy. But we already knew that, right?”

“Rochelle…”

“Fine. I think you’re getting restless because you’re finding life to be tedious,” Rochelle says in a tone that indicates that I might not be the only one who is bored. “You got drunk, got in your car, speeding and crashed. You were searching for that feeling that’s given to you when a rush of dopamine goes to your brain. It’s not uncommon, especially for a man of status. You have everything you could possibly want, and yet you think something is missing. You’re used to acquiring everything you want and need, so when there’s nothing left to gather, you long for that rush. It explains the want for sex with a younger woman, one who is off limits. It explains the random drinking and reckless behavior. It’s simple, really.” Rochelle stands up, sashaying her way toward me. Her hips sway and she wants me to watch them, like a pendulum, but I have no desire for anyone but Isabella. She’s supposed to understand people, getting paid to do so, but she can’t understand what’s blatantly obvious to me?

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