Page 12 of Falling For Her Boss

Women like Rochelle have hypnotic properties…but not to me, not anymore. She clearly doesn’t understand that when she sits beside me, smiles devilishly, and then tries to run a hand up my leg, no doubt expecting she’s just going to grab my dick through my pants and feel it standing at attention. She’s wrong…very wrong and I pull away immediately so she doesn’t get any ideas.

“You don’t need to look so far to find a thrill. What you’re craving is attention…you don’t need her to give it to you.” Apparently she’s not dissuaded by my obvious resistance to her attempt at an advance.

The old me might have thought she could be right, but only the old part of me that was ruled by my cock. It would have been all too easy to succumb to her charms as she would have stimulated me with her hand, rubbing my dick while running her tongue over her lips like she used to. Key words? Used to. Not anymore. That’s the old me and now that I have something new, something fresh, something right brewing with Isabella…it’s out with the old and in with the new. For good.

With her free hand, she unbuttons her shirt a little more, revealing her white lace bra beneath. Her breasts are large and I could have her right here, right now. I’m not interested in the slightest.

There’s no need to even think about it, as both my heart and my head immediately tell me what needs to be done. Because as it turns out, I don’t want Rochelle at all. Not one bit.

I stand up, knocking Rochelle’s hand away as she makes one last-ditch attempt. I straighten my shirt, avoiding Rochelle’s hungry gaze.

“I’m not doing this,” I tell her sternly. “And I’m looking for a new therapist.”

“Logan…”

“I’ll see you around, Rochelle,” I tell her, heading for the door. I hear her stand up with a disgruntled sniff.

“She won’t give you what you want, you know. If you have her, she will turn into just another meaningless conquest. And if you won’t let her go, she’ll just haunt you forever.”

I turn back with a smile. “I’ll take my chances.”

CHAPTER 9

Isabella

It’s been three days since I found out Logan was in a car accident, and I’m still reeling from the news. Our meeting has of course been postponed indefinitely, but that’s the last thing on my mind. I haven’t had any news on how he is at all, and I’m seriously worried about the state he’s in. I’ve tried asking every single colleague on my floor if they’ve heard anything about him, but they all gave me the same answer…they have no clue either.

“Look, honey, let it go,” one of Logan’s employees, Bret, tells me. “We would know if he’d croaked. He’s going to be fine, but his recovery is none of our business. He’s our boss, not our friend. Don’t stick your nose in where you’re not welcome.”

But none of them understand. I know that it might partially be my fault. I was the reason him and Joshua fought. That’s why he started drinking. That’s why he went out recklessly in his car and caused himself harm. And to think, the one thing I was concerned with was getting myself off in an office bathroom. What was I thinking?

I’m blushing at the thought. The news that Logan was in a crash brought me to my senses, in a way. I realized I was being just as reckless as he was. Is that what we’re doing to one another, indirectly? Driving each other wild? Does he feel the same desire that I do, the same stirring inside me each time I hear his name or see his face? Or am I overthinking this? Perhaps he hasn’t thought of me once since our meal together. Maybe to him, I’m just another spectator in his life. It’s like he’s a celebrity appeasing a fan by giving me the time of day. Would I be anything to him if my brother wasn’t related to me?

There are too many questions and not enough answers, but I don’t want to settle for that. Everyone has told me that I need to back off, but I can’t help being curious about Logan’s wellbeing. I’ve already tried everything to find out if he’s okay.

“You need to speak to him! He’s your best friend!” I cried down the phone to Joshua when I found out it happened. He had simply sighed at me, as though the scenario was far too complicated for me to understand.

“I’m not talking to him. I’m sure he’s fine,” Joshua had said before hanging up the phone on me. So my brother was a dead end in terms of information. There is only one thing left to try.

I’m going to his apartment. I know it’s crazy. I know it’s super unprofessional, especially as I got his address from Joshua’s home office a while back. But my curiosity is taking over, clearly getting the best of me. I need to know what’s happening, even if it means throwing caution to the wind once again.

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