Page 2 of Falling For Her Boss

She stands nervously, her hands clasped in front of her as she shifts from foot to foot. She still can’t even look me in the eye. I fold my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. Whatever she has to say, I’m willing to listen. Even if just to hear her pretty voice again.

She takes a deep breath, her breasts heaving as she does so, straining against the cloth of her shirt.

“You need a woman’s touch,” she says simply.

In more ways than one, I think to myself. I force my eyes to return to her face. She bites her plump lip, unsure whether to continue. I nod to her and she clears her throat anxiously.

“Ladies want very different things compared to men. Makeup makes them feel empowered,” Isabella says softly. “Do some market research and ask what appeals to them.”

“Well, they do say it’s impossible to read a woman’s mind,” I reply. The men in the room laugh while she blushes prettily. I smile at her. I don’t want to scare her off now. Not when she is finally showing that she’s more than just a pretty face. I want to hear what she has to say.

“You seem to know what you’re talking about…perhaps you can help us. We need to reach our target audience to find out what they think. Do you think you could give some insight to start us off?”

She looks like a deer caught in headlights. She twiddles with her blonde hair for a moment, clearly nervous around me. But I can see curiosity in those innocent eyes of hers. She wants to explore this option as much as I do. I can feel the magnetism between us, pulling her slowly closer to me and my offer. Maybe it’s just my imagination. Maybe I’m feeling what I want to feel. But I know I’ve given her an offer she won’t refuse.

“Yes,” she breathes.

CHAPTER 2

Isabella

I can barely believe it. This morning, I flourished like a flower out of the blue. I felt like a brand new woman for a few minutes. Who was that confident girl who was happy to stand in front of a room full of men and share her ideas? Surely it couldn’t have been little old me?

Whoever possessed me for those five minutes in Logan Haynes’ meeting has gone now. It’s nearing the end of the day, and I’m meeting my brother, Joshua, for dinner, as soon as I finish up. He’s picking me up from work, so no doubt he will see Logan too. That’s the last thing I want. What if he tells him about my moment of madness in the office? I mean, who do I think I am? I’m just an assistant, not a designer, or a businesswoman, or anything. I’m supposed to blend into the background. But Logan makes me feel so seen. I see him looking at me all of the time, so how am I meant to ignore that? I might keep my distance, keep my head down, keep quiet, but it doesn’t mean I don’t sense the chemistry in the air.

I sit rigid at my desk. Somewhere in this building, Logan is living and breathing. Just the thought of his existence gets me hot under the collar. Am I blushing? Am I sweating a little in anticipation? I think I am. He’s all I can think about since this morning. Am I on his mind too? Part of me hopes so. The other part of me fears that hope. A man like him is bad for me. He’s sexy, confident, and outgoing. Each trait of his is opposite to mine. I might want him, but he would ruin me, body and soul.

Pull yourself together, I tell myself. Five minutes more and you can head out with Joshua.

For my final five minutes, I sip water and try to think of anything, but my boss. I feel like a total disgrace. How can I be getting so distracted? It’s not as though my job is demanding. I answer phones, I file paperwork, I make coffee. It should be simple. And yet, my whole day has been consumed by anything, but work.

Finally, the clock strikes five. I have no plans to stick around for longer than I need to. I rush to the bathroom to change. I try to dress modestly for work, preferring to remain professional, but Joshua is taking me someplace fancy. I need to look my best. I change into a black dress that hugs my curves and slick on some red lipstick. I run my fingers through my hair like a comb, looking at myself critically in the mirror. Is this outfit too much? Do I look promiscuous? I blush to myself. I wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea. I’ve only shared two kisses in my life, both of them barely worth mentioning. Sex is a whole new thing entirely to me. Do I look desperate? Do I look like I want it?

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