Page 42 of Doctor Bossy

“I…followed you one day,” I said, then realized how creepy it sounded. It had been on a day when I noted she looked particularly exhausted as she was about to head home. I barely restrained myself from offering her a ride home, knowing how it might seem. But then, the minute she left, I began to be plagued by thoughts of her fainting from exhaustion on the way home or getting robbed and being unable to escape due to fatigue. It ultimately led me to get her address from HR under the guise of sending her some documents and then heading to her home to check on her.

I hadn’t gone in that day, but her lights were on, which told me she had made it home safe. Only then could I drive away comfortably.

But I couldn’t explain all that to her. I was her boss, and it was highly inappropriate either way to use my position to get access to her. That was borderline predatory behavior and could be grounds for stalking.

But then the answer I gave her wasn’t much better either.

Great idea, Griff. Scare the girl even more.“Listen, if you want me to leave, I will. I won’t blame you if you’re scared of me after that—”

“I’m not scared of you,” she interrupted, sounding almost frustrated. “I’m afraid of what you make me feel but not scaredofyou.”

After she made the statement, her eyes widened as if she did not mean to reveal that much. It had probably just slipped out without her knowledge, and now she seemed to be scrambling for a way to take it back.

“It’s alright,” I said, interrupting her internal panic. “I feel the same way.”

Her eyes popped open even more. “You do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I took a step toward her, unable to help myself. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and her face flushed. “I can’t seem to fucking control myself around you. Ever since that night that you kissed me. Every time I see you, it’s like every thought flies out of my head, and I just can’t think of doing anything except take you. I haven’t felt this way about a woman since….”

I didn’t say it. It felt like a betrayal to even think it, but it was echoing there in my mind anyway, and I knew she had caught the words I hadn’t spoken.

I saw her throat move as she swallowed, as though digesting the words internally. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ears and said, “So…what do we do now?”

That was the question for the ages, wasn’t it?

But for the first time, I had a problem and no fucking clue what to do about it.

I watched her as I tried to figure it out, wondering to myself once more what it was that made this girl so fascinating. She watched me as I watched her—we took each other in simultaneously. Her pulse increased in her throat. Was she feeling what I was feeling, too…this attraction that was pulling us together like two magnets?

My mother used to say that that was how it was when you were in love, like there was that one person who always pulled you in no matter how the rest of the world saw it. For her, that man was my father, a poor farmer from Nebraska who had nothing to his name. Despite her family’s objections, she married him, and neither poverty nor disease could tear them apart. No matter what, they couldn’t seem to stay away from each other, so much so that my mother followed in my father’s footsteps only a few months after he passed away. To this day, no one knows what was wrong with her. I thought maybe their bond was so damn unbreakable that, without him, she simply faded away.

It had been like with Heather and me as well, which was how I knew I would never love another woman. And what I felt for Becca was not love or even comparable to what I felt with Heather.

Still, it was pretty strong.

“What if we have an agreement?” I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol still in my system talking, but the words came out of me, unbidden.

“An agreement?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “What kind of agreement?”

No.

Reason rushed back, and I realized what I had just said.You’re her boss and old enough to be her father, you pervert.

I shook my head. “Never mind. I should go.”

“Wait.” She caught my hand, and I tensed. It took everything in me not to grab her and take her up against the wall, even though it had been mere hours since I last fucked her.

“Explain what you mean,” she insisted.

I turned to face her and then saw in her eyes the same quiet desperation that was coursing through me, the same desire.

She wanted more, too, more of this…whatever it was. I didn’t even know what to call this thing between us, but perhaps that was for the best. Putting a label on things always complicates it.

Seeing her expression sealed it. I could have walked away if it was just me feeling these things, but the fact that she was just as hungry for me as I was for her…

There was no way we could just walk away from this.

But…how exactly would this work if we didn’t? She was an employee, and while I didn’t frown upon employees dating each other, I was aware of the power imbalance if we were to start a relationship. Not to mention she was my son’s ex-fiancée. And, once again, far younger than me.

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