Page 21 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

But for now, I find myself caught in the in-between, the perilous realm where friendship intertwines with desire, and the future remains uncertain. All I can do is navigate this treacherous path, mindful of the risks and the potential rewards, and hope that in the end, we can find a way to preserve what matters most; our bond, whether as friends or something more.

Rubbing my hands together, I dip my hands into my pocket and make my way toward the large theater sprawled across the street. A few days ago, Blair had causally mentioned her love for the opera while we ate lunch together in the company cafeteria.

I had taken in every word, marveling at the passion in her eyes as she spoke about her love for it while ignoring the stares of my other employees. It’s been weeks since Blair and I started eating lunch together at the cafeteria, yet none of them seem to have gotten over it.

I can only imagine the kind of rumors swirling among them. I once asked Blair how she felt about them, and she had merely shrugged, saying she didn’t care. Her response put a smile on my face.

Two days later, I sent Blair an invitation to an opera, letting her know that I had a private box at the theater and she could join me if she wanted. The squeal that pierced my ears through the phone after that was enough confirmation of her eagerness.

As I enter the grand theater, my eyes scan the sea of elegantly dressed individuals, searching for a glimpse of her. And then, amidst the crowd, I see her. My breath catches in my throat, and time seems to stand still momentarily.

There she stands, radiant and captivating, like a vision in the midst of the opulent surroundings. The soft, ethereal glow of the chandeliers illuminates her figure, casting a delicate halo around her silhouette. Her blue dress, a mesmerizing shade that mirrors the depths of the ocean just like her eyes, drapes gracefully against her curves, hinting at the allure that lies beneath.

As the fabric cascades down her slender form, it shimmers with each step she takes, catching the light and captivating my gaze. The dress, a testament to her impeccable taste and style, accentuates her every movement, embracing her with a subtle elegance that demands attention.

Her golden hair, elegantly styled, cascades down in loose waves, framing her face with effortless grace. Her eyes, sparkling like sapphires, meet mine, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips, a smile that speaks of anticipation and shared excitement for the evening that lies ahead.

Her presence commands attention, drawing the gazes of those around her, yet she carries herself with a natural poise that sets her apart. It's as if she's stepped out of a painting, a muse transported from another era, her beauty transcending time.

I realize the true extent of my attraction to her. It's not just the external beauty that captivates me, but the depth of her spirit, the intelligence that shines in her eyes, and the way she effortlessly captivates everyone around her.

As I approach her, a surge of anticipation courses through my veins, and I can't help but feel a sense of privilege to have her by my side. This evening promises an enchanting journey through music and emotions, but it is her presence, her radiance, that truly steals the show.

“Hey,” she says when we’re finally standing in front of each other, ducking her head.

Her shy demeanor causes me to raise a curious brow. She has been anything but shy since she and I decided to explore a friendship, yet being here together is different.

“You look…” I gulp, not enough words in the world can capture how insanely beautiful she is. “… stunning.” I eventually settle for the one that pops into my head.

Blair beams up at me and then lets her eyes roam the length of my body before returning to my face. “You clean up good too, Alexander.” Her eyes twinkle. “In fact, I think this is the first time I’m seeing you wear any hint of color other than black,” she observes.

I shrug. She had teased me about always wearing black a few days ago when I drove her home, and that particular conversation had indeed influenced my choice of outfit tonight. I had opted for a gray suit instead of my usual black, smiling to myself in my closet as I got dressed a few minutes ago.

“Come on; I think it’s starting,” I tell her and watch as she practically bounces from the anticipation.

Together, we will immerse ourselves in the world of the opera, exploring the depths of human emotion and the power of art. But as I take her hand in mine, leading her toward our seats, I can't help but wonder if this evening holds the potential for something more, a connection that transcends the beauty of the music as our hearts dance to their own rhythm.

With her by my side, resplendent in her blue dress, I am filled with a sense of wonder, ready to embark on an enchanting journey, one that may lead to an even deeper connection, one that may forever alter the course of our lives.

As the captivating melodies fill the opera house, with Blair and I seated next to each other, I find myself watching the performance through her eyes. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, and the flickering stage lights cast a soft glow on our faces.

A mischievous grin spreads across my lips as I turn to her, ready to engage in our customary banter. “Are those tears I see in your eyes, Miss Osbourne?” I tease, and she glares at me, hitting my arm gently.

“Shut up,” she mumbles, wiping off the stray tear that is indeed trailing down her cheek from the emotional performance on stage. “How are you not tearing up? Oh, I know, you’re made of stone,” she whisper-yells, and I snort.

Leaning in slightly, I whisper, "Have you ever considered a career on the opera stage? I'm sure your voice would rival the sopranos." I already know that the opposite is the case.

After inviting Blair to the opera, I had caught on several occasions singing to herself back at the office. And while her speaking voice does sound musical, Blair can’t carry a tune to save her life.

Even now, she had been singing along with the performers beneath her breath but loud enough that I could hear every word.

Blair's eyes widen in mock surprise, and a playful glint dances within them. "Oh, please! My singing voice would shatter every glass within a ten-mile radius," she retorts, feigning a look of mock horror. "I'll stick to appreciating the talent from the comfort of my seat; thank you very much."

I chuckle, unable to suppress my amusement. "Fair enough, my friend. But I must say, your enthusiasm during the high notes would make even the most seasoned diva jealous."

Her laughter fills the air, earning us a few disapproving glances from the others around us, and she playfully nudges my arm. "Well, someone has to provide the much-needed audience participation, don't they? I wouldn't want the performers to feel like they're singing to an empty theater."

I raise an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Ah, so you're saying your vocal contributions are a service to the arts, then?"

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