Page 23 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

"Let's hope you never have to find out," he replies, grinning. "Now come on, let's get out of here. We've got work to do tomorrow, and we both know how much you hate being unprepared for meetings."

"Ugh, don't remind me," I groan, getting to my feet. The sound of barstools scraping against the floor fills my ears as we make our way to the door, stepping out into the night and leaving the warm glow of the pub behind us. As we head home, I feel the weight on my shoulders lightening with every step, replaced by a newfound resolve to make things right with Clara, no matter what it takes.

11

CLARA

I stare at Alex from across the conference room, trying to focus on the presentation being given. But all I can think about is the way his dark hair falls effortlessly over his forehead and how his eyes have a magnetic intensity that seems to draw me in. I shake my head and remind myself that I'm here as an intern, not to be distracted by my incredibly attractive boss.

"Why don't we take a short break?" Alex suggests, clapping his hands together and rising from his chair. The other employees quickly disperse, snatching up coffee cups and chatting animatedly with their colleagues.

"Clara," Alex calls out, gesturing for me to join him near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. "What do you think of the presentation so far? Any suggestions?"

"Um, it's great," I stammer, feeling my face heat up under his gaze. "Really informative."

"Good," he says, stepping closer. "I value your opinion, you know. You're an asset to this company."

"Thank you, Alex," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest. This proximity isn't helping me maintain my professional distance. "That means a lot."

"Look, I'm just going to say it," Alex says, leaning against the window. "I can tell there's something between us. And I think we should see where it goes."

I bite my lip, torn between my desire to explore this connection and the nagging feeling that I need to assert my independence. I didn't work hard to get here just to fall into a relationship with my boss. "Alex, I appreciate your honesty but... I don't think it's a good idea."

"Is it because I’m your boss?" he asks, his brow furrowing. "Because I assure you, your position here is secure regardless of what happens between us."

"Thank you," I say, taking a deep breath. "But it's not that. It's just... I need to maintain my independence and focus on my career right now. I hope you understand."

"Of course," he replies, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he nods. "I respect your decision, Clara. Just know that my door is always open if you ever change your mind."

"Thank you," I whisper, my heart aching with the weight of my decision. As we return to our seats, I can't help but feel the loss of his warmth, and I wonder if I've made the right choice. With every step away from him, my resolve strengthens, but so does the longing in my chest.

As the presentation resumes, I force myself to concentrate on the slides and take detailed notes, determined not to let my attraction to Alex be a distraction. I need to prove to myself - and everyone else here - that I am a capable, independent woman who can succeed on her own terms. But as I glance at Alex one last time, I can't help but wonder what might have been.

The scent of coffee wafts through the air of the break room as I pour myself a cup of tea, my thoughts still consumed by my decision to distance myself from Alexander. The ceramic mug feels warm in my hands, and I can't help but think about how his touch made me feel.

"Rough morning?" Ruby asks, entering the room with her usual bright smile.

"Something like that," I admit, leaning against the counter. "I've just been thinking about... you know, about Alex."

"Ah, the billionaire playboy," she says, taking a sip of her own steaming coffee. "I heard you two had quite the moment during the presentation."

"Word travels fast." I sigh, remembering the intensity of his gaze before we pulled away from each other. "But it's not what you think. I told him I need to focus on my career and maintain my independence."

"Good for you!" Ruby exclaims, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder. "But Clara, you need to be careful. A guy like that, he won't give up easily. Trust me, I've seen it happen before."

"Really?" I ask, curiosity piqued.

"Yep. And let me tell you, it never ends well. You're smart, talented, and driven – don't let him distract you from your goals. Keep your distance, focus on yourself, and everything will fall into place."

"Thanks, Ruby," I say, feeling grateful for her guidance. She's not only a coworker but a true friend, someone who genuinely cares about my well-being.

"Anytime," she replies, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Now, go kick some ass today!"

Over the next several days, I find myself reflecting on Ruby's advice as I navigate the bustling office. The hum of conversations and clacking of keyboards serve as a constant reminder of the professional world I've chosen to prioritize. Yet, each time I catch a glimpse of Alexander, my resolve wavers.

In the quiet moments alone, I weigh the potential consequences of pursuing something with him against the satisfaction of carving out a successful career for myself. The more I think about it, the more I realize that Ruby was right – I can't allow Alexander to deter me from my goals.

I shift my focus to excel in my internship, tackling projects with renewed determination. My days are filled with meetings, research, and networking events. Despite the whirlwind of activity, I can't shake the lingering thoughts of Alexander and the what-ifs that continue to haunt me.

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