Page 25 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

"Thank you, Alexander," I reply, touched by his consideration.

"See you tomorrow then. Good night, Clara" he says as he makes his way towards the exit.

"Good night." I watch him leave, pondering over the shift in our relationship. It's as if he's become a different person—someone who truly cares for my well-being above all else. This newfound respect for my boundaries stirs a warm feeling within me, and I can't help but be drawn to this gentler side of Alexander.

But with those feelings comes internal conflict. I've been so focused on maintaining my independence that I hadn't considered the possibility of having a genuine connection with someone like him. Could I trust myself to not lose my sense of self if I let him in?

The office falls silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts. As the night stretches on, I weigh the pros and cons of letting Alexander back into my life. Each moment of contemplation only serves to deepen my uncertainty, leaving me unsure of what to do next.

"Maybe... maybe I should give him a chance," I whisper to myself.

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The next day flies by so fast that it’s time for lunch before I know it.

"Clara," Alexander's voice comes from the doorway.

I glance up to find him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his gaze soft. "Yes?"

He comes close enough that only I can hear him. "Would you like to join me for lunch today? No pressure, just a casual meal between colleagues." He offers a smile, one that reaches his eyes and makes them sparkle.

My heart flutters at the sight, and I struggle to maintain my composure. "Sure, that sounds nice."

"Great," he beams, nodding towards the clock. "We can leave in an hour if that works for you."

"Perfect," I reply, returning to my work as Alexander retreats down the hallway.

As I continue typing, I find my thoughts straying to our upcoming lunch. It's strange how much he's changed since we first met—no longer the overbearing boss, but instead a considerate companion. Despite my initial resistance, I can't help but feel drawn to him.

The hour passes quickly, and before I know it, Alexander is back at my door. "Ready to go?" he asks, extending a hand to help me up from my chair.

"Absolutely," I say, placing my hand in his. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I'm acutely aware of the growing attraction between us.

We walk side by side to the elevator, exchanging small talk about the latest company news and upcoming projects. Every word from his lips has me hanging on, eager for more insight into his life and thoughts.

Our lunch destination is a cozy bistro just around the corner from the office. The atmosphere is relaxed, and we settle into a corner booth, laughter and conversation flowing with ease.

"Clara," Alexander begins, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I want you to know that I truly value your friendship and working relationship. If I've ever made you feel uncomfortable or pressured, I apologize."

I chew on my lip, surprised by his admission. "Thank you, Alexander. I appreciate that."

He reaches across the table, placing his hand over mine. "I hope we can continue to grow closer as friends and colleagues, without any expectations or fears."

My heart races, torn between my desire for independence and my growing feelings for this man who's shown me nothing but kindness and respect. As our eyes lock, I realize that perhaps I can have both—with him by my side, supporting me rather than controlling me.

"Me too," I say, hoping my words convey the depth of my emotions. And in that moment, it seems possible that together, we can find the perfect balance.

My fingers brush the cool glass of water in front of me, condensation sticking to my fingertips as I struggle to find the right words. Alexander's piercing blue eyes never leave mine, and the weight of our conversation hangs in the air between us.

My heart hammers in my chest, caught in a tug-of-war between two opposing desires. The temptation to lean into Alexander's embrace is nearly overwhelming, but the nagging voice in my head reminds me of Ruby's advice and my own need for independence.

As much as I appreciate his newfound understanding and patience, I can't help but feel the pressure of our unspoken feelings bearing down on my shoulders.

"Hey," he says gently, offering me a tentative smile. "Let's not let this weigh us down, okay? We're still friends, and we'll figure it out together."

"Right," I nod, forcing a grin. "Friends."

Alexander pays the bill, and we walk back to the office side by side, the warmth of his arm brushing against mine sending shivers down my spine. In the elevator, our coworkers surround us, their chatter a welcome distraction from the tension that hums between us.

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