Page 30 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

I watch Alexander's fingers trace idle patterns on my arm as we lay side by side, our bodies tangled together in a comfortable mess. The warmth of his touch sparks thoughts in my mind, and I can't help but imagine the chaos that would ensue if anyone were to find out about us.

"How exactly are we going to pull this off? I think people have already started to notice."

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, the concern mirrored in his blue eyes. "Well, for starters, we need to avoid any public displays of affection at work. No lingering looks or touches, especially when anyone else is around."

"Agreed," I nod, biting my lip. "And we'll have to communicate through private channels, like personal phones and emails, not our work ones."

"Exactly," he says, pulling me closer. "We'll also need to be cautious about how we spend time together outside of work. We don't want to arouse suspicion by suddenly spending every evening together."

My stomach twists with anxiety, but I know he's right. "It's going to be difficult, isn't it? What if people notice something's off between us?"

"We'll just have to trust ourselves and each other," Alex reassures me, his strong hand cupping my cheek. "Yes, there will be challenges, like dealing with suspicion from coworkers and jealousy from our families. But we're smart, resourceful people. We can handle this."

His confidence soothes my nerves, but I can't shake the feeling that this won't be easy. "What if someone catches on, despite our best efforts?" I ask, my voice barely audible.

"Then we face it with honesty, and we stand by each other," he replies firmly, his gaze never wavering from mine.

“And our relationship is discovered?” I ask cautiously.

He sighs, knowing I’m right. The thought of facing disciplinary action or losing our professional credibility weighs heavily on me. "Yeah, I know. It could be devastating for both of us."

"Exactly," I agree. "Our careers could be jeopardized, and it might even affect the company's reputation. Is it worth it?" I ask hesitantly, searching his eyes for reassurance.

"Us? Absolutely," he replies without missing a beat, his conviction leaving no room for doubt. "But we need to be smart about this, Clara. We can't afford any slip-ups." His thumb brushes against my cheek, a tender gesture that makes my heart swell.

"Then we'll be careful," I promise. "We've already discussed ways to keep our relationship hidden, and we'll continue to be vigilant."

"Good," he says, nodding firmly. "And remember – whatever happens, we're in this together.”

"Alright, let's plan our next steps," he says, looking up at me with determination. "We need to figure out how to maintain our relationship while avoiding any complications."

I nod, and he slowly pulls away from me. I’m already aching from the absence, but I let him go. He helps me clean up and dress, and only once we’re put back together, I turn my mind back to the task at hand.

"First, we should schedule our dates outside of work hours and away from the office," I suggest, my mind already racing with ideas. "That way, there's less chance of anyone seeing us together."

"Agreed. And we'll use an encrypted messaging app to communicate privately. No more texting or emailing each other about anything personal."

"Sounds like a solid plan," I say, feeling relieved that we're taking control of the situation. "I think, if we stick to these guidelines, we should be able to keep our relationship hidden."

"Hopefully," he agrees, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of hope and anxiety. "But let's also have a backup plan, just in case someone starts getting suspicious."

"Right," I reply, my heart pounding with anticipation. "If that happens, we'll come clean – but only to someone we trust implicitly. They might be able to help us navigate the fallout."

"Exactly," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "We can't predict the future, but we can prepare for it."

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14

ALEXANDER

"Damn it, she's so captivating," I think to myself as I watch Clara move confidently around the office. I can't help but admire how she effortlessly balances her coffee, a stack of papers, and her dedication to impress me. I need to focus on my work, but my thoughts are consumed by our secret relationship.

"Alex, do you have a minute?" Clara asks, bringing me back to reality.

"Of course, come in," I reply, trying to maintain a professional tone, while internally fighting the urge to wrap my arms around her.

"Thanks. I just wanted to go over these notes from yesterday's meeting and make sure I got everything right."

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