The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,6

get up before someone sees us and thinks we're doing something wrong.” My words come out all breathy and soft. I sound like I've been running, and I can't catch my breath.

We're eye to eye, cheek to cheek, a hair away from kissing. Lyle licks his lips, drawing my eyes down his face. And that's when I notice—he's hard. It's not just an outline, or a bulge, he's fucking erect.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

My pussy drips with need instantly. So many dirty thoughts run through my mind, but I know it isn't going to happen. Not here. Not like this. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to soothe my throbbing clit.

He leans in a little more, then a little bit more, our lips a paper width apart. His eyes flick back and forth between mine as the tip of his tongue settles on the inner edge of this lips.

He's going to kiss me. Holy shit, he's actually going to kiss me.

Lyle hovers there for a single breath, and I ready myself for the kiss. My eyes start to close, head falling into position so I can kiss him back.

Then he's gone, the space between us is suddenly empty. But it's still warm, the air around me is holding the heat that built between us.

Lyle runs his fingers through his hair and takes a long step back.

“Excuse, Mr. Vox?” Giada is in the doorway, her arms full of long rolls of paper and more folders.

What is he, a fucking psychic now too?

“Yes?” His voice is thick and cold all over again. “What do you need?” he asks, his gaze turning to ice.

He shut it down so easily while I'm sitting here like a wet noodle, unable to straighten my back. I can barely catch my breath or look at the figure in the doorway. I'm too flustered to even make eye contact, so I peer at the computer like I'm concentrating.

“Your ten o'clock is here. I set him up in the conference room like you asked.”

I can feel the sweat on the back of my neck, and I can't seem to stop my heart from racing. If we’d have gotten caught kissing, I can't imagine what his sister would do. I'd be fired on the spot, no doubt about that.

“I'll be right there,” he answers, his voice steady. It's like none of that just happened. Like he wasn't about to kiss me. Like we weren't inches from sucking face. Like his cock wasn't hard and my pussy isn't still wet.

Turning to me, he says calmly, “I look forward to working with you, Dalia.” Taking long, commanding strides to the door, he stops in the doorway, and wraps his hand around the frame. Looking back at me one last time, he gives me a comforting smile. “And I apologize for my sister, she doesn't like when things don't go her way. Just don't be late anymore.”

Then he's gone. He's gone, and I'm left with wet panties and fire burning in my veins. Lyle Vox is intoxicating, leaving me completely unable to function.

It's obvious to me now. Nothing has changed over the years. It's only been dormant, idly waiting for the commercials to end, and the hero to show up again.

Dropping my head onto the desk, I groan to myself. This is a mess. A sloppy fucking mess.

We almost kissed, and it's only day one.

But I don't want another half-finished kiss like when we were kids. I can't do this again. I can't let these feelings actually come alive.

Lyle is my boss. That's all the reason I need to stamp out these feelings before they burn into something hotter, stronger.

Besides, after what happened between us, after what he did to me in high school. . .

I'll never forgive him. I can't.

Sometimes, there are too many cracks to fix. Too many wounds to heal. Too many actions that can't be undone.

And Lyle, he tore my heart out, and stomped it into the dirt.

It wasn't always that way. There once was a time that I thought he was different. That I thought maybe he isn't too good for me.

That maybe I stood a chance. . .

2

Dalia

Senior year

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

My eyes bounce like a ping pong ball as I watch him move around the field.

Sitting in the bleachers with my sketch pad, I doodle while I admire the hottest guy in school at football practice.

He's running sprints, moving with an intense speed as his body explodes with muscles I didn't know