the day hitting all of his favorite spots along the coast. We stopped for lunch, and to say that seeing him with his suit jacket and tie off with his sleeves rolled up as we sat under the sun outside of his favorite taco stand wasn't sexy as hell, would be a lie. Sitting next to him all day watching his dark hair mussed from the top being down and with his sunglasses on has been like sitting next to a living breathing Calvin Klein ad.
How often do men like him come around? Smart and funny. Wealthy yet kind. Handsome and sexy as hell. He is a freaking unicorn, and how nobody has snatched him up is beyond me.
We've talked and laughed all day long. We haven't gotten deep again, and neither of us is sharing any dark secrets, but things have still felt intimate. The only time he mentioned anything about our talk from the night before was when he asked me if I had ever tried to find my mom. If I had looked her up or knew if she was still alive. I was honest and said I did wonder what had happened to her but that I had not tried to find her.
I didn't elaborate, and I didn't tell him that if I were to find her and she rejected me again, it would hurt too much. I've worked too hard to feel as strong as I do, and I can't risk going backward. His question has been tumbling around in my mind all night, though.
He accepted my answer and dinner went back to the relaxed, carefree conversation it was before. I know he's my boss, but I can't help the closeness I feel with him. It’s new and exciting. To be quite honest, I've never felt this comfortable around another person before.
What is that about?
Now we're on our way back to the hotel, and the night is coming to a close. There hasn't been much conversation since we left the restaurant, and that's okay. It doesn't feel uncomfortable, but I do get the feeling there is something on his mind. Maybe he’s worried about this morning’s meeting? He is running a company and must have a million things on his mind at all times. He's continuously answering emails and so am I, for that matter. The meeting requests and event invitations never end. I have no idea how he does it all. I learned during dinner that he's on a rugby team to top it all off.
Whatever rugby is?
We're staying in Laguna Beach tonight, and I must say, I will miss my room and perfect little balcony on the island. But, with the quiet that has filled the car since we left the restaurant and the wind singing me a lullaby, all I can think about is a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.
He is still quiet when we get out of the car at the new hotel. He doesn't say anything on the short trip to my room on the tenth floor. He is still silent when the doors open and unexpectedly, I feel his hand on my lower back as he escorts me on to my floor.
He has been a gentleman before to be polite, but this time his hand doesn't leave my back. In fact, the closer we get to my room the thicker the air seems to grow. I feel like something is about to happen, like something has just changed but how or why, I have no idea. Something feels different, though. Including the fact that I want nothing more than for him to stay.
Remember, Olivia...he's your boss.
With my room in sight, I start to open my purse to find my room key, but I drop it when he suddenly but gently pushes me against the wall and kisses me madly. One of his hands is holding tight to my hip while the other is holding my cheek. On instinct, my hands are in his hair, and I feel myself pulling him closer and kissing him back.
As much as my mind has told me all day that I can't cross any lines with him, I have never wanted to be kissed by a man the way I have been dreaming to be kissed by him.
This kiss, though...this kiss is better than any dream. I can feel the passion and lust through the vibration of his moan that shoots right to my core. His lips are a warmth I have