if I say another word, it will lead to all the other things I've been trying not to say. Or worse, if I spend another minute with her, I might end up kissing her, because that's what I want to do right now. I want to pin her against that door and kiss her thoroughly, then go inside her room and do other things to her with my mouth, my hands, my entire body. I'm doing my best to hold back right now, but I don't trust my resolve to hold, so I simply nod in Stella's direction and enter my room.
Once inside, I close the door behind me and head to the bathroom. I shed my clothes, turn on the shower and step under the water. It feels good against my skin and soothes my muscles. As it trickles down my body through various paths, I close my eyes, draw a deep breath and gather my thoughts.
Stella, what am I going to do with you?
There are a million things I want to do with her, but I can't do any of them. We may be in Switzerland and we might have just spent a perfect afternoon together doing nothing related to work, but the fact that I'm her boss hasn't changed. I know that. The problem is that I'm no longer content to be just her boss. I'm not even content to be just her friend, even though I said that's what I'd try to be.
Let's face it. This afternoon was a date. We did couple things - stroll around the city, walk in the rain under a single umbrella, try different chocolates and share embarrassing stories, have a quiet, romantic dinner at a roadside restaurant. And Stella enjoyed them all. I did, too. I liked spending time alone with her, learning new things about her and sharing experiences with her.
I want to spend time with her in bed. The very thought of my cock buried inside her makes it throb. I groan.
Maybe this is just lust. Maybe I've just been without a woman for too long, what with how busy I've been lately, and it's taking its toll on me like Asher predicted. Maybe I should just go back outside and hook up with someone. But no. Something tells me no other woman will do. In fact, earlier, when we were talking about my father's demand and Stella asked me if I had any woman in mind, all I could think of was her.
I want her.
So go get her.
I'm that kind of man. I want something, I go get it. That's how I've come this far as a businessman. That's why I'm here in Zurich, determined to acquire this promising young company that many others have their eyes on. If I want Stella, and I do, I just have to take her. I've read her journal. I know it's what she wants, too.
So what if I'm her boss? We're not at the office. In fact, we're thousands of miles away from it. She's my only employee here. Tomorrow, my brothers will be here, but for now, it's just the two of us. We can do whatever we want and no one will know. And then when we're done, we can just carry on with work as usual. We can do that. We're adults. Professionals. We can keep a secret.
I place my hand on the tiles. Tempting. Very tempting. The thing is, it's not up to me. Sure, Stella may want it, but she has to agree to it. And she can't just hint at it. She has to say it. She has to come to me. Maybe if I give her a bit of a tug, she'll jump into my lap?
I shake my head. Enough of this madness. I've had a long day. I have a big one tomorrow. I should be thinking of work, not of my cock.
I let the shower do its work, then step out. I dry myself, put on the robe that's hanging from the peg on the wall and walk to my desk. I turn on my computer and get busy.
After a while, I stop. I should probably be going to sleep, but I'm not sleepy yet. I pour myself a glass of Scotch and head to the balcony for some fresh air. To my surprise, Stella is also on hers, bent over the balustrade with her gaze on the horizon, her hair cascading past her shoulders and billowing as a breeze passes