Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,77
to do. Teacher appreciation was tomorrow, and Charles was back at the end of the week.
As her eyes focused on her iPad, my gaze zoned in on her delectable lips. I could still taste the sweetness, feel her smooth, silky tongue against mine. I pictured me on top of her, grinding against her, my hardness against her softness. I shifted in my seat as my cock slowly came to life.
When she was done, she stood. “Anything else you want to make note of?” She held the iPad against her chest, as though using it as a barrier between us.
I smiled casually. “Nope. I’ll let you know if I do.”
She nodded and then turned to walk to the door. My eyes dropped to her tight ass, and I swallowed.
She was just about out of eyesight when she flipped toward me. “Does this …” She motioned between us. “… feel weird? Because it totally feels weird. Sometimes, I regret taking you, but then again, I don’t because Ava said everyone was talking about us and how hot you were, and so …” She raised one hand in the air. “… yay!” She gritted her teeth. “Go, team, go, right?”
“Do you think I’m hot?” I asked, carefully watching her and wondering why her opinion was so fucking important to me.
I usually didn’t care what women thought of me. Well, that wasn’t true. I usually knew what women thought of me. With Sonia … I wasn’t sure about anything really. What she thought, felt. She was a mystery, which was partly terrifying and mostly exciting as hell.
A flush crept up her neck. “Can you please stop that?”
“Stop what?” I very well knew what I was doing, and despite Mason’s warnings, I couldn’t stop.
“Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face and stop flirting with me.” She walked toward the chair again and plopped down. “Here are the facts. You are my boss, and I am your employee. I took you to a wedding, and, yes, we kissed and … okay, made out from what you told me.” She bit her bottom lip, and her knees bounced.
“Anything I did under the influence cannot be held against me. Listen, I promise not to stalk you or act weird, like all those other girls who date you and flip to the psycho side because I’m just not that type of person. But you …” She gave me a pointed look and extended her forefinger. “… you have to act normal, and pretend to flirt just to make me uncomfortable is not acting normal. You promised, Brad, remember?” She sagged against the chair as though that whole speech had wiped all the energy from her.
“I want everything to go back to how it was when I hated you and I annoyed the hell out of you.” She blew the bangs from her eyebrows. “Can we do that?” Her hands flew to her chest, her eyes pleading. “I need this to all be normal between us.”
I searched her face, and there were so many things that I wanted to say, like the fact that she never annoyed me or that I didn’t want her to hate me. Ever. And the fact that I’d had such a great time on Saturday night.
My heart felt as though it were shrinking. “Yes, Sonia, we can do that.” I tried to hide the heavy disappointment in my tone because I didn’t want normal. I wanted the opposite of normal between us.
The crinkle between her eyes eased. “Thanks, boss man. I really do love it here.”
“I’m glad.” And I was.
But I couldn’t help feeling like things were never going to be the same. Mostly like I was never going to be the same.
Brad
When she left, I plowed through my day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But, when she came in and dropped my lunch on my desk, I waved her off, keeping my eyes steady on my computer screen. I noticed that her smile widened at my gesture because she thought we were getting back to our normal, but it was anything but. Because, every chance I got—when I went to the restroom, when I went to drop something off at her desk, or when I went to make a copy at the machine by her desk even though I never made my own copies—I’d steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking. I’d admire her profile and the natural poutiness in her lips when she was concentrating on her computer screen. Something