Page 19 of The Boss’s Obsession
CHAPTER13
Sienna
The late morning sun filtered through my blinds when I woke. My dreams had been intense, and as soon as I opened my eyes, a smile curled my lips. I’d finally done it, and with Ronan Turner, my crush, of all people.
The thought of Ronan sent me turning my head to search for him. His heavy arm was slung over his head, and he was face down on the other side of the bed, his bare skin looking tanned against the white sheets. He’d stayed the night? I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect of a one-night thing, but staying the night seemed like a faux pas. But was this just a one-night thing? All the things he’d said last night when he’d stormed inside my apartment and seduced me so thoroughly filled my head. Was that just pillow talk? Did people promise each other forever, and then wave goodbye and walk away the next morning? I had no idea. What I did know, however, was that I certainly couldn’t stay as Ronan’s assistant now. It was too late to go back. My crush was out of the bag, and blazing with life.
As I attempted to tiptoe out of bed, a heavy arm landed across me.
“Where do you think you’re going?’ Ronan’s voice was sleepy and rough. I’d never heard him so unpolished.
“To make breakfast and besides, we’re both late for work.”
“How late?”
“It’s nearly ten am.”
The words sent him sitting bolt upright. I tried not to stare at his bare torso, as the sheet pooled in his lap. The man was a work of art, pure and simple.
“Are you angry?” I wondered. Ronan wasn’t late for work. It didn’t happen.
“I – I haven’t slept past 5 am in longer than I can remember,” Ronan said slowly. He scrubbed a hand over his features and looked at me with wonder. “I can’t remember ever sleeping as soundly as I did last night.”
“Yeah, well I suppose seven consecutive orgasms will tire a man out,” I teased.
Ronan shook his head, his eyes warm. “It wasn’t the sex, which, for the record, we excel at. In this case, it wasn’t the reason I slept well.”
A phone call cut through the warm atmosphere between us, and Ronan’s brow pinched, his words lost as he reached for it.
“Turner,” he snapped into it, a greeting I’d heard over a million times in the last year. “What?”
He got up, stark naked, and strode out of the room into the hall. I admired his muscled ass as he went, and headed to the small bathroom beside my room. My body felt sore in ways I had never experienced. So many people say that after the first time, they didn’t feel any different, but I did. I knew now, what it was that people talked about. I was initiated into the club, and I knew I’d never forget last night, with the man I’d wanted for a year.
After washing up, I headed back out and wasn’t surprised to see Ronan already dressed.
“You’re going to work?” Of course, he was. The man was later for work than he’d ever been before so there was no way he wasn’t heading directly to the office this instant. “I’ll just get dressed and-,”
“No, it’s fine. Don’t rush.” Ronan’s business-like voice was like a whip. I stilled, suddenly unsure what to say. He shoved his tie in his pocket and swept a huge hand through his dark hair. He looked distracted, and honestly, kind of pissed off. “You’ve been ill, so just take it easy.”
“I can’t take another sick day,” I protested lamely. Did I want to drag myself into the office and work all day right now? Not at all. But, I did want to see this man, for as long as I was allowed. “I only have a few days left of my notice,” I reminded him, trailing off as his strong shoulders bunched.
He let out a bitter chuckle. “Right. You’re almost done with your notice, right? Don’t worry. I’ll get someone to sub. I have to go. I have to get to Capital Finance… two hours ago,” he said in a clipped tone, turning away from me and striding along the hall. Capital Finance? Oh no. A memory hit me of yesterday afternoon when I was clearing out his email. A message from the president at Capital that had moved the meeting from this afternoon to this morning. Capital Finance was Turner Tech’s biggest investor, and Ronan let them wreak havoc with his schedule however they liked. I’d made a mental note to change it in his schedule, but the phone had rung, and I’d been so overwhelmed with everything going on between us… I’d forgotten.
“You’re late for the meeting,” I stated hollowly, following him toward the door.
“It’s fine. Preston can wait a damn minute, considering how much ROI he gets from Turner Tech,” Ronan said, his tone distracted. My heart squeezed in my chest. I felt awful. After a year of trying my best to do a great job, and now, I’d dropped the ball, a few days before I finished the position. Ronan wasn’t saying anything about it, but I knew he had to be disappointed. He hated to be late, or flaky in his appointments. He was organized and on time, and that was his style. I knew this would throw him. He’d be flustered and short with people, out of his comfort zone, and I’d caused it.
“It’s my fault, I forgot to change the appointment time in your schedule,” I confessed quickly, as he put his shoes on. He stilled and looked up at me, his dark eyes moving across my face.
He answered after a long moment. “It doesn’t matter how it happened. I just have to go and take care of it right now.”
I bit my lip. Usually, it was the kind of meeting that I’d come with him to. Instead, I was standing barefoot, looking like I’d been tumbling about a bed all night, and hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, which was accurate. There was no way I was pulling together any kind of professional persona right now, and we both knew it.
Ronan straightened, and for a second, I thought he was going to reach for me. He looked right at me, his dark eyes melting for a moment, and then his damned phone rang again. He cursed as he looked at the screen.
“I really have to go. Let’s talk later, ok?”
“Ok. I’m sorry,” I said lamely, as he disappeared out the door. Before I knew it, the door shut, and I was alone. I felt embarrassed and confused after last night. I sat at the table, and dropped my face into my hands, groaning and wishing the ground could swallow me up.
