Page 4 of My Hottest Obsession

Adrien

I’mat work bright and early the next day. I could barely sleep last night. Instead, I lay awake and stared at my ceiling, wondering what Goldie was doing. I still can’t believe that she ditched me last night. It would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so upset at the thought of her leaving and meeting some guy for a date.

She better not have stayed the night.

I peek at her desk, trying to find that journal that I always see her scribbling away in, but she must have taken it home. I’ve been trying to ignore my morals and peek inside to see what she’s written, but I haven’t been able to manage to do that just yet. Getting an in-depth look at Goldie’s inner-most thoughts is too tempting.

I growl as I lean against her desk and wait for her to get in. She’s always on time, and I glance at the clock. She still has three minutes.

I hate these moments. Being at work has always been my safe spot. I loved it, loved building my own company, and becoming one of the best on the west coast. Then I met Goldie, and seeing her became the reason why I loved work. Now the time spent at home is the worst. The hours drag on, and all I can do is think about what she’s doing at that moment.

I’ve been infatuated with Goldie since the moment that I saw her, but I’ve been holding myself back. She’s my assistant, and I know that sleeping with her would only complicate things.

That’s never been much of a deterrent, though. I want her, complicated or not.

I’ve wanted Goldie from the moment that she walked into my office to interview to be my assistant. I was cocky back then and so sure that she would be in my bed by the end of the week and wearing my ring not long after that. Instead, it’s been almost two years of her working for me and dodging all of my advances.

I would have given up a long time ago, except I can tell that Goldie likes me too. She’s just fighting it, and I can’t figure out why. Well, besides the whole I’m her boss thing but she has to know that I would never fire her.

I sigh, starting to pace. One more minute. My eyes stay glued to the elevator doors as I turn and pace back to her desk.

Twenty seconds… fifteen…ten…

The doors slide open, and my heart stops beating as Goldie walks off.

“Boss Man,” she says, passing me a coffee cup.

Her brown hair looks curlier today, and I wonder if she used a new product. The strands look like silk, so soft, and I wonder what it would be like to run my hands through it, to tug on the strands until she looks up at me and I can claim those bee-stung lips of hers.

I clear my throat, shifting to try to hide my erection.

“Goldie,” I say. “How was last night?”

“Really good,” she says with a wide smile, and I frown.

“What did you do?”

“Had dinner.”

She’s trying to kill me; I just know it.

“With who?” I ask, my voice tight with barely restrained anger.

The idea of Goldie within fifty feet of another man always has me on edge.

“Lottie, Honor, and Anson,” she tells me as she drops down into her chair.

Relief washes over me, and I would laugh at her winding me up if I wasn’t so frustrated with our relationship status.

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask her.

“I’m not sure yet,” she says as she hangs her purse up and straightens some papers on her desk.

“We could get lunch together today?”

“Don’t you have your lunch with Levi and Theo today? It’s Wednesday,” she reminds me.

“I can reschedule it,” I offer.

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