Page 4 of Boss' Obsession

It’s like trying to walk through the shake shack at the amusement park but I make it to the restroom. The sounds of the plane are amplified in here and it makes me feel even more shaky. I look in the mirror and have an even more terrifying realization. I think I was rambling when I climbed over that man and I might have said some things that shouldn’t be uttered aloud. No sooner do I question it and the same man opens the restroom door and steps inside beside me. I thought it was small in here before but there’s hardly an inch of space between me and this giant now.

His touch awakens a hunger inside me. His overbearing level of confidence puts me completely at his mercy. He kisses me and I close my eyes and imagine all of the wild, passionate, dirty things he might do with me. I’m liking this so much more than I should.

My lack of compulsiveness is what’s kept my virginity intact. I’m careful, and I don’t take chances. With everything I’ve been through, I don’t trust anyone with my heart or my body, but that’s about to end now. I don’t want him to stop. I want to throw my inhibitions out the window and have sex with this huge, gorgeous man right here and now.

Feeling his fingers on the outside of my panties, I part my thighs just a little hoping he’ll put them inside me. What’s wrong with me? I don’t even know this man but I’m ready to give myself over to him completely.

He exposes himself and I wonder if he’ll even fit inside me but the determined look on his face tells me he’ll make it fit. This is it. A few moments of passion with a complete stranger and then we’ll never see each other again. I can live with that.

When the flight attendant bangs her fist on the door, my fantasy fades back to a humiliating reality. I’ve been caught acting like a tramp in an airplane restroom. Everyone on the plane probably knows what we’ve been doing in here.

I try my best to be invisible as I take the long walk of shame back to my seat. At least the damn plane has stopped shaking and the storm outside is over. I don’t think the one inside me will end for a long time.

The man must think I’m the most immature idiot in the world. When I see him close his eyes, I curl up in my seat and close mine too. I didn’t think I would really fall asleep, but now that my heart isn’t beating out of my chest and I feel like we might make our destination without falling out of the sky, I pass right out.

We land and I make a beeline past him to the baggage claim. I just need to get settled and, hopefully, forget all about this mess. I’m waiting for my bag and hear his voice behind me. He’s talking on the phone to someone. Maybe he hasn’t seen me. Come on, come on. I just need to grab my bag and make a run for the car.

Too late, he’s standing right behind me and offers me a ride. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to just fall into his arms and tell him to take me away, but I can’t. I’m not here to get involved in a romance or to have a torrid affair. I’m here to make a life for myself and that’s what I need to focus on, even if every part of my being wants him so badly.

He asks me out to dinner, and since he doesn’t strike me as the type to take no for an answer, I agree but give him my disconnected California phone number. As I make a break for the car, I find myself feeling ashamed.

As gruff and overbearing as he is, he doesn’t seem like a bad person. I console myself with a moment of rationalization. Giving him a bad number might not have been the best way to handle the situation, but it won’t be the end of the world for him. A guy like him must have hundreds of options out there. He’ll probably forget me in a day.

3

BRYAN

From the second I tried the number and found out that it was phony, I became obsessed with finding the girl from the plane. I have to hand it to her, she really got over on me.

She was so innocent that I never would have expected her to pull something like this on me. What’s most fucked up is that as pissed as I am, I also admire her for it, and that admiration makes it even harder to get her out of my head. It sounds insane even to me but I need to find her. I need to show her that I didn’t walk into that bathroom on a whim. I did it because she belongs with me.

This is a big city with five bureaus, and she could be anywhere by now. My one mistake made in the heat of the moment was not asking her where she worked. My mind usually works so fast that I interrogate people without even knowing why I’m doing it, but with her, it was different.

My desire overtook my rationality and that has never happened before. With so little to go on, just a first name and a physical description, I used my name and reputation to reach out to the CEO of the airline.

After a whole lot of strong-arming and a promise to keep the information confidential, he agrees to get back to me with at the very least her last name…but now, he isn’t returning my calls. Does he think he can just blow me off? I hope not for his sake. Paying him a visit is not out of the question for me, and putting his airline on the no-fly list for all of the companies I manage would be as easy as making one or two calls.

I’ve even set my company’s private investigator after her, but I don’t expect him to have much luck either. Some guys would call this a lost cause and give up, but I’m not that guy. When I see something I want, I go after it until I get it. That’s how I build Fortune 500 companies from the ground up. That’s how the son of poor immigrant parents became one of the richest men in the world.

I can’t explain the hold she has on me, but from the first time I laid eyes on her, she’s been so heavy on my mind that it’s hard to keep my head in the game. If the P.I. called right now and said he found her, I’d skip out on the most important meeting of the year to go and get her.

In my life leading up to this moment, the only thing that has ever made me so mad with desire is my work. No woman, anywhere, could cause a reaction from me that’s this visceral and strong. I can’t close my eyes without seeing her naked and waiting for me to take her. The mere thought of touching her has me harder than a rock, and it happens several times a day.

I check my watch and see that it’s almost game time. The client I rushed home to see should be here any minute. I step out of my office and shake my head at the empty reception desk. The new girl HR hired for me is supposed to be here. How is it going to look if I have to greet the client myself? The conference room isn’t set up for the meeting. It’s a damn mess. I don’t know who they hired, but if she shows up now, her first day might also be her last day.

The elevator bell chimes and I look over as the doors open. If this is her, I’m going to…wait. It’s her. The girl from the plane is standing in the elevator, looking at me like a scared pup.

She freezes and the doors start to close, but I’m not letting her get away again. I reach inside the car and take her by the arm, gently pulling her out into the office. Have I finally reached the point where I’m hallucinating? No, this is a fantasy that’s coming to life before my eyes.

“Beth, right? What are you doing here?”

I’m trying my best to play it cool, but my heart is slamming against my ribcage. I stare at her beautiful face and see the same thing in her eyes that I saw on the plane that day. Yeah, she’s real alright.

“I think I work here. I mean, this is the suite number I was given on the phone.” She scans the empty reception area and takes a step backward toward the elevator. “Maybe I should go. This must be some kind of mistake.”

“Wait. You’re my new secretary? This is why you were flying for the first time. You were coming to work for me?” I guess I should have asked her where she worked. It would have saved me all the leg work.

“Bryan.” I see the light come on in her eyes. “Bryan Branigan Investments?”

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