Her Dad's Friend

Get it together, Alyssa. You're not going home with someone from the first office party. You're barley hired yet. But my imagination always gets a little wild when I'm tipsy, and speaking of tipsy, I can just imagine him tipping me back and kissing me. Moving from my lips down to my--holy shit he looked at me. I'm too far away to see what color his eyes are, but they're dark, and they are for sure looking right at me. That little mental fantasy takes on a new element as I imagine his approach across the room towards me. That's a pretty thought.

Of course it's interrupted by Jennifer.

"I told you he was incredibly hot."

I look over at her. "That's Charles Saxon?"

"The one and only."

"I thought he was old!" I genuinely thought I had a job working for a man in his mid-fifties. Charles Saxon is in his mid-thirties. If that.

"Nope...just sinfully delicious."

I laugh, "Well, sometimes it's the money that makes you attractive."

"Not this time--Who cares about money with that body?" Jennifer clinks her glass against mine.

"No, not this time. Well, shit." I say. Jennifer laughs. "I warned you."

Charles Saxon. Charles Sexon would be a better name. I mentally pour a bucket of water on myself. "You were right. Tight boundaries it is."

She raises her glass to me, "Well, you can start right now, because he's heading this way." Then she's gone so quickly I've completely lost her in the crowd.

I turn around to find Charles approaching me. "Hello," he says in a voice as rich as chocolate, "My name is--"

"Charles Saxon." I finish for him. "So I've been told."

He chuckles, "Well, I'm glad we had an opportunity to meet. I'm very much looking forward to working with you."

"I am too, Mr. Saxon. However, given the circumstances, I think it's best that we set some ground rules."

"I'm sorry?"

I take a final sip of my drink and place it on the table. "I'm familiar with men of your type--rich, powerful, and egotistical. I know that you may be used to women falling at your feet, especially women that work for you, but I want you to know that I expect our relationship to be entirely professional. Your reputation proceeds you in that department, so I thought it would be better to get any awkwardness out of the way now."

The look on his face is at once terrifying and gratifying. I think I may have gone too far, but there's no going back now. He clears his throat. "Well then." He says, and the richness of his voice vibrates through me. "Is there anything else I should know?" He raises an eyebrow, and I feel all the blood in my body rush to my face.

Oh god, what did I just do? "No. No I don't think so. If you'll excuse me, Mr. Saxon, I must be going. I'll see you in the morning."

I walk away before he can say anything else to me, and I leave as fast as I can without it looking like I'm running away. Because boundaries are one thing, but that...that was something else all together.

Chapter 2.

Charles

Well wasn't that interesting...

I watch the brunette walk away from me and not look back once. I wrestle down the impulse to laugh. That's one thing I've never had in a secretary--someone who's shut me down before I've even spoken. And I can't blame her too much, if Mark hadn't pointed her out as the new hire I might have ended up doing what she accused me of. The black dress she was wearing clung to her body in ways that made me want to imagine what was underneath it, and I'd always had a thing for brunettes. Especially with hair like that, long enough for me to run my hands through it and get tangled in it.

The fantasy spins out from there too quickly--I imagine catching her outside before she leaves, tangling my hands in that hair and holding her still while I kiss her. After that I'd peel back that dress and find out what's underneath it. I shake my head. Get a grip, Charles. She's pretty, but she's your secretary. You've never crossed that line, don't start now.

I pour myself a scotch. I don't particularly want to be at this party. It's been a long day dealing with the contractors in Santa Fe, and what I really need is peace and sleep. But apparently it helps morale to see the boss at these kind of things Even if I did get shut down by the new girl.

I can't say it wasn't worth it. I could pretend that I didn't watch every last inch of her walk away, but that would be a lie.

That, and the way she turned the tables...yeah, definitely worth it.

I slip one hand into my pocket to adjust myself. It's good for the people to see the boss at the party. Not so good to see the boss have a boner at the party.

"Mr. Saxon, it's so good to see you!" A chirpy voice comes from my right. I groan inwardly. "Hello, Jennifer."

I dare to look, and see that the pink dress she's wearing is cut so low she's practically spilling out of it. "I just wanted to say that I'm so impressed with all the new locations you're willing to take chances on." Her voice is practically a purr, "I actually have a location I'd like to speak with you about, if you're interested."

I plaster on as good a smile as I can, "You know I'm always willing to hear new ideas."

"It's one of the things I really love about you." She pauses for way too long. "...and your company."

Nice recovery, I think.

Jennifer steps closer to me; her breasts are practically brushing my arm now. "Is there a time when I can come by your office with the proposal?"

"You can make an appointment with my new secretary. I think her name was--"

"Alyssa. We met." Her voice goes flat.

I knock back the rest of the scotch, and take a step away. "Yes, Alyssa. I'm sure she'll be up to speed with my calendar in a few days."

"Whatever works for you," She says, the purr back in her tone. The innuendo is practically dripping off her words.

"If you'll excuse me, it's been a long day."

I don't wait for her to answer before I walk away. Some things never change, and I've had to make this escape one too many times to be polite about it anymore.

But Alyssa...that could be interesting. I think about the flushed look on her face when she said she wanted nothing but professionalism. A bold statement like that is as much for her as it is for me. I'm willing to bet she was thinking some decidedly unprofessional thoughts about me.

I catch myself following that fantasy through one more time, and pull myself back. Professionalism. I can do that. If it's professionalism she wants, that's exactly what she'll get.