The Boss Crush

But the fact that I can’t stop thinking about her is proving me wrong. It is Dalia Greene, and she’s just as gorgeous as I remember.

Her hair is still long, with those same bright, red highlights. The green in her eyes is still explosive, bursting with specks of gold. Even from across the room, it’s easy to see her thick lashes sweep over her eyes with every blink.

Except, there’s something about her that’s different. She has this aura around her I’ve never seen before. I know what it is, and it’s sexy as hell on her. Confidence.

The shyness is gone, and she holds herself taller, with a bold and undeniable spark I could feel even standing across the room from her. The meek little vixen I remember is now a strong woman.

And her fucking body, I’m lucky my jaw didn’t hit the floor the second I laid eyes on her. Curvy and thick, her figure can bring any man to their knees.

Dalia isn’t the teenage girl I’ve seen in my dreams. She’s come back, and now she’s all grown up.

I kept stealing glances of her heart shaped face, her eyes, her beautiful hands. I’ve always loved her hands, there’s something about them. They create such amazing things, such incredible, beautiful things.

I also couldn’t help stealing something else. A glance of her perfect, lick-worthy tits when she leaned over. That small glimpse sent blood rushing to my cock. I was hard instantly, so hard it practically hurt.

And I almost fucking kissed her.

Everything in that moment meant nothing; not the job, not the risk of someone seeing us, not even the fact that I’m her boss. I ignored all of it, ready to finish what we started all those years ago.

Touching my lips softly, I close my eyes, wishing I hadn’t pulled back. Regret washes over my body, and all I can picture are her sexy, pouty lips. I see her eyes, the way they were looking up at me. All those stolen moments between us, past and present.

I should have fucking kissed her.

There’s no way I could have expected my body to react the way it did. The pull is strong, the desire so heavy I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to control myself around her. It’s primal, like she’s awoken a beast inside me.

I’ve never felt like this before. Not with any other woman. Not one of the girls I’ve dated since high school up to now has ever turned me on the way Dalia did today.

When Sandy sent me the list of potential new hires, Dalia Greene is the last name I thought I’d see. Yet, there she was, her information typed up all neat and organized, her art portfolio more incredible and amazing than I remember.

Her art is mind blowing. Even when we were younger, her talent was always way above everyone else, even my sister. I’d never tell Sandy that, but it’s obvious to anyone who takes the time to look.

I was positive Sandy was up to something, because there’s no way she’d actually hire Dalia in a million years. What kind of trick was she playing? What did she have up her sleeve? I put Dalia’s name on the top of the list, positive that my sister would call me out on it.

Then Sandy proved me wrong. She did the exact opposite of what I thought. She hired the girl I’ve never forgotten, and the one she loved to torture. This could still be a game to her, one she’s keeping from me.

Sandy’s always been good at tearing people down. She’s no stranger to hurting others to get what she wants. This company didn’t just happen from good fortune. And I’m not proud to say I’ve seen it firsthand.Sandy’s always been the type of person who never really sees you, she hardly ever sees anyone. If you’re not an obstacle in her way that she has to knock down, then you’re just gunk on the bottom of her shoe. You’ll never be on her radar.

Dalia’s been off her radar for years. Sandy probably forgot all about her the day we graduated.

Now she’s back, she’s here. Dalia Greene is no longer a ghostly memory.

I really thought I could handle seeing her again, I honestly did. Obviously, I can’t. Just the thought of her turns me on. She makes my skin hot and my stomach tight.

“Knock, knock.”

Speak of the devil. . . “Hey, San, what’s up?” I ask as I keep packing up the stuff from meeting.

She takes a single step into the room. “Well, how’d it go with Mr. Fergeson? Did he like your pitch?”

“How do you think it went? You know when I’m on this stuff it gets done right.” Gathering the small stack of folders, I tuck them in my briefcase. “We got the contract to do all the advertising and graphics for his new sneaker campaign through next year.”