He sits on the front edge of his desk. It takes a few inches off his imposing height, but he’s still the powerful, dominant figure of the room. The building. I am nothing compared to him. His station, his status, the snap of his fingers that could have men killed halfway around the world… I’m Alyssa. A nobody. A lowly intern who comes from a decent background, but that’s the story of a billion people. There’s a reason nothing remarkable has ever happened to me.
Julian peeks at one of the folders. “Alyssa.”
Uh oh. Did I forget something? “Yes, sir?”
The stack of folders ends up on his desk. He’s not going to look at them? After I busted ass getting here? “You’ve been interesting to watch around here.”
He’s going to fire me, isn’t he?
Because there’s no way that voracious look in his eye is about anything other than firing me. He looks me up and down like a piece of scrap about to be thrown into the trash. I’ve screwed up too many times. They’re cutting me loose. I can say goodbye to this nice opportunity to seriously pad out my résumé and get a decent job with my degree I’m still attempting to get…
“I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you, sir.” I step back. Might as well make it easier to get the hell out of here when he fires me. That way he won’t be able to see my tears. Gotta save some sort of face around here.
“Upset me?” His voice takes a slight upturn. It surprises me, but isn’t enough to make me feel any better. “I’m not upset, Alyssa. I’m far from upset. Honestly, though, if you think I called you here for some folders, you’re not as quick as I thought you were.”
“Quick-witted, of course.” He pushes off the desk and comes closer to me. His cologne magnifies. His presence is overwhelming. I’m a meager person compared to his cool confidence. This is the kind of man who gets whatever he wants.
Whatever he wants.
Why… the hell does that turn me on so much?
I’m a mess. I’m embarrassing. I haven’t been in this man’s office for two seconds and I’m already fantasizing about things I have no business fantasizing about. Namely, I’m fantasizing about him kissing me. Hard. Against his desk. He’d be a helluva man to have a first time with. Not a first time kissing, since I’ve obviously done that before, but a first time… you know…
Don’t wanna think about anything. Don’t wanna have to do anything. Just wanna lie back and let a man who knows what he’s doing have me and take me. I want my first time to be special, you know? It’s gotta feel good. It’s gotta be with someone I see myself spending the rest of my life with, or someone so out of this world I have to jump on the chance to jump his bones.
Julian Marcus definitely fills one of those descriptions.
“I’ve been keeping my eyes on you since you started working here, Alyssa.” The man is a master. He rounds on me, sending me back against his desk. My fingers grip the edge of the mahogany, oak, cherry, whatever the fuck it’s made out of, because I can’t be assed to get details about wood correct right now when my otherworldly boss is looming over me. Is it possible for men to have a come-hither look in their seductive arsenal? Because I swear he’s doing it right now.
“Something about you caught my attention. I think it’s your different personality. You’re a breath of fresh air in this office.”
I’m blushing so hard I’m going to combust. “I honestly didn’t think you knew me that well, sir. Or if you did, you were only annoyed with me.”
“Annoyed? How can I be annoyed when you’re the hardest worker around here? You work harder than my useless partner. The only one who works harder than you is me.”
I can’t breathe. He’s coming closer. His body encloses around me. His lips lower toward mine. I can’t fucking breathe.
“You captivate me, Alyssa. That’s not something I say easily. Because I am not an easy man to captivate.”
My sweaty fingers slip off the desk. Julian catches me as I fall off balance. The moment I’m in his arms, I know I’m a goner.
If I had a clear mind, I’d tell my boss to fuck off, because this is soooo not legal. Or ethical. Or realistic.
I’m not in a clear mind, though. I must not be, because I think kissing my boss is the best idea ever.