Tell me your fantasy

When I get home, I lean on the door, biting my lip, trying to hide my smile because one thing is for certain: Mr Cross wants me. He proved that by taking me home and the questions he asked only show that he is interested in my life. He can have me in all and every way. I don't intend to hold back myself from him.

The door bell rings, causing me to jump. I drop my handbag, not understanding why I am panicking.

I open the door with a gasp, because there he is, Mr Cross.

''Can I come in?''

"I- y-'' I find myself stuttering and subliming over my words.

He flashes his sexy lopsided grin, then pushes past me.

''Nice place.''

"Thanks, though I'm sure it is nothing compared to where you live.''

He gives a rich laugh, ''I think I rather it here. It's quaint and cosy as how a home should be.''

''I guess it is lovely then,'' I said, eager to agree with him.

I stand there awkwardly chewing on my thumbnail, while Mr Cross gaze at me.

''Mr Cross-'' I begin, but he holds up a hand to cut me off.

''Please, call me Leo.''

''Leo'' I breathe.

''Do you have something to say, Angela?''

''Would you like something to drink?''

Mr Cross smiles, and again he does that sexy thing where he plays with his lip by running a finger across it.

''Is that what you really want to ask?''

I become nervous at that, with my breathing coming out in a rush. I can't comprehend why he is having such an effect on me, maybe because he is so damn sexy, or maybe because he is my boss and is here inside my house. But either way, my inner goddess is relishing in the idea of us making love to the godlike man.

''Water would be fine,'' He said, breaking me out of my trans-like state.

With jelly like legs, I make my way over to the small kitchen and with shaking hands I pour him a glass of water. When I get back to Mr Cross, he is sitting down with his jacket off and his long legs kicked up on the small coffee table.

''Do you have a man?''

The question takes me off guard. My face flushes.

''No.''

"Come here.'' He commands

I never realize I am still holding the glass of water in my hand until I place it on the table. Mr Cross pat his lap for me to sit and I do so awkwardly. To which he removes my hair from the scrunchie, only to grip on hair in a firm hold and force my head back. 

His soft lips come crashing onto mine with such force that if he wasn't holding me around the waist, I would have fallen off his lap. I don't know how he did it, but he makes it happen and takes my clothes off.

Mr Cross runs a finger down between my small breasts, then cups one in his large and surprisingly soft hands.

''These are so perfect,'' He said.

We kiss again, before he tells me to turn around, so that I am sitting with both legs on both sides of his. Not taking his pants off, he simply undoes the zipper and penetrates me. I gasp.

I find myself gasping again after a face swims into my line of vision.

''What the fuck!'' We both yell at the same time.

I scramble off the pale pink sofa, button my blouse and smooth my skirt down.

''I didn't know you were here.'' I said to my roommate and best friend; Ella Lynch.

''I didn't know you were here either, that is, until I heard moaning. I thought some crack head broke in.''

The feeling of embarrassment that washes over me is so strong I can't seem to look at her.

"So what was that about?''

"A man by the name of Leo Cross.''

''Eww, your boss!''

''You don't understand. I fell in love with him the minute my eyes landed on him,'' I tell her.

''No, no. I don't believe in love at first sight and I blame Disney for setting this sick, twisted unrealistic expectation for girls. I mean, look at you and what you were doing just now.''

"Well, I do believe that you can fall for someone after just one glance.''

''Come on Ange. I- we don't even know what happens after they say Cinderella and the Prince lives happily ever after and the credits begin to roll. He could be an abusive brat and she goes back to living the life she had back with her step family and have to clean the palace. Or, on his search for her, he meets another woman and forces Cindy in a polygamous relationship.''

I give a humourless laugh, ''you and your wild imagination.''

''You are one to talk. But Angela, don't go there. Not only is he your boss, but he also gives off a 'I'm a rich creeper' vibe.''

''You don't even know him,'' I said, starting to get defensive of Mr Cross.

''Hmm, you would have to live under a rock to not know that man. I work in tabloids and trust me when I say that there is something about that man.''

''The only thing about him is that nobody can get any dirt to tarnish his name.''

''Just be careful Ange, I really wouldn't want you hurt by this man and lose the fantasy.''

I give a tight smile, because it doesn't matter to me what she said. I am still going after Mr Cross.

With a heavy sigh, I make my way to the bathroom, and once again I am daydreaming about Mr Cross and his soapy hands running over my small delicate body. I shake my head to kill the illusion, thinking that Ella is right. I need to lose the stupid fantasy and make this happen or else I might lose my chance.

After my shower, I make my way to the kitchen, thinking of ways to fully get Mr Cross' attention and keep him interested. I warm the left over casseroles, making a mental check on all that I can do.

That night I go to bed with Mr Cross on my mind and even dream of him and me on a wonderful vacation in Greece.

Suddenly I begin to dance in my dream and the sound of music is as if it is coming from underwater. After rolling to my back, I hear the music playing again, only to realise that it is my phone ringing.

With a groan, I answer, full aware that my voice makes a croaking sound as if I have been eating sand for a month.

''Good, you are finally awake. We have to get to Miami on the next flight. Someone will be there to pick you up.''

When Mr Cross hangs up, sit bolt from my bed and hurry around my room like a headless chicken trying to find my luggage, and clothes that don't make me seem as if I am someone's grandma.

Dressed in my pyjama bottom and a sexy black blouse, with my small suitcase through the door and one leg out. That's when my roommate thought she can stop me.

 ''Ange, be real! Who calls their assistant in the middle of the night to go on a 'business trip?' No one.''

"This is my job Ella, if you can't be happy that I'm no longer sitting on that coach indulging in ice cream and gossip with you, then but out of my life.''

"I'm not trying to sabotage your job or anything like that, but this is just unreal and goes against so many work laws.''

''Just mind your own business,'' I tell her before slamming the door behind me.