Chapter 4: Seducing the Boss

She blinked repeatedly, unable to believe her eyes. It was a dream. She had been thinking of him too much, she now saw him in every man.

She shut her eyes tightly and opened them slowly, as if expecting the man in front of her to have metamorphosed into someone else. But when she opened her eyes, he was still standing there, hands in pocket, staring at her.

"A-Alan?" she whispered.

"Good morning, Miss McAlister," he greeted somewhat coldly.

Miss McAlister. He called her Miss McAlister.

That meant whatever had transpired between them last night meant nothing. All that happened in Red would remain in Red.

She was here as his secretary and she had to compose himself.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted and moved away from the door where she had been frozen in shock and into his office.

"Take a seat."

She obeyed meekly and took her seat.

"I believe you have been given a briefing on how this works," he said.

Christine nodded and then quickly corrected herself.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"So, you do know that you'll have to go home with me sometimes for business," he said.

She swallowed. She hadn't been told that but the pay was so much, more than enough for something like that.

"Yes, sir," she lied.

"And you will have to accompany me on business trips, and go on paid vacations with me and be my dates for business dinners," he said.

Date?

That was not on the job description.

"

She kept her head down as she spoke. She wondered what he was thinking. She could feel his piercing eyes over her but dared not look into them.

"Any reason why you can't look me in the eye?" he asked, his tone daring.

"No, sir," she mumbled. "No reason at all."

"Then look me in the eyes when I talk to you," he said authoritatively.

She raised her head and their eyes met.

His lips spread in a mysterious smile. Then it vanished almost as immediately as it had broken on his face.

"That would be all Miss McAlister," he said and took a sip of his coffee and a bite of cookie to signal the end of their meeting.

She made her way to her office which was just outside his. She stared at the heap of documents on her table and ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation. She had to take care of the work the last personal assistant had left and right there in the room was the man who she had just met last night and ended in his bed.

She rubbed her temple tiredly. She would start with the documents.

She was still sorting the papers when the telephone rang.

"Yes sir."

"Come to my office," came Alan's voice.

Then he hung up abruptly.

When she got to his office, he was so engrossed with work on his table that he didn't even acknowledge her. That gave her time to assess him. He had steel rimmed glasses on which made him even sexier. His lashes were somewhat too long for a man and his lips. They were inviting more than anything.

Her mind went back to that passionate kiss she had given him in the club to Trevor's face. And the ones he had planted on her lips when they were outside. As she stared at his lips even now, she had the irresistible urge to kiss him one more time.

She shook her head to exorcise such thoughts. When she looked up at him, her heart almost jumped into her mouth. He was looking at her. He had caught her staring at his lips.

She averted her eyes quickly and hoped for the ground to open up and swallow her. Then she straightened up and waited for his address.

"I'll need your help with some documents later tonight," he said. "I left them at home so you'll be coming with me."

She gasped.

She didn't expect to be going home with him on the first day. She imagined how weird it would be especially with what happened the previous night. He had not made the slightest comment about it and it bothered her.

Maybe it was just sex and nothing more.

It was better to keep it professional.

"Anything else you will like me to do for you, sir?" she inquired.

"No. That would be all."

As soon as she got to her office and collapsed into her swivel chair, her hand flew to her chest. Her heart was pumping blood so quickly as if to gush it out through her feet.

This was going to be hard.

.........

It was twenty minutes into lunchtime and Alan was not out of his office yet. Christine knocked and peered in when he told her to come in.

"I've booked a table in your favourite restaurant," she said.

"I'm kind of swamped," he said. "I'll have lunch later."

"Okay, sir."

Few minutes later, she returned with a bag containing lunch.

"But I told you..."

"I know what you said, sir," she said and from his glare, she could tell that he did not like being interrupted. "But it's almost past lunch and you said we'll have something to do at your place. There might be no time for dinner."

He smiled a little and collected the pack gratefully. She smiled back and sauntered to the door.

"What about you?" he asked.

"I've gotten lunch already," she replied.

.............

The rest of the day was uneventful. She only had to organize her desk, and cancel a few meetings and schedule a few.

Presently, it was well past eight. The other employees had checked out over two hours ago and it had remained only the two of them.

Christine peered at her wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was almost nine and Alan had not stepped out of his office yet. And he still expected her to follow him home to work.

She heard his door creak in the silence and then his brogues clicking on the floor. She stood up quickly and walked up to him. He had his briefcase and she quickly relieved him of it.

"Ready?" he asked Christine.

"Yes, sir."

Asides her cream Volvo, a black Bentley was the only car in the parking lot. A grey man was in it. The CEO's driver. He opened the door and Alan waited. Christine understood that he wanted her in first.

"Um, sir...I brought my car...I can't just leave it here..."

"Give me the key, John," he said, referring to the driver. Then, facing Christine, he said, "Give him your keys. You're riding with me."

The drive was silent and tense. Both Christine and Alan pretended that nothing happened the other night. But they couldn't pretend for long.

He was driving her to the house he had ravished her just two night ago.

He unbuttoned his shirt as soon as they got in and dropped the key in a fancy ceramic holder. Then he went into a large room with a mahogany table like the type in his office.

They got to work immediately he showed her the files he needed her to work on.

After one hour of silence punctuated only by the sound of pages flipping and the low roar of his air conditioner, Alan suddenly spoke.

"Miss McAlister," he called and she turned from what she was doing to look at him.

"There's a file there marked B417. Can you get it for me?" he requested, pointing to a shelf.

Christine got up and went to the shelf. That was where the real problem was. It was on the top shelf and she couldn't reach the file.

She turned to face him but he had busied himself with the work again. There was something with the way he appeared so engrossed in the work that was suspicious.

She tried standing on her toes but it did little to no help. Then she felt a presence behind her. It was Alan.

But instead of helping with the file, he just stood behind her and his lips parted in a low whisper.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"What?" she asked befuddedly.

His hand went slowly up her skirt, his fingers touching her thighs lightly.

He whispered in her ear, the same way he had done the other night. "Do you know the things I want to do to you? Bad things, Christine. Bad, sinful things."

She swallowed. For some reasons, she just couldn't resist.

"I tried hard to control myself," he continued. "And it was working. Until you had those beautiful legs on display. I can't imagine them wrapped around me while I thrust into you sweet pie hole."

Christine's body zipped at his words. Her professionalism was gradually taking leave of her.

Just when she parted her lips to remind him that he was her boss and they shouldn't be doing what they were about to, he shut her up.