Guilt

I watch Alexa slowly walk back to her room on her tender feet. She's been dancing so well all night that I never would have thought her feet were in so much pain. I can't remember seeing a single flinch. I had to admire that kind of strength.

I walk to my office to get some work done before I sleep. Tonight was a huge success in large part because of Alexa. She has great social skills. She is lighthearted and kind, and it makes her refreshing and lovable in a crowd like the one we were in tonight.

I power up my computer so I can start working on some notes for a contract proposal for Mr. Gaffan. I shake my head in disbelief, a small smile breaking through my normal composure. I still can't believe what Alexa did. She waltzed over the Gaffans and casually found a way in in now time.

I usually hated fundraising galas like the one we attended tonight, but this one flew by so quickly. Alexa was a perfect date. She was at my side when needed and made herself scarce at other times. I wasn't expecting the extra benefit of her being a good dance partner and a funny conversationalist.

It's always so hard being stuck between two people I barely know for a couple of hours, trying to make conversation. She kept the conversation light and entertaining.

I knew she was a great EA but now that I know so much more about her, it would be weird going back to work on Monday and returning to how things were before.

I find myself pacing myself and I'm not sure how that happened. What's wrong with me?

I find myself wandering the condo, slowly working my way closer to her room. I know it's wrong, and I try to talk myself out of it, but the thought of her looking beautiful in her dress tonight has me continuing. I make it to her door and I can see the light is already out.

I use all my self-control to at least keep myself from opening her door, but I can't help thinking of how she yelled at me tonight. She was right to be mad but she's probably the only one in my life bold enough to stand up to me. I'd gotten so used to being treated a certain way that I was caught of guard.

Thinking of it gets me hard. If I'm going to stay outside her room, I can at least indulge a bit. I can't remember the last time I got off.

I loosen my belt and lower my zipper. I reach under my underwear to grab my dick and I imagine Alexa in her dress, laughing at something a guest said. Her head tilted back and her hair trailing down her back.

Then I imagine her body against mine as we danced. She followed me perfectly, trusting me. Such a small thing but in my world, it's hard to come by. Of course, she has no idea of who she's trusting, but I imagine the look in her eyes when she looks at me and I harden even more.

I pick up my pace as I massage my long length. Using a little spit and some prelum, I'm lubricated enough to move faster.

I'm close to the edge, but I need something to take me the last bit. Without thinking, I open her door a crack. I see her lying across her bed.

I stay in the doorway, not allowing myself to step in any further. She lays on her back allowing me to see the shape of her hardened nipples through her thin T-shirt. She lightly rubs her eyes together, and I can guess what she's dreaming about.

There's nothing that could have prepared me for what happens next. Alexa's head falls back on a moan and her back arches off the bed.

"Cass," she murmurs quietly.

Within seconds, I'm coming all over myself, doing my best to stay quiet. There's no way she would be happy to wake up with me hanging over her masturbating.

I feel a strong urge to touch her, so instead I head back to my side of the condo. I shower and take some time to think through my problem.

I've never had a fling with a staff member, but I also know I won't be able to ignore my attraction to her at work. I can't fire her and moving her anywhere else in the company would basically be a demotion, which wouldn't be fair after she went above and beyond this week.

She's made it very clear that she wanted to keep our relationship professional and despite crossing the line a couple of times tonight, I highly doubt it would happen again. The atmosphere at the gala was romantic and made it possible, but that won't happen at work.

I turn off the water and dry off. I'm getting ahead of myself. A couple of kisses and I'm masturbating in the hallway outside her room. I tell myself that tomorrow, maybe I'd find a woman to let off steam with but I know I probably won't.

I decide to finally go to sleep and see how things are with Alexa in the morning. Hopefully, she's cooled off and we can end the week on a positive note. At the very least, I would like to be friends going forward.

Little did I know, she was going to make me want her so much more in the morning when she faces down Valentina. Masturbating wouldn't be enough anymore, I would need to come up with an arrangement that keeps her close in a way that she can accept. I know she doesn't want a relationship and I highly doubt she's the kind of person to have a friends with benefit arragment with her boss. I'll have to get creative.