My Boss Loves Me

My hand cramped the last clothes I brought into my suitcase, then closed it. Three hours later my plane departs, meaning one and a half hours later I have to be at the airport. I opened my suitcase again and threw a book into it."I've already called a taxi." A blonde head appeared from behind the door. I smiled as I zipped up my suitcase. "Thanks, Lana."She came into my room and jumped onto my bed, her long legs dangling gracefully on the edge of my bed. "You sure that's enough for two weeks?" he asked, looking down at my small suitcase.I shrugged my shoulders "I'll be back the weekend." Even though it's tiring but I don't want to spend 2 weeks alone in an unfamiliar city.I dropped my body next to Lana. We rented an apartment with two rooms together. I've known Lana since college, even though now we work at different companies but we still rent an apartment together. She is still 23 years old, one year younger than me even though we graduated together.Lana comes from a rich, very

My eyes blink once.Shaw&Partner.Shaw.I stared at his face with a stupid look for a few seconds. "So ... what's your name?" "Nicholas. I didn't know we were hiring an auditor." He answered as he took his wine glass and drank the rest. Waiter Giorgio returned with my Chamomile, filled his glass with wine, then disappeared again. My brain is still trying to process the information it just received. He is not a banker but a lawyer. Nicholas Shaw.God, I'm having lunch with my client's boss."... that means you'll only be in Manhattan for a while?"I half did not listen to his question. "A week. After my audit here is over I'll be back in San Francisco." I answered hastily.I stared at the corners of his mouth which were pulled down. Is he really gay?Christine's words a few days ago replayed in my head.'A week." he repeated to himself. Suddenly the atmosphere became more awkward as he fell silent. Giorgio returned to our table with my salad and a steak for Mr. Shaw.I stared at the pl

I didn't tell Lana until the next day. Maybe I'll call her back later, during my lunch break. Besides, I'll be back in San Francisco in three days, then Mr. Shaw will forget me ... and I will forget him.A little regret enveloped my heart. Ugh, Ella don't be stupid. Maybe Mr. Shaw has only been polite so far to me, he just happened to help me and change my shoes.... and take me to lunch, and drive me home.I pulled the corners of my mouth down. He's just being polite, right? It looks like he already has a partner though. I looked at my reflection in the hotel mirror, today I was wearing a blood red blouse, a gift from Lana and a black pencil skirt. I rarely wear this blouse. I love the color and the silk, it's just that this blouse looks a little too flashy. Perhaps more suitable for formal dinners than work.I straightened my slightly wavy auburn hair. I used to plan to dye my hair brown but unfortunately I never got around to it. My amber eyes looked back at my reflection in the mi

Everything happened so fast, my brain had not finished processing what was happening when his lips touched mine which was still slightly wet from Wine. Then the whole system in my head stopped, my brain turned to jelly.He kissed me carefully at first, then slowly his kisses turned deeper. Strangely all the nerves in my body seemed to gather in my lips, making them a hundred times more sensitive. I've never felt a better kiss than this.His lips traced mine gently, slowly, as if he didn't want to rush. I could smell his mint and expensive aftershave distinctly, smells I'm usually only able to smell faintly around him.My heart was beating so fast I could almost hear it pounding in my ears. Then suddenly he pulled himself away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. The blue color of his eyes looked darker than before. But I didn't have time to observe him further because the next second I heard the sound of my flash drive hitting the floor again, his big hands cupped my face and

"You drove yourself from Manhattan?" I asked without being able to prevent it. He glanced at me then back to the street ahead. "No, I'm on a plane. It's Greg's car."Oh."He's in San Francisco ... too?""Yeah, he was ahead of me two days ago." Reply Mr. Shaw looked at me in the rearview mirror. I realized we were headed for the western part of San Francisco, which I knew was a high-rise residential area perched on top of hills and groves. Forest Hill.Fifteen minutes later we arrived at a house, or villa, at the top of Forest Hill. This house is the only building here, the other closest neighbors are a kilometer from here. And like all the other houses we've passed before, this place is extraordinarily …luxurious. Modern architecture represents every inch of this house, dominated by very large glass windows. I imagined how many people and how long it would take to wipe the windows.Mr. Shaw stopped his car in a very large yard. Two other cars parked next to us. One is a black Porsche