Chapter 7 Crushing On His Boss

Dylan had his phone stretched to Austin as he laid squarely on his belly on the executive lounge. A tiny piece of towel was covering just his waist exposing his broad back and long legs.

Three maids stood at the far end of the lounge giggling and gossiping with each having a folded towel on her hands.

"He is so handsome, why doesn't he have women flocking around him like Most rich men do?"

One of the maids whispered looking over Dylan.

"I don't have a say to that but a man who is always in company of men is prone to being a gay, if you have not noticed"

Another whispered in a low tune and looked at Austin to see if he heard them.

"That's an insane thing to say, don't let master hear you"

The third maid scolded her colleagues.

Austin shook his head and carefully dropped Dylan's phone on the desk. He glared at those maids.

"All you do here is to gossip"

He said in his mind and slowly turned towards his boss.

Few seconds had passed yet all he did was scratch his neck. He wasn't sure if he should proceed or wait for his boss's order.

Austin felt the cold stare emanating from his boss and shuddered in response. He could dare not look at him unless he would be burnt by those menacing stares.

"Austin, I know I am every man and woman's fantasy but can you stop staring and do the damn massage"

Dylan yelled and Austin flinched in surprise. He snapped out of the daze he found himself in and hurriedly started the massage. He knew better than to question Dylan's orders; they were always so harsh but he couldn't help it when his boss had such a grating voice.

He didn't want Dylan to see his thoughts, he couldn' bear being yelled at again. But Dylan didn't need to see his thoughts. The thought of seeing those piercing eyes boring into his soul made his blood run cold. It gave him goosebumps and made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

His boss was like an enigma, one look and he'd understand any thought that crossed Austin's mind or maybe he'd never know the real meaning behind every look his boss gave him. If it weren't for Dylan's command of silence, he wouldn't know how much his heart hurt when he saw Dylan' s cold gaze on him. He tried to ignore what his heart wanted to say whenever their eyes met, or when he had been asked the same question, or when the two men locked eyes for a second. His body seemed to scream out to him that all Dylan needed to notice was his body but then why did he always seem to catch himself before doing something even more embarrassing?

If there was ever someone who would understand the feelings his heart held for his boss it is him. No doubt about that. And yet his brain always seemed unable to accept the fact that he actually cared for this monster. That he would go to hell if something happened to Dylan.

And Dylan didn't seem to care either way if he got burnt or not

Every time his boss would stare at him, it felt like someone had plunged a dagger through his chest. It was suffocating to no end but Austin refused to let anything show. There was no way he would get caught staring at his boss. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted.

Dylan had his eyes closed but his brows furrowed in concentration and he hummed quietly to himself when Austin knelt down beside him with the oil in his hands. His hands trembled slightly as he moved toward Dylan' s body slowly but surely.

He was careful not to make too sudden movements so as to not startle Dylan.

Dylan was like some kind of living statue and Austin could swear he felt as though he was looking directly into Dylan's eyes while doing the massage. Every part of his skin tingled with nerves but he kept focused on his work.

Dylan relaxed under his touch almost imperceptibly and Austin took it as a sign to continue.

Austin continued working without saying anything to Dylan, he dares not. He doesn't even have the nerve if he wants to. His only job was to keep Dylan calm and in good health and that was the one thing that mattered right now.

After what seemed like forever, Austin reached Dylan's shoulder and paused. He looked at Dylan' s face to make sure the massage was doing its work before proceeding. When he was certain he was doing the right thing, he resumed his work.

The muscles on Dylan' s arms flexed gently when Austin massaged them and Austin's breath hitched when Dylan groaned loudly and tilted his head back. He swallowed hard trying to push away those images of Dylan doing that exact thing to him. Dylan's moan filled Austin's ears with pleasure and he wanted nothing else but to feel Dylan's lips on his own.

Suddenly Dylan pulled away from Austin's grasp and shot upright.

"That's enough, Tell Sam to call Hailey's and asked how things are going"

Was Dylan's abrupt order. Austin felt a tag of pain and swallowed hard.

"Why does he have to treat me like I am nothing? He is hurting me with his actions and words"

Austin thought painfully.

"Alright boss, right away"

He responded then bowed and left.

Dylan tilted his head towards the maids and found them staring.

"Don't you have better things to do other than to stare"

He said coolly and they quickly turned and fled, giving him his most precious thing he ever wanted, his privacy.

He stood up, making sure not to let the towel fall and headed straight to his room to take a shower.

He needs to wash off these massage oils all over his body.