Chapter 3 Unleashing desires

It was the second time I was catching his gaze, and it unnerved me. It was already few months since I'd started working with him, I barely had time for myself. I worked late into the night at the office or embarked on business meetings in different cities and sometimes countries. While the prospect of finding myself in a new environment excited me, the reason for being there always left me exhausted. I was like the wife he never married, I knew everything about him. His favorite coffee, alcoholic drink, clothes and colors he preferred to wear for every designer.

My relief was mom understood and was quite contented with her caretaker, said the woman was fun to be with too. That settled every worried fiber in me, she was the reason I was doing all of it.

"Is your mom doing okay?" He asked, his question was genuine and it always touched my heart whenever he asked of her.

"Yes, she is getting along quite well." I raised my head from work I was doing to appreciate him with a smile. On few occasions, we had delved into personal matters, mostly mine. He was not as bad as he'd seem the first day. Yes, he was very strict and professional, there was also this different side of him that stemmed once in a blue moon.

I continued going through the papers when I felt his stare on me again. I squirmed in my seat, I was blushing so hard I would not be surprised if my whole face was as red as a plump tomato. I forced myself to not notice his stare and concentrate on my work, I was almost succeeding when I felt a hand pull me up from my seat. It was him, I gulped.

"What is it sir?" My voice had gone low.

"You." He replied.

The light in the office was shining bright so I could see his face, the desires swimming in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Sir the file, I-I'm not d-done." I stuttered, my brain was suddenly finding it difficult to comprehend anything.

I inhaled sharply when his fingers traced my neck. I was not expecting that stunning shoot of pleasure coursing through me.

"We can do it later. I just want you." He weaved his hand into my hair. "I don't know when I started wanting you but I know I want you. I'm not supposed to be doing this, you're an employee."

"E-exactly sir. We...we, uhmm...we need to get back to work." His fingers snaking through my hair melted my knees, turned them to jelly. I held onto his shirt for support.

As though that infiltrated his senses, he pulled back to looked at me. I blinked and licked my lips, disappointment and relief washed over me at once. I wanted him to continue, still I did not want him to continue. It was a struggle to keep under wraps the feelings his touch had awoken.

"Don't do that." He shook his head and swallowed. His voice was thick with lust and hearing it only tingled my skin more. Only I did not understand what I should not do.

"Do what sir?" I asked, shamelessly looking into his eyes, letting myself drown in the desire, mystery and danger that loomed there.

"Lick your lips." He replied, still not taking his eyes off of mine.

I nodded absentmindedly, his brown orbs already pulling me in deeper, my thought was they were so beautiful. My breath caught when I realized how deep his desire ran and unconsciously, I licked my lips again.

Before I could brace myself for it, he groaned and slammed his lips against mine. Surprise only lasted for a second before surrender took over, I wound my hands around his neck and gave him full entrance, letting his tongue fight for dominance, plunging itself into my mouth. He ran his tongue over my lower lip, I shuddered and whimpered in pleasure. The crush I'd harbored for him since the first day came crashing down on me. Working together had unleashed a lot of feelings within me that I'd kept suppressed until his touch brought them undone. Now, I was moaning shamelessly in his mouth, ridiculously enjoying his hands as they trailed every part of my body, leaving fire in their wake.

"Zendaya." My name rolled off his tongue and there was never a better way to pronounce it.

"Yes...s-sir?" My head was tilted back to give him unhinged access to my neck.

"You're so pretty." He said and dipped his head to kiss my neck, his hand unbuttoning my shirt. I was a puddle. He lifted me onto his table, I heard ruffling of papers but I paid no attention and from the way he was nibbling my neck, his hands teasing my bra, he was unconcerned too.

My hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as I tried to connect my lips back to his. Our lips clashing against the other in a passionate entanglement, I was unbuttoning his shirt. I heard his strangled groan and a moan escaped my lips when he pressed himself between my legs and I felt his bulge poking and teasing. He left my mouth and paid attention to my other needy parts.

"Alan." I whispered his name in a shudder when his teeth lightly grated my bra. It was not cotton, the material was light and everything thing he did there caused me to tremble.

His hands located my zip and unzipped my skirt, my eyes flew open. My brain though still scrambled was still able to send me warning signals that this was going too far and we might not be ready for it. I was not ready for it. I stopped his hand from going further.

"Sir, please." I drew away from his touch and raised his head to look at me. The desires in his eyes gave way to sanity though not totally because I could still detect it lurking in there.

He arranged himself as I did too. "Let's go home."