Uncontrollable Temptation

Sophia Parker

I walked into my tiny office on Monday morning and did the usual. I placed my handbag on top of my desk, switched on my computer, and got out Mr Wilsons diary for the day. Checking my watch, I saw the time was 7:53am which meant that he would be expecting his cup of coffee in exactly 7 minutes.

I looked through the blinds that separated his office from mine and surely, he was there. He was taking off his jacket which meant he also just arrived. I couldn't help but watch the way his muscles flex underneath his shirt as he removed his jacket slowly and so...

Stop it Sophia! Its way too early for this!

I scolded myself.

I quickly went into the kitchen on our floor and started grinding his coffee beans. I prepared a large super fine ground cup of espresso, just the way he liked it. Taking the cup, I walked over to the huge doors of his office and knocked on it.

I opened the door when I heard his deep voice call out for me to "Come in."

Mr Wilson was already sitting at his desk working on his computer, not even bothering to look up to see who came in. He knew it was me anyway. This was a normal ritual for us at exactly 8:00am every weekday. I walked towards him and dropped the cup on his desk beside him, that's when he looked up to me with those piercing blue eyes.

I've always wanted to get lost in the depth of those eyes. I close my eyes imagining it for a second until I heard him say...

"Miss Parker, are you okay?"

I immediately snapped right out of my trance. Did I just daydream of my boss' perfect eyes right in front of him?

Way to go Sophia!

"Yes, I'm so sorry sir." I said to him, but he didn't look convinced. "It's just that... I had a really rough night, that's all." I lied hopelessly.

"You didn't get enough sleep?" He asked as finally took his eyes off me and sipped some of his coffee.

"No." I looked down.

That part was actually true, I didn't get enough sleep last night. And guess who the culprit was...

HIM of course!

I spent half of my night thinking about him, wondering what it would be like to be in his arms for once. Working for him has been the most difficult job ever, especially with these crazy feelings that I've developed for him over time.

Anytime I hear that deep masculine voice of his, my heart beats so fast it feels like its going to jump right out of my chest and fall straight into his hands.

Sometimes we work together so closely I just want to scream out of frustration because deep down, part of me just wants him to take me into his arms and-

"That isn't good for your health Miss Parker, especially when you have work the next day and have to be in the office by 8:00am. What's keeping you up all night?"

You!

"Nothing serious, I had some work to complete before coming into work this morning and I didn't have the chance to complete them over the weekend." I lied again.

"Are you sure? Because I clearly remember you finishing up all your tasks on Friday before you left the office. You couldn't have been busy now could you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and looking at me intensely with those blue eyes.

"I...It's just... It wasn't work stuff, it was..." I was finding it difficult to come up with more lies. This is why you should never daydream about your boss right in front of him. It would only lead to serious interrogation which in turn, makes you look stupid.

"It's totally fine if you were with someone last night Miss Parker. There is no big deal." He finally said.

What?!

"No! No! I wasn't with anyone." I panicked and immediately tried to shut down his idea of me not being single, only to realise that I sounded overly-defensive. I even saw a smile tug at his lips. "Like I said, I was not with... You know what? I don't need to explain myself to you." I said this time with much more confidence.

"Sure." He clearly didn't sound convinced.

Crap, now he thinks I was with someone last night. There goes my chances of him ever noticing me.

I don't think they were ever there in the first place.

"I need you to organise a trip to London this weekend, I have been invited to attend the annual conference for security and information science systems. It'll be a good way to score more clients so I need you there to help me with presenting business proposals. I will also need you to take notes and dictations at the conference and provide general assistance during my presentation. Got it?"

"Got it. And what about accommodation sir?"

"The conference is in Canary Wharf so... I'd say let's try the Four Seasons Hotel."

"Ok sir." I acknowledged and walked out of his office.

Finally I could think straight! Being around that man does dangerous things to me. I quickly dashed to my office which was right next to his, scribbled down all the things he said to me on my notepad, and began to work on them.

I contacted Mr Wilson's pilot and instructed him to organise permission for a flight to London on Friday. I took care of the fuel for the jet and booked a reservation for a pent house suite at Four Seasons Hotel.

One of the perks of working as the personal assistant of Mr Wilson is travelling a lot. Already I have been to beautiful cities like Tokyo and Paris.

On both occasions Mr Wilson spent an extra day during the trip to explore the cities and he always got me a present. Either a bottle of perfume or a souvenir. Anything from him is more than enough for me. I wonder what he might get me during this trip to London. Maybe a...

"Sophia!"

I was snapped out of my daydream by Mr Wilson's voice barking through my intercom. He called me by my first name, which means I've done something wrong. My heart stopped for a second. He never used my first name, only when I've seriously messed up. I peeped at him through the blinds separating our offices and saw that he looked very angry indeed!

I took deep breaths as I walked towards his office. I was only halfway through the door and he was already barking at me.

"Didn't I tell you on Friday to change the figures on the Sytner Group report to include disbursements before you emailed it to them! Now you've sent them the wrong information and you've cost us a lot of money! They've approved these figures and our expenses have not been covered!"

"But sir, I changed them. I really did." I tried to rebut but he didn't listen.

"Did you?! What does it say here then?" He pointed at the email he got from them on his screen.

Very timidly, I walked towards his computer and looked at the figures. In fact they hadn't been changed.

"That's impossible, I changed those figures. I even saved the work."

He looked at me with so much irritation. Just when he was about to erupt at me once again, his phone rang. Once he saw the caller ID, his mood radically changed before he answered it.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" He spoke into his phone.

For a moment I was just standing there like an idiot, listening to his conversation with someone who was obviously female. From the way the conversation went, I sounded like it was his new love interest. I couldn't stand it anymore so I left his office and dashed into the restroom.

I stared at my reflection for a while until a tear slowly slid down my eye. I wiped it and washed my face, trying hard to control my emotions. Mr Wilson would never see me in that way. He usually likes blonde models that are very tall with perfect slim legs and a perfect body. I'm just a plain brunette that'll never be able to match up with his usual love interests.

Suddenly, I remembered what happened on Friday! He was right, I actually never changed those figures because I don't recall doing it. All I remembered doing was saving the work.

I'd started off but I drifted off into a daydream of Mr Wilson, as usual. I was brought back from it when he summoned me to his office and by the time I returned, I just saved the work and sent it.

Gosh, Sophia how could you be so careless?!

The tears had started to flow at this point. This stupid little crush, infatuation or whatever its called was really messing me up. I'm not able to function at work or do my job properly without him interrupting my thoughts and making silly errors.

I had to get over these feelings for him ASAP. If not, they're going to cause me to make more stupid mistakes, and eventually get fired!

And I can NOT have that.

Sophia Parker

I got home after work feeling both relieved and exhausted. After the incident with Mr Wilson, he just chose to ignore me all day which was good because I was too embarrassed to face him again, especially after crying my eyes out in the restroom. However, I felt completely useless because he acted like I didn't exist.

I barely had any work to do after planning the trip because he didn't assign me with more tasks. It got so boring that I went over to the marketing department to have a chat with one of my colleagues, Phoebe. I told her about the incident and she felt sorry for me.

However, she also planted a ridiculous idea into my head. She's the only one aware of my stupid crush on Mr Wilson and she's kept it between us. She suggested I try and capture his attention rather than get over my feelings for him. That way, he would treat me with more respect and I would have a bit more control over the situation.

Of course, I thought it was a ridiculous idea. Mr Wilson cannot notice me. He hasn't in almost 2 years and he won't start now! He never will!

But it wouldn't hurt if I just tried...

Perhaps it wouldn't, but my efforts would completely be in vain. I'd rather save my energy for something else.

But I kind of want to do this...

Still, I'd rather not embarrass myself.

But-

"Oh Shut up already!" I yell at that little nagging voice in my head forcing me to go ahead with Phoebe's plans. Thank God no one was around me because they'd probably think I've gone crazy!

Maybe I am! This whole thing is driving me crazy! I should probably just resign from work and forget about Mr Wilson forever! But I need this job so much that I can't.

It's been the best job I've ever had and considering my qualifications, I'm definitely over-employed.

I slumped on my couch, turned on the TV and switched through a few channels. One of them caught my eye. I looked closely and I saw... Mr Wilson! I sat up immediately, my full attention now on the screen. He was being interviewed and was talking about the company's finances and how it had managed to do so well over the years. He was also giving a lecture about security systems.

I studied his handsome face as he spoke. His hair looked perfect as always. What I would give to run my fingers over the smooth texture of his hair. I watched his lips move as he talked about security systems with such enthusiasm and charisma. Those lips that keep me awake every night, depriving me from any chance of sleep.

Screw it! I'll go ahead and implement Phoebe's plan. I only get one shot in life so why not?

I switched off the TV, and walked into my kitchen. I made pancakes and eggs for dinner which is a lovely recipe I borrowed from Frankie & Benny's.

I freshened up and prepared to hit the sack only to be robbed off sleep by thoughts of one man. When I finally close my eyes, my dreams were invaded with the same mans face.

****

Adam Wilson

After my live interview on TV, I decided to call it a day and head home. It had been extremely rough for me working without my personal assistant today. Now I know her worth and I value her more. But what she did today was irritating. Loosing the company thousands of dollars for no reason! I would have fired anyone who made such a mistake on the spot. But I just couldn't bring myself to do that to her, so I just left her idle for the day.

I don't know what it was, but looking past the mess she made today, there is something about her that makes me feel...

"Baby you're home!" Whose annoying voice was that?! I looked and saw it belonged to Charlene.

She wrapped her arms around me and forcefully kissed me. I pretended I was delighted by her kiss and forced myself to kiss back. When I couldn't take it anymore I pushed her away.

"Charlene, what are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming over." Even though we's spoke on the phone earlier today, she didn't tell me that she was going to show up at mine.

She's always taken liberties since I gave her an extra key to my apartment. Part of my regrets ever giving her that key in the first place. How did I get myself into this mess?

"I know, I wanted to surprise my baby." She tried kissing me again and pushed herself on me but I held her back.

"Wait! Look... Charlene we need to talk. Seriously." I couldn't take this bondage anymore.

"Mmm, what about?" She replied kissing my neck instead.

"About us."

"Yeah, I know we are perfect together baby but can we talk about us later?" She tried kissing me again but this time I put her at arms length.

"Charlene I don't think I can do this anymore. It's just not working out for me."

"What do you mean?" Her eyes brows furrowed in confusion.

"I think we should call this off, maybe take a break from each other for a while."

"What!?" She screamed. "After being together for two months you want to just throw it all away!?"

"Look, it hasn't been long since we started seeing each other anyway so I don't-"

"Is there someone else?!"

"No."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"I don't know... I guess, I'm just not feeling this anymore."

There was an awkward silence for about a minute until Charlene reached for her coat by the door and started to exit. I caught her by the wrist. "Charlene..."

"Just leave me alone forever!" Then she slammed the door.

I let out a heavy breath that I didn't realise I was holding until now.

For some reason, I didn't feel guilty. Rather I felt... relieved. Our relationship had been nothing but a bondage and now I finally felt free.

I went to my bedroom and took a quick shower. I laid on my bed and today's events replayed in my head.

I remembered how my personal assistant showed up to work looking sleep deprived. No doubt that her lover kept her up all night. She even mentioned she had a 'rough' night.

Anger rose up in my chest and I don't know why. The thought of her being with someone else made me slightly uncomfortable and annoyed when it shouldn't. That was none of my business.

I don't know what came over me but these past months, I have looked forward to being at the office because I know I will get a chance to see her there. There was something about her that enticed me but I covered it up with hostility.

I knew that it wouldn't last for long though. Soon enough I'd have to discover what it is and confront it. That was my last though before I drifted off into sleep.

***

The next day

It was 8:15am and Sophia is nowhere to be found!

When did she start coming late to work? I've always known her for being punctual, it's unlike her to not be in the office by this time.

Just then my door opened without a knock and it was... Sophia?

"Good morning Mr Wilson. I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up a bit by the traffic. Here's your coffee." She hurried over to me and placed it on my table.

I slowly took in her appearance and noticed that she was looking significantly different from what she usually does.

The hair which she tied in a ponytail at all times had finally been let down over her shoulders. Only now do I realise how long and wavy her hair is. It looked so pretty and all I wanted to do was run my hands through them. Her dressing had also changed. Her clothes were more fitted and showed more skin. She was wearing a white shirt with the first two buttons undone and a brown pencil skirt which barely reached her knees. The pumps she wore on her feet were almost the same colour of her beautiful milky skin and now that I saw her curves, I realized that she is actually a grown woman.

Why hadn't I noticed all this femininity in her before?

I had always thought Sophia was pretty and mildly attractive, but I'd never felt such intense attraction towards her... until now.

I knew she was out of bounds because she was my personal assistant. And she was also young. She was 22 compared to my 28 years of age, but that didn't matter now. My brain had suddenly taken an interest in her.

I could feel the front of my slacks tighten because of this new version of Sophia and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Sir are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes. I'm fine." I said shifting closer to my desk so I could hide my lower body beneath it. I reached for my coffee with shaky hands and ended up spilling everything on my desk because I wasn't able to hold onto the cup properly.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Mr Wilson was the coffee too hot?"

"No, err..."

It wasn't your fault.

"Don't worry I'll clean this up right away."

She quickly gathered the files on my desk so they don't get soiled and sashayed to my private restroom.

I felt like I'd lost control completely. I couldn't help but stare at her round perky bottom in that new skirt as she strode in and out of the restroom.

What the fuck is she doing to me? Why now?!

She came back with two large towels. She used one to wipe my desk clean and then she used the other for the floor.

I hissed when she leaned down to wipe the floor. Her glorious bottom was angled perfectly to my view. I had to suppress the groan that threatened to slip out of me by biting down hard on my tongue.

"All done sir." She said rising up. "I'll go and make a copy of all these damaged files. Do you want another cup of coffee?"

"Uhhh... Yes please."

"Okay sir." She strode out.

What the fuck just happened?

Sophia Parker

I'm normally never late to work. But today, I was 15 minutes late! That was because I had put in a lot more effort on my appearance than I usually would. I even applied makeup on my face.

I wanted to see if I could get Mr Wilson's attention and if I started dressing like his usual picks, then maybe he will finally notice me. I would normally wear loose skirts and trousers to work but today I am wearing something so tight that I can hardly spread my legs. My shirt was also 2 times smaller than my real size, I couldn't do up the first two buttons.

I felt so uncomfortable in these heels but this is what Mr Wilson likes. His usual girlfriends always wear killer heels anytime they show up to his office.

I didn't even get the chance to go to my own office first because I'm so late. I just went straight to the kitchen and prepared Mr Wilson's coffee. I left my bag there and rushed into his office without even knocking.

"Good morning Mr Wilson. I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up a bit by the traffic. Here's your coffee." I hurried inside and placed it on his table.

He didn't chastise me for being late, in fact he didn't say anything. He just looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. I couldn't make out how he felt about this because he just stared with a straight face, with his mouth slightly hanging open.

What if he doesn't like it?

Maybe I went overboard because this was obviously not what I usually look like.

I suddenly felt nervous and instantly regretted doing this. I also saw Mr Wilson shift uncomfortably.

Great, now I'm making him uncomfortable.

"Sir are you okay?" I asked because he looked off-base.

"Yes. Yes. I'm fine" He said reaching for his coffee.

I was about to fill him in on his diary for today but he dropped his cup spilling the coffee everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Mr Wilson was the coffee too hot?"

I had been in such a hurry that I didn't let the coffee cool down before I gave it to him. I myself noticed it was very hot when I held it on my way here. Now some documents on his table were ruined.

Why can't you just get anything right Sophia!

"No, err..."

"Don't worry I'll clean this up right away." I said, trying to fix things.

I gathered the files from his desk and hurriedly went to his washroom to get two towels. I cleaned his desk first then I cleaned the floor.

This wasn't an easy task because I had to crouch and I felt like my skirt would rip into two at any given second. It would be so embarrassing if that actually happened.

I managed to clean up successfully without ripping my skirt and I asked Mr Wilson if he needed another cup of coffee since the first one went to waste. He said yes and I went and got him another one.

This time I took my time and managed to make his coffee at a decent temperature. When I returned to the office he finally spoke to me.

"You were late today Miss Parker."

"I know, I'm sorry. Like I said there was a bit of traffic."

"I don't think so Sophia. The roads were very free on my way to work this morning."

"Yes... They were actually. But the traffic... it was just outside my street! There was an accident and it took time for..."

"No excuses Sophia. Don't be late next time." He snapped.

"Yes sir." I placed the second cup of coffee on his table.

We stayed silent for a couple moments and I could feel him starring at me again like he did earlier. I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin. I cleared my throat but he didn't stop looking at me. I decided to say something to fill in the awkward silence.

"Umm, so today Mr Alfred Lewis will be coming in by 10:00am. You have a conference with Holt Industries and they will be coming in by 2:00pm. I have already prepared papers for both meetings. Also the budgets of all departments have not been reviewed in 3 months. Assumptions have been made since and the quality of projections has been reduced. All the divisions are planning on having a session by the end of today and they would like you to be present to give your approval and to finalize their decision." I said.

Still nothing from him.

"Mr Wilson!"

"Yes! Yes! What did you say?" he looked like his mind was somewhere far away and I'd just brought him back.

"Weren't you listening to me?" I asked incredulously.

"I was... but you were talking really fast."

"Okay, I guess I'd better email you your diary for today." I turned to exit. I found that so odd because he'd never once complained about the speed at which I spoke.

"Wait!" He said.

I turned back, expecting him to say something but he just kept starring.

Okay, this is really getting weird. He's looking at me like I'm some strange animal from another planet. I definitely shouldn't have dressed up. I'm sure he noticed I tried hard today and it doesn't suit me. He's probably making fun of me in his head. Now I feel so embarrassed.

"You know what, never mind. You can leave."

With that I rushed out of his office like lightning. I can't face him again today, not like this. I don't know what was wrong with me.

Did I actually think this would work?

Clearly it didn't and now he just sees me as some poor little girl who is trying so hard to be attractive but failing woefully. This whole stunt I pulled has only made things worse.

I sat on my desk and emailed his diary to him. Then I began to type new copies of all the soiled documents each. Thank goodness they weren't so many and didn't have much words on them.

Every now and then, I looked at Mr Wilson through the corner of my eye through my open blinds and I would catch him looking at me. I wanted to close my blinds so badly because I couldn't work comfortably. After about an hour of debating, I stood up and closed it.

I went over to the marketing department to meet Phoebe and to also ask her for help! This whole thing was her idea in the first place! The moment she saw me approaching her jaw dropped.

"Oh my gosh! Sophia is this you?!"

"In the flesh." I said sitting down at the corner of her desk

"You look so amazing, I see you went through with my plan. So tell me, how did it go?"

"Ugh! Terrible! He just starred at me like I was some strange object from Mars. I shouldn't have done this."

"Or... maybe he was astonished by how much beauty his personal assistant has been hiding all this while." She wagged her eyebrows.

"I doubt that he felt that way."

"Nope, I'm sure that he did. You look so good." She encouraged.

"Trust me Phoebe, you should have seen the way he looked at me."

"Sophia! You're not as repulsive as you think you are. Any guy that sees you like this and doesn't feel a thing is either gay or something is wrong with them."

Mr Wilson is definitely not gay. That still doesn't put him in the category of guys attracted to me though. I like how Phoebe is so optimistic. But as a realist, I can't totally believe some of what she says.

"Sophia!"

I snapped my head toward the voice only to see Mr Wilson himself. He is looking at me angrily like I'd done something wrong.

"You disappeared for half an hour only for me to find you here chatting! Is that what I pay you for? To chat?"

Half an hour???

"No sir, I was just asking Phoebe-"

"To my office now!" he ordered and walked away.

I gave Phoebe the 'I told you so look' before running after him. Now she would believe me when I say this man has no interest in me whatsoever. By the time I got to his office he was already sitting on his chair. A huge pile of files were in front of him.

"I need you to organise all these files into their respective folders and arrange them in the shelf just there." He said pointing to the shelf across his desk.

"Yes, sir." I said politely because I know that I'd already pissed him off enough today. Being late, bringing him hot coffee and now being caught chatting.

Let's not make any more mistakes again now, Sophia.

I picked up the huge lever arch folders but they were so heavy that some fell from my hands and scattered all over the floor on my way before I could reach the shelf.

The noise was loud enough to get his attention, but I couldn't.

Why do I always embarrass myself in front of this man.

I got on my knees in mortification and began to stack the files again.

Surprisingly, I felt him beside me. He had crouched down to also help me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body because we were so close. I froze and looked up into his blue eyes and saw him starring at mine as well.

For a moment I had a tunnel vision, focusing on his face.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door and he moved away from me swiftly. I suddenly missed the proximity.

"Come in" he said standing up and leaving me to sort out the rest by myself. It was Alice, his secretary.

"Sir, your 10:00am is here." She said.

"Send him in."

After a few moments Mr Alfred Lewis walked into the office. He was one of our clients and his company specialises in telecommunications.

"Alfred, how nice to see you again." Mr Wilson said to him but he didn't even acknowledge his greeting. Instead he just stared a me unbelievably.

"Sophia?" He finally asked.

"Yes, good morning Mr Lewis."

"Wow, you look different. Very beautiful, I must add."

At least someone noticed!

"Thank you sir." I smiled.

I could see Mr Wilson from the side of my eye. He had narrowed his eyes and was glaring at Mr Lewis.

"Back to work Sophia!" He scolded me.

Him and Mr Lewis began talking but all the while I could feel his eyes on me, which was embarrassing because when I had to reach up to put a folder into the top shelf, I had to pull down my skirt because it kept rising up anytime I stretched.

When I was finally done, I scrambled out of the office. It was almost lunch time and I couldn't miss lunch because we were having a conference meeting at 2:00pm which would be extremely long and demanding.

I sat on my desk for a little while and when it was 1:00pm I left the building with Phoebe to get lunch.