“Oh? You wear glasses now?”
“Quite observant, are we, Jax?”
“No, I just mean…I didn’t see them yesterday, and before—”Fuck, why did I bring that night up?
“You’re correct. I do wear glasses now. Just these readers, and, honestly, they don’t come out all that often. Mostly when I’m staring at my computer or some sort of text.” He chuckles, “I guess that’s what I get for getting older. Now, I’m going to spend the next little bit of time before my meeting trying to get something written in regards to my own article. If you don’t mind, please go see Becca regarding what the first meeting is about and what I need to know going into it.”
He shifts slightly in his seat, directing his attention away from me, and I take it as my cue to leave, off on my first real task as his personal assistant.
Today was even more exhausting than yesterday, something I could’ve assumed was a given, but I was on my feet basically all fucking day. We were both borderline running from one meeting to another. We had about thirty minutes to shovel food down our gullets before it was off to the races again. I’m surprised we were actually able to finish everything by the close of business. Thisexplains the copious amount of papers strewn about his desk in no particular order. This definitely isn’t an ADHD thing; instead, it’s a lack of time and resources thing.
“You did good today,” Kai says as we enter the elevator together.
My body heats at his praise, something that should definitely not be happening with not only my boss, but the one I swore I wouldn’t think about like that again. “I tried. I promise I’ll get better. Just learning it all.”
“Honestly, I have no doubts you’ll be amazing. No worries from me. If we’re struggling in a few months, then we’ll talk about additional ways to support you, but you’re okay. Give yourself some grace. I told you yesterday, we’re both learning. Who knows how this is going to go, but the best way is up.”
The doors ding open, and we walk next to each other until we reach his car and it’s time to split ways.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yep, see you tomorrow,” I say as I throw a wave over my shoulder and keep walking. I barely even process getting into my car, driving back to my apartment, and getting in the door. All I know is that I’m sitting naked, hair dripping wet, a towel around my waist as I eat the takeout from last night.
Is this my life now? Just endless nights of exhaustion?
I try to remind myself it’s literally only day two of this job. I can do hard things;thisis what I wanted—but it’s really hard to see the light when my mind is telling me all I did today was fuck up. There were no papers ready, no knowledge about what the meetings were about or why we needed them. We both looked like fish out of water, and that’s not how I like to be perceived. I’d rather be the one with a good head on their shoulders than the clear newbie at the ripe old age of thirty-five.
Regardless, I made my bed, so now I guess I get to lie in it.
I finish my leftovers and throw the box away before I curl into a ball in the middle of my bed, ensuring my comforter is pulled all the way to my chin. What the fuck did I do?
CHAPTER TWELVE
KAI
I knowit’s only Tuesday, but I’m already beyond exhausted. To add insult to injury, I can’t keep my dick from hardening whenever he’s around. It really feels like I’m a horny teenager, just getting turned on from the breeze blowing the wrong way.
It leads me to tonight, sitting in this cold shower trying to will myself to deflate, because it has to be wrong for me to jack off to the thought of my new assistant, right?
The back of my body has become almost numb to the spray, spinning so the water now hits me directly in the face, and well, the rest of the front of my body too. Even with the water acting as an ice pack, I’m hard as a rock.
I twist the knobs, annoyed over the lack of a resolution before storming out of the shower. It’s not my fault that my brain is constantly replaying the way he looks in my office, and every depraved thing I want to do with him. Clearly the attraction is still there.
The towel runs over my body, my body jerking as the rough fabric runs over the sensitive skin between my legs. It does nothing to bring down the desire coursing through my veins, there’s really only one way to get away from this. If I ignore it,I’m sure I’ll be up all night tossing and turning, which will only lead to me being a complete dick tomorrow since I’m grumpy when I’m overly tired.
Yeah, this will just be to benefit everyone. Not for any other reason than to get him out of my system. I’ll be refreshed and ready to go, making myself the best boss I can be.
Getting into bed, I reach into the bedside table, pop the top on the bottle of lube that I have sitting in there, and coat my length. It’s slippery, slightly cool, but it heats to my body temperature quickly as I work myself from base to tip. I make sure to squeeze the tip, enjoying the extra bit of zing it gives everything overall.
My free hand cups my balls, rolling them in my hand as my legs butterfly open more. Hips thrust up into my hand as his face fills my vision. Those heart-flutter-inducing green eyes, the black hair I want to rake my hands through. His perfect face I want to hold with both hands as I kiss those plush lips. His toned body that I want to admire every inch of as I thrust into him. Slow, hard movements as we both moan in between passionate kisses.
Yeah, that would be perfect. I have a whole vision in my head, it seems so life-like as I work myself, chasing after my orgasm. It’s a blinding heat that starts in my toes and top of my head as my toes curl and back arches as ropes of cum spill from me. My hand continues to work myself, ringing out every drop as my chest heaves and heart pounds away from the confines of my chest.
I’m so royally fucked.
He has taken up every spare spot in my mind since I found out it was him, and seeing him was like coming up to breathe for the first time in a long time. It’s easy between us, fuck it always has. Having him in my space again erupts those butterflies deep in my belly, and has the fire burning deep inside my veins.
Of course he’s a fucking turn on, but it’s so much deeper than that. It’s like seeing my best friend for the first time in years, although we were never that close. I just want to know everything, and catch up on life. Get to know every little fucking detail about his life, his likes and dislikes, his wants and desires. What his favorite food is, how does he spend his free time, all the things that only those closest to him know. None of the mundane stuff that a boss gets to know, no. Even then, I want to know even more. I want to know everything a lover would.