Up Close and Personal by Magda Alexander

Author:Magda Alexander [Alexander, Magda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00YAZASQW
Publisher: Hearts Afire Publishing
Published: 2015-07-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

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Caitlyn

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I wake up sluggish and bleary-eyed. No wonder. I did not get much sleep last night. I kept replaying the scene in the library over and over again. I regret remaining behind. He’d given me the opportunity to leave. If I’d had any sense, I would have, but I was beyond tempted by his voice, his words, his scent. His hunger for me. I’ve never had a man want me that much.

But he’s my boss, my employer. I was hired as his personal assistant, not his plaything. Problem is I liked what he did to me. Those kisses in the dark and the way he touched me, licked me, savored me. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. I was tempted to do the same to him, even though I’ve never done such a thing before. I could never bring myself to pleasure my ex-boyfriend that way, even though many a time he’d begged. I’m way too intimidated to touch Sterling the same way he touched me. Besides, it’s something that can’t happen again. Not ever. I’ll just have to keep everything on a business level and never get caught with him in the dark again.

It’s Sunday morning which means Belgian waffles and strawberries. Two weeks ago I would have killed for such food, but today I can’t drum up much enthusiasm for breakfast. Because it means I will have to face him. While in the shower, I entertain the idea of hiding all day in my room. I could phone Moseley and ask for my meals to be brought to me. But that would brand me a coward, and that’s something I’m not.

After dressing in a pair of jeans, a blouse and a warm sweater, I drag my feet down the stairs. Because of last night’s party, breakfast is not being served until eleven today. A good thing since I woke up late. But after that, a whole day of nothing awaits me. How will I pass the time? No football today. It’s the break between the playoffs and the Super Bowl. I could always bone up on the finance book Sterling’s VP of Finance recommended. Or maybe I could catch a movie. But it’s beyond freezing out there. The weather forecasters are calling for a wind chill of -5 degrees. The thought of going out leaves me cold in more ways than one.

I enter the dining room fully expecting to see him at the head of the table, his usual spot. Except he’s not. Maybe he’s having his breakfast served in his room. From something Moseley said, it’s something he used to do before I worked for him.

“Good morning, Ms. Bennett.” Moseley, polite as always, greets me.

I dredge up a simple, “Morning,” with no enthusiasm to my voice. Why am I disappointed Sterling’s not here when I dread seeing him again? It makes no sense. And yet, there it is.

Silently, he fills my glass with what appears to be orange juice, except the glass is a flute so it’s probably mimosa—orange juice and champagne.

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