Page 7 of Protective Boss
“Are you done with your projects for the day?”
“No, sir, I’m sorry for the delay, I was planning on finishing them up now,” she replies, looking sheepish.
I search her face as if that will give me a clue to whatever is going on in that pretty head of hers, but she maintains that damn professional facade that never fails to grate on my nerves.
"I see…" I murmur awkwardly, finding myself at a loss for words. What I really want to ask is why she looked so sad moments ago, but I can't seem to find the right words to express myself. It's simply not in my place. But I fucking hate the fact that she's going through a hard time.
Whatever the problem is, I want to hold her in my arms and comfort her, kiss her forehead and lashes, and those plump sexy lips…
I clear my throat lightly, catching myself just before my thoughts slip into forbidden territory. Even at that, I can already feel my cock rearing in my pants. These days, I'm like a fucking teenager with a crush. All it takes is a thought of her and I'm hard as rock.
I shift uncomfortably in my chair, swallowing down the curse words that rise in my throat. "You can leave for the day," I say crisply, casually flipping open the file in front of me in a bid to avoid her gaze.
“What?” She looks more confused than ever. Great, maybe this wasn’t the right move.
“I’m heading out shortly for meetings and won’t be back in the office until tomorrow. I just thought, since I won’t be here, there’s really no need for you to be here either,” I say with a small laugh, hoping to ease some of the tension between us. I usually remain stoic in front of my employees, but there is something about Bianca that makes me want to show her that I am a real man with emotions, needs, and desires.
She gives me a small smile and a muttered “thank you” before retreating back to her desk and leaving for the day.
I am so fucked.
Still half-hard at the thought of her, I start to wonder if it’s even worth the trouble of keeping her around. Sure, I’ll never find a replacement better than her, but I can’t take the burning desire anymore. I need to do something about it.
Chapter Four
Bianca
I was shocked, but relieved, when Jason sent me home yesterday. I needed the time to gather my thoughts, to think about what to do about Oliver’s adoption case. He’s been mine for four years, I can’t lose him, he is my son.
I’ve already given up so much to keep Oliver, my college experience, my personal life, I mean, I’m still a virgin for God’s sake. It was all worth it for him, but now that his birth father has come back into the picture, I’m questioning how this could even be happening to me. I need to make a plan.
Just as I resign myself to spending the morning spiraling in my bed, I hear a soft “Mommy?” I look to see Oliver standing by my doorway in his cute little dinosaur pajamas, whose buttons are adorably misaligned because he insisted on doing them himself. Like every morning, his short brown hair is disheveled, sticking up in every direction, his beautiful blue-gray eyes half-glazed with sleep. My heart instantly fills up with warmth and a familiar sense of fulfillment that his presence never fails to invoke. I can never get tired of the picture he makes when he comes into my room like this every morning.
“Hey, Puppy,” I say, holding out my arms with a big smile. “Want to join mommy in bed?”
His little face lights up as he bobs his head with a toothy smile. He runs over and climbs into my bed, snuggling close to me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. I remain that way for a while, soaking in his warmth. He's all the comfort I need. Even now, I feel so much better. Oliver starts to wiggle after a while and I let him go, laughing at his antics.
“Did you sleep well, baby?” I ask, gently cupping his cheek in my palm.
“Yah,” he mutters, his voice still groggy with sleep. “No monsters in my sleep because Dino protect me.”
Dino is his stuffed Dinosaur. Oliver can't sleep without it and always tells stories of how it protected him from sleep monsters.
“I see,” I mutter, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. “All thanks to Dino the Hero.”
Oliver gives me a toothy smile and furrows deeper into my arms. "Want to get ready for school?" I ask, glancing at the bedside clock again.
“No,” he grumbles, and I chuckle in response.
“Why not?”
“There's a bug in my stomach… I think.”
“A bug?” I ask, trying but failing to keep a straight face. Oliver comes up with the most ridiculous things when he doesn't want to go to school, and I know just how to get him to go.
“That sounds serious, how about we go see the doctor?
He scrunches up his face, shaking his head vigorously. "No, mommy. Can I go to the park with you and Aunt Ronnie instead?"