Page 13 of His Obsession

“I was in the area, just get in.”

I gave him a questioning look. "Why do I feel that isn't necessarily accurate?"

He shrugged one shoulder and sat upright, tugged his sleeves, and adjusted his cuff links. I looked around his vehicle to Lucy’s old rust wagon. I guessed I didn't really have much of a choice since he was blocking me in. Plus, I wouldn’t have to pick Lucy up from the club tonight.

I spent a few more moments contemplating this recent development; I shrugged. “Fine, but I’m going to need a ride home then,” I said, heaving myself inside. It was more difficult than I thought it would be in my form-fitting, knee-length skirt. I barely had my seatbelt buckled when Randall wasted no time turning out on the main road.

“I think we can arrange that. How was your evening?” he asked, curiosity raising his voice.

I glanced at him, a little heat touching my cheeks. I didn’t want a reminder of the fiasco last night.

“Uneventful,” I lied. I attempted to keep my eyes from wandering all over his body, but I was failing big time. This man gave me feelings that I hadn’t experienced in a long while. I didn't know how to explain it, but I couldn't keep the blush from my cheeks or the smile from cracking my lips—it was pathetic. “Yours?”

“Very eventful.”

Oh, I just bet it was, Mr. Rich Man.

I bet all his nights had fight clubs, booze, and women. An awkward silence filled the car, and I caught the scent of something familiar. I closed my eyes as the memory of my face against his hard chest, inhaling his cologne, and his terse warning, fluttered beneath my lashes. I flexed my thighs closer together just to ease the tingle between my legs.Look out the window, Liz. It’s amazing how smells can awaken sleeping memories.

God, what is wrong with me? He is my boss. A man with anger issues that takes it out on others with violence, who does that? Besides, it would end in nothing but disaster. But it’s hard to ignore his presence sitting next to me. The man’s confidence bleeds into a room like a gunshot wound turned critical. I sipped my drink and pursed my lips together, so I didn’t moan from my coffee-induced pleasure.

“Are you?” he asked, breaking the silence and pointing.

“Am I what?” I replied, following his finger to the lettering on my coffee mug.

“Sassy?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” I grinned.Oh my God, am I flirting?

“Oh, I would,” he said, leaning closer to me.

My breath caught in my chest, and the butterflies fluttered. The corner of my lips turned up in a smile, and I looked back out the window. "I have my moments."

“I bet you do,” he said, leaning back into his seat.

I couldn’t handle it, the vehicle was suddenly hot, and I couldn’t stop squirming. What was it about Alek that made me want to wrap my legs around him and ride him all night?Jesus, Liz, get your mind out of the gutter.

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I stood at my desk,taking in the infinite amount of paperwork I still had left to do today. I threw down my purse under my desk and put my coffee mug on its permanently glued coaster attached to my desk. Someone tried stealing them every so often. I would say it was the ladies over in the finance department. They looked like thieves.

“Hey, have you seen Mr. Donovan today?” Becca asked, coming to stand next to me.

“No, he hasn’t come in yet,” I said.

“Have you talked to him at all?” Her brows pinched together, and she frowned.

“No, the phone hasn’t made a noise. Did everything go okay at the doctor's yesterday? Maybe he is just taking a day to recover,” I suggested. I knew I would after having a dull pen shoved through my hand. That had to be painful.

“It went fine.” Becca nodded, wringing her hands together. “He had a few stitches, and then he took a cab home. Maybe you’re right.” She shrugged. “It’s just not like him not to call at least.”

I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Becca, I’m sure he is fine. His pride got hurt along with his hand. I bet he’ll be in tomorrow,” I assured her. She was right, Mr. Donovan never missed a day. If he ever did, it was few and far between, and he always called to have Becca fill in for him. Then, again, I bet he had never had a pen go through his hand during a meeting before, so there was that.

“Yeah, maybe.” Becca turned back to her desk.

Hours later, Alek marched in, looking pissed. After Alek and Randall drove me to work, I took the elevator up by myself. Alek stayed, saying there were phone calls he had to make. Someone must have talked his ear off.

“Becca, where is Donovan?” Alek said with a gruff voice. You could see the irritation, and it made you want to run for cover.