Chapter Nine – I don’t think of you in such ways.

Alyssa

I am out sitting in Wyatt’s backyard with a glass of wine. He is inside making dinner. I am in complete awe of the place. It is beautiful, and I have never seen anything like it. However, one thing I’m curious about is a room he didn’t show me. It was a locked door, and when I asked him why I couldn’t see it, he said our relationship would need to be different before I could. I don’t know what the hell it means, but he’s hiding something for sure. It’s none of my business, but I can’t help but wonder.

I can’t believe I’m at my boss’s house having dinner. This was never part of my plan. Yet, here I am, relaxing in his beautiful yard, next to his swimming pool and enjoying a glass of expensive wine. I hope we can get back to our normal dynamic after the weekend. I preferred it when we were boss and assistant, nothing more.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear Wyatt approach from behind. He smiles as he reaches the table, setting my plate down before taking his seat across from me.

“Coconut chicken with cauliflower rice and mixed veg.”

It looks good, but the portion is too much for me.

“It looks delicious, but I won’t manage it all,” I reply.

Wyatt doesn’t seem impressed. He raises his eyebrow. “You will be eating it all. I know you only had coffee for breakfast.”

God, here we go again with this bullshit. “If I can’t manage it, I am not forcing myself to eat it, Wyatt. Stop trying to tell me what to do when it comes to things that have nothing to do with you.”

“I am only looking out for you,” he replies, the annoyance in his voice evident.

I don’t react. I focus on my dinner. I take my first bite and groan loudly. Oh my god, it tastes so damn good. Maybe I will eat it all.

I lift my head to look up at Wyatt. “This has to be one of the best things I have ever tasted.” I smile.

“Good. I am happy you are enjoying it.”

How many other talents does he have? My mind wanders where it shouldn’t as I eat. Naughty things. He seems talented everywhere else; I’m sure he’s probably the same in the bedroom. I don’t understand where these thoughts are coming from. Not once have I had such thoughts about my boss until yesterday. It’s his fault for being all flirty and seductive.

I sense his eyes burning into me. “What?” I ask, meeting his gaze.

“Why are you flushed all of a sudden? I know it isn’t the food because it’s spicy.”

Damn it! I didn’t even notice I was.

I rack my brain for an answer before he figures out what’s causing my flushing.

“It’s the wine. It always makes me a little flushed in the face.”

He takes a sip of his scotch and leans back in his chair. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I am not lying,” I protest.

He smirks. “Yes, you are. You shift in your seat and wriggle your nose when you lie.”

“What?”

How can he know that? He has never studied me closely enough.

“You heard me. I know your tells. I know all your tells and can read your body language easily.”

“Well, if you know me so well, what am I really thinking?” I ask smugly, because he won’t figure it out.

“Oh, you want to play that game? Okay, let’s play. You’ve seen or sides of me today. Other talents I have, and you can’t help but wonder where else I am talented.”

Chapter Nine – I don’t think of you in such ways.

He has a sly look on his face and says each word with confidence. I try to keep it together. I don’t need to give myself away any more than I already have.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I try to sound confident, but my words come out in a stammer. Wyatt swings his chair around to face me. He grabs mine and pulls me closer.

“You know exactly what I mean, Alyssa.”

I shake my head and chew on my lip nervously. He places his hand on my thigh, and I shudder under it.

Wyatt’s face inches closer to mine. The warmth of his breath tickles my lips, and I swallow hard.

“You can’t help but be curious about my skills in the bedroom. You wonder if I am as good in there as I am everywhere else. You can deny it, but once again, it is written all over your face and in your body language.” He rasps, his eyes staring straight into mine.

“I–I–I d-d-don’t think about you in such ways,” I whisper.

His hand massages my thigh. “Yes, you do. And to answer your question, yes, I am incredible in the bedroom. I could make you come without even touching you between your thighs. Tell me, have you ever had multiple orgasms, I mean, in one go?”

Oh God! I squeeze my thighs, hating the throbbing between my thighs and my erect nipples. Thank God I have a thick jumper on, or he would see my excitement. Why is he doing this to me?

He stares intensely at me, waiting for my reply.

I shake my head. “No,” I breathe out.

“Well, isn’t that disappointing? I have no problems making that happen every time. I can make women weak and scream in ways you can’t even imagine. No one ever leaves my bedroom disappointed.”

His low and raspy tone causes a shudder to run through me.

“W–w–why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you wanted to know but were too afraid to ask.” He replies with a shrug.

It is time for me to pull myself together. “I hope you don’t think I want you because I don’t.” I state firmly.

He laughs loudly. “Yes, you do; you don’t realize it yet.”

I scoff and move his hand from my thigh, turning away from him and getting back to eating before it gets cold. He mutters under his breath. I can’t work out what he says before he takes his seat back around to his spot to eat his dinner.

I try to ignore the heat that has now risen between my thighs. I am turned on, something I will never admit to him. His ego is already massive, and I don’t need it to grow any bigger. I won’t be able to look at him for a while. I wouldn’t be surprised if my pupils were dilated and my eyes were darker than normal. It would be other signs he would pick up on.

It is best for me to leave soon. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t want to stay much longer in case he starts again. I will not know how to deal with it. God, I hope it isn’t a taste of what will happen this weekend. We will be forced to be close since we are sharing a room. I still have time to find a way out of it. Who am I kidding? If I pull out, I won’t have a job come Monday.

I will need to suck it up and get it over with.