Falling for the Boss: Part 4

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The Re-Kindling

Arriving at the restaurant, we were quickly shown to a quiet table. After placing our orders we were then left alone albeit briefly. Reaching across the table, Evan took my hands and covered them with his. His thumb slowly drawing circles on my palm.

"I have some explaining to do. Don’t I?" He queried in a deep rumble.

"I am confused, Evan", I admitted softly, "you have been ignoring me, but making sure that I am looked after not to mention this intense tension between us and the kiss."

"I am sorry, Sweetheart. You have no idea, how dear you are to me but I couldn't get closer to you until I was free to do so. I couldn't even let you know how I felt about you. That night in my office... I had to dig deep to stop myself from claiming you. From holding you. From kissing you. When you walked out it felt like I was losing a part of me. I know this all sounds a bit heavy but I have had some really strong feelings for you and I couldn't do anything" he repeated, sounding more tortured and devastated by the memory of what he went through over the past months.

The appearance of our server with our food temporarily halted the conversation. However once he left, we did more talking than eating with Evan telling me how his ex-wife tried to dig up dirt on him so as to get more money from him. He spoke of how betrayed he felt when he witnessed her infidelity and her callous behaviour, on how he longed to kiss me the first time we met but put it aside as a temptation that he would never succumb too because he was married. How proud he was of my efforts within the company especially how I had turned the administration team around to become integral support to the operations. In turn, I mentioned how my feelings were in turmoil ever since I met him and how helpless and torn I felt that, especially that night in his office.

We had so much to talk about and would have kept going but the restaurant had to close for the night and they were very apologetic about it. Back in the car, Evan pulled me tight against his side after giving the driver my address. He must have got it from HR as I didn't recall giving it to him. Conscious of the driver, I was happy to just cuddle though he was driving me slowly to a fever pitch of wanting! His hand gently stroked my arm, my hip. The air between us was charged and I felt like I would combust at any moment.

The drive to my apartment was a blur. I vaguely heard Evan say something to his driver before he walked me into the foyer. Once inside, he turned to me. Tilting my face up with one hand, his eyes caressed my face before swooping in to claim my lips. The kiss started of gentle, but got intense really quickly. My hands slid up his chest to clasp his neck and to then the back of his head pulling him in, deepening the kiss.

He suddenly wrenched his lips away, softly cursing, his fingers digging into my waist "Which one is yours?" he asked, jaw tight with his barely controlled passion.

Correctly interpreting his request, I took his hand and led him up to the second floor. He was hot on my heels. I had barely got the door open, before he took control. Shutting the door, while at the same time, pushing me up against the wall, his mouth swooped down to claim mine in a searing open mouthed kiss. Our tongues duelling, stroking, sucking. I lost all feeling in my legs under the ferocity of this kiss and it was a good thing he was holding me up. I moaned as his lips left mine to move across my face to my ear and neck, one of his hands at my neck holding me tight whilst his other caressed its way down to my arse, squeezing and finally lifting me and pulling me closer to bludging erection. Claiming my lips again, he assaulted my senses with a fierceness that rocked me anew. Like me he was barely holding on. I wanted more.

With my hands clasped around his neck, threaded through his hair, holding on, I moaned into his mouth while I rubbed my core shamelessly over the hard length of his cock, trying to ease the intense pressure that was gathering in force within me. Moving his hands, he gripped my waist tight to hold me still. With a deep groan, he gentled the kiss before pulling away and rested his forehead on mine for a moment giving us a moment to get our breath back. Pulling back slightly he looked deep into my eyes, before he turned round and carried me over to the couch.

Setting me down, he slowly undressed me, placing kisses on my chin, shoulder while his hands were busy. I soon stood before him, wearing just a flush, my skin felt so sensitive, craving his touch. His gaze was riveted on my face, watching my every emotion, before it moved down my body ever so slowly. My body seemed to flower under his scrutiny. Bringing his gaze back to mine, the intensity in his eyes, made my already overly aroused body grow heavier and the throb between my legs intensified.

With a growl, he swung into action, quickly removing his clothes with such haste that before I knew it, I was back in his arms, his lips seemed to be sucking my breath away. My body flush against his hard length. Skin on skin. His hands like mine were everywhere. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other, our movements were frantic and the sensations were overwhelming.

Lowering me down onto the couch, he followed, his body once again covered mine, his lips caressed one swollen nipple, while his other hand cupped my other breast lightly pinching the nipple. Moving to my other breast, he laved at the nipple, his other hand, moving slowly down my body to where I most needed him.

"You are so wet," he huskily murmured and parted me with his fingers, sliding one long finger into me.

I couldn't speak, all my senses were centred on what he was doing to me between my legs. I clutched the cushions by my head as he added another finger, thrusting them in and out.

"I have to be in you. I can't wait", he said sounding dangerously close to edge. He left me but he was back so quick, that I didn’t get a chance to miss the searing heat of his body. Tearing a foil packet and rolled on a condom over his thick cock.

Leaning over me, he placed his arms on either side of my face and leaned in, using his arms to keep most of his weight of me. Bracketing my face in this manner, he leaned in further and took my lips in a searing kiss and thrust into me. My back arched and I groaned into his kiss, breaking away on a sob. It was too much. He set a furious rhythm, his whole hard body, tense, sweat breaking out but he didn't let up. My hips rose up to meet his thrusts and I screamed his name as I came. Evan followed, his hands on my hips, holding on tight as his whole body tensed. The pleasure was so intense, that I felt wrung out and boneless. We stayed like that for a while, getting out breath back.

"Your mine", Evan murmured as he eased out of me slowly. He quickly discarded the condom and gathered me in his arms as he rolled to the side of the couch, tucking me tight against him.

I was his. I think I was his from the first day we met and now I couldn't imagine having a life without him knowing how he felt about me. Agreed we hadn't said the words to each other, but his actions, the way he made love to me, all screamed out that he cared. He cared a lot.

That night, we barely slept. We talked in-between bouts of intense and frantic lovemaking and by morning, I found myself promising that I would move in with him in a months’ time, when my lease was up.

The Future

Six months later, we are still crazy about each other. I am fully entwined in his life and I can’t imagine not having him by my side. He is the breath of air that I need to survive, my rock, and he is my best friend. The love of my life.

To make things easy for us at work, I found a fantastic position which offered great benefits and so much more opportunity. Evan had wanted me to stay on so that I was close by, however he relented when I told him that the company was located next door and that this would eliminate any snide comments and insubordination that I could potentially face if I stayed on along with boost my career would get from this opportunity.

Our days were filled with laughter and our nights were scorching hot! One night, he surprised me by proposing while I lay lax and pliable after a long bout of slow, real slow lovemaking which left me hoarse from all the screaming and panting as he brought me to four intense climaxes before he took his own pleasure from my body. Saying yes, I kissed him senseless, my last thoughts before falling into a deep sleep, was how blessed for having met this gorgeous and loving man.

Copyright Tia J. Lee 2014

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Falling for the Boss: Part 3

Please be advised that the following story is intended for an adult audience. Thank you!

The Unraveling

I didn't see much of Evan over the next few months. When we did cross paths, the casual banter was practically non-existent but his gaze on me was heavy and smouldering. I heard from Macy that his divorce was close to be finalised and that he was throwing himself into one venture after the other to keep busy. On more than one occasion, she expressed her worry over his state of mind. No-one else seemed concerned but I totally agreed with her. I worried about him and I wished that I could just walk up to him and offer everything I had so that he could feel better. But that was a daydream, one that I had no right to indulge in, no matter what my heart felt.

A few days after the "moment" with Evan in his office, HR called Betty in for a meeting. Whatever was discussed had her in a seriously angry mood. She had stormed into her office with two security guards and the HR Manager in her wake, swearing the whole time she packed up her belongings and was then escorted out of the building. Apparently she had been accused of being a bully and had been caught stealing money from the office management account.

With Betty no more, I got offered the job with the promise of management training and whatever else I deemed essential that would make me succeed in this new role. It was highlighted to me that everyone was aware that I had been "doing" the job while Betty took the credit so I shouldn't have any issues with the transition. I was ecstatic. The responsibility was enormous but I knew I was up to the challenge and it was definitely a huge step up from what I was doing. Lady luck was still looking after me and I had Macy to thank as her recommendation carried a lot of weight. I also had a feeling that Evan might have had something to say about the matter but had nothing to substantiate this feeling.

With my new responsibilities, I couldn't help Macy out as much as I used to, however we did try and go out for lunch every so often and it was through these encounters I kept up to date with how Evan was tracking emotionally without seeming obviously interested. The gossip rags had plenty to say about his social life with image after image showing him various gorgeous women and every time I caught a glimpse of the latest flavour of the month, my insides twisted horribly. This infatuation with him, had crept up, taking over my emotional state and I needed to shake it as he so obviously was not interested in me irrespective of that little moment that we shared months ago.

I had to move on and shake this unhealthy obsession that I had for Evan. In order to do so, I started seeing Barry, this sweet guy from the accounts division. Although my pulse refused to quicken whenever I was with him, we did get on really well. Tonight was to be our third date.

Macy was super excited for me. She must have called a dozen times to give me tips and pointers. All our conversations ended with her telling me to make sure we kissed. The last time she called, I hung up on her but not after telling her to get back to work or else Evan would skin her.

I heard her chuckle as I placed the receiver down and with a smile on my face I turned back to my computer to finish my report. Just before I started to shut down for the day and head over to the ladies to freshen up, my phone rang. It was Barry.

"Hey Gorgeous, I have some bad news."

"Hi Barry, what's up? Everything OK?"

"Yeah. But I have to take a rain check for tonight. I have to do some cross referencing against the expense accounts and guess what, I have to get it done tonight. The Big Man's request from the sounds of things."

"Oh Barry, that's such a shame. Look you do what you have to. We can always go out another day so no stress."

I couldn't help but feel relived at this turn of events. As much as I liked Barry, I didn't want to lead him on if I felt nothing for him. Being honest with myself, I really couldn't see me with him - we just didn't click. There was no passion. We didn’t share “moments” and neither did we have unspoken conversations with just our eyes. After talking to him a few minutes more, I ended the call reassuring him that I was absolutely fine with the date being cancelled. Well then. It looked like I had a date with a book and whatever leftover food I had in my fridge.

Gathering my things I headed towards the elevator surprised to see that there wasn't a mass exodus taking place. I actually had the elevator all to myself but I spoke too soon as just as the doors began to shut a long fingered, very masculine hand from my fantasies stopped the doors from shutting. As the doors slid open, the owner of the hand, the man I was forever obsessing about stepped in.

My heart rate sped up. Every nerve in my body seemed to crackle with awareness. He turned round to look at me as the elevator made its decent. His gaze was heavy on me. He looked angry, his eyes hard as flint, his mouth clamped so tight, making me gulp. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, I took an involuntary step back. That small movement seemed to anger him even more.

Before I could say anything, the elevator stopped and more people walked in. Rather than move away from me, Evan stepped closer to make room for the others. His arm brushed mine. I held my breath. He shifted to give another some more space and ended up standing slightly behind me in one corner of the elevator. The heat emanating from his body made me swallow hard. I really wanted to lean back into the hard planes of his long, lean body; however, I forced myself to settle down even though my nerves were all over the place. Swallowing hard, I squared my shoulders just as the elevator doors slid open again.

As the others began to exit the elevator, I felt him grasp my elbow, stopping me from leaving with the others. His grip tightened briefly before he firmly but gently escorted me out to the front of the building where his car stood waiting. As he released my arm, he stopped in front of me. Looking up at him, I had to conquer my involuntary reactions to the now gentle and contemplative look in his eyes which was at odds to his expression just a few minutes ago making me lower my eyes in confusion.

"Have dinner with me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I felt like a ninny, unable to utter a coherent word. I felt confused by the turn of events and it must have showed on my face as he reached out and gently pushed stray tendrils of my hair away from my cheek. The beginnings of a smile tipped the corners of his sexy mouth. When he spoke again his voice was infused with warmth.

"Have dinner with me," he repeated.

Finding my voice, I responded softly, "I have plans."

"No you don't", he countered smoothly. "Barry is otherwise tied up and you and I need to talk. No. I need to talk to you." He quickly corrected.

"You... I.... I can't believe you did that." I finally blurted out in a voice that was shaky. "How dare you interfere in my plans with Barry." I continued my voice hardening to the growing anger that now rippled through me. "What gives you the right to decide who I should see and what I should do?"

As his eyes darkening with some emotion, he reached out and cupped my face, murmuring softly "This gives me the right" and then his lips lightly touched mine sending a shock wave right through my entire body.

My thoughts scattered. All my attention was cantered on what his lips were doing. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, forcing my lips open with his thrusting tongue. I was there with him. Returning the kiss with everything I had in me and forgetting where we were, my hands finding perch on his strong, broad shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

He slowly eased back, raising his mouth from mine, looking into my eyes. "Have dinner with me?" he repeated before he placed another soft kiss on my lips.

Unable to refuse him, I nodded. Giving me another quick hard kiss, he took my hand gently and escorting me into his waiting car. Other than give his driver instructions, he spent most of the drive brooding and looking out the window, still holding onto my hand. I used this silence to relive the kiss and analyse what had just transpired. I was honest with myself, relying on my intuition which was jumping up and down in joy as this went much more than just an infatuation and from what I felt in Evan's arms and kiss, it meant something to him too but his current brooding made me doubt my intuition.

Copyright Tia J. Lee 2014

All Rights Reserved.

Falling for the Boss: Part 2

Please be advised that the following story is intended for an adult audience. Thank you!

The Moment

In my sixth month with the company, Betty called me into her office and asked me to close the door. Which only meant, that either I was in trouble or something major was going down that impacted me, somehow! There was no point in trying to figure out what I had done wrong as it could be anything with Betty. She could be tiresome at times and such a nit-picker!

The minute the door shut, she started, "Louise, it has come to my attention that you are spending more and more time assisting Macy, so much so, that the tasks I have given you, are still incomplete and more often than I would like, you are answering phones from the copy room rather than at your desk. I have to say, that this is not acceptable at all.” Not even wanting to hear what I had to say for myself, she continued in her annoying monotone. “Now this is what you are going to do and I will then review your performance at the end of the month."

I semi-tuned out Betty's droning voice. I knew I was not behind on any tasks, which made me think that she was not meeting her KPI's and she was passing the buck. Nodding here and there and making the appropriate sounds saw me through the one-sided meeting. Knowing that Betty was watching where I went after the meeting, I went back to my desk. There was no point in reacting and giving in to my anger. It was just not worth it! I stayed back that night and made sure I told Betty that it was to catch up on the work so that there was no backlog for her. Slightly mollified, she left for the day but not before admonishing me not to stay back too late as I wouldn't get paid overtime!

To be honest, there wasn't much to do and without the constant ringing of the phones and interruptions of other colleagues, I managed to get a fair bit done but then my concentration was broken when Macy walked out.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked not sounding like her normal cool and collected self.

"Catching up on work that Betty needs completed ASAP. Are you done for the day?"

"Yes, I have to go pick Mum up from the airport and it looks like everyone else has gone home, however Evan is still here and...."

As Macy's voice trailed off to silence, I looked up to see that she had stopped near the elevators and turned around to face me. She looked conflicted like she wanted to say something that she shouldn't.

"And?" I prompted, hoping that she would cave and spill what was bothering her.

"Well...” she hesitated briefly, “You can't disturb Evan. Like I said, he is still here."

"Macy, common! Something is troubling you and it’s about Evan isn't it?"

Macy just stood there and looked at me, looking even more conflicted. I had never seen her like this. Must be something big that she was so worried about! I didn't think she would tell me but when her face relaxed and she took a step forward, I held my breath. This was it. She was going to bend her rules and tell me something. And I just knew it was about Evan, the man that I salivated over and wanted to be with.

"Louise, what I am about to tell you must not be repeated. Do you understand what I am saying?"

The urgency and demand in her voice made me quickly nod my head to show her that I understood.

"I don't usually say anything about Evan to anyone, but I am worried about him. Worried, that he will lock up his emotions and become unbearable to work with. He is already so short tempered and working all hours. So what I am about to say, must not be repeated to anyone. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course. Macy. You are scaring me a bit. What is the matter?" I prompted, mentally willing her to say what she wanted before someone or something interrupted the moment. This was about Evan! I needed to know what was going on. Was he hurting? I wanted to ask so many questions, but kept quiet as Macy took a step closer to me.

Taking a deep breath, Macy briefly closed her eyes, before blurting out "Its Evan. As you know he is somewhat married to his work and his wife does not take kindly to it. She has made his life unbearable the last few months with her demands. He has been trying to please her, but no matter what he does or purchase, she is not appeased and her demands have been outrageous. A few weeks back, he thought to surprise her, by heading home early so as to spend the rest of the day with her and found her in bed with someone else."

I gasped in shock and that seemed to encourage her to go on. "Yes, yes, shocking isn't it. He is such a decent man and to be betrayed in such a manner is terrible. He already has things in motion and he is being utterly ruthless about severing all ties and making sure that she gets nothing from him. I know he has been unhappy for a while and has had a few meetings with his lawyers but this has pushed him and given him the leverage, I guess he was looking for.”

“That is terrible, how terribly horrible for him. Did he say anything else to you?”

“That’s the thing, Louise. He hasn’t spoken to me about this. I found out accidentally when I overheard him talking to his lawyers and he asked me to do all this paperwork for him. I shouldn’t even be telling you all this.” Macy was now wringing her hands in despair.

“Hey. Hey. It’s ok.” I consoled her. ”You are upset and needed to talk to someone so don’t beat yourself up over it. I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me. You know that. Don’t you?”

"I know. I am sorry. Look I have to go pick up my mum from the airport. I hate to have just dumped this on you and walk away, but today was an absolute shocker of a day and I guess I needed to let it out. But I do have to go now, I am already running late. Talk tomorrow?"

"Sure. You take it easy and don't stress."

Turning back towards the elevators, Macy replied over her shoulder, "I will try not to... just don't bother Evan if you happen to see him. Bye for now."

"Night!" I called out as she stepped into the waiting elevator.

For a moment, I just sat there staring into space while I processed what little Macy had relayed. I had a lot to take in. He was hurting and that made me sick inside. I needed to figure out what my next course of action would be but I didn't have to wonder for long as the sound of approaching footsteps in the now quiet building broke my concentration. As I looked up toward the sound, Evan came into view and he stopped where he was when he saw me. He looked tired and I had this strong urge to go and hug him.

"What are you still doing here? Everyone gone home?" he asked looking around and running his hand through his already tousled hair.

"Yes, I am about to head home… Umm would you like me to do anything for you before I head out?"

Bringing his gaze back to me, he came closer not stopping till he was at my desk. Still saying nothing, he looked down at me in contemplative silence. I stood still. Barely breathing. Afraid to make a sound. It felt like we were having a moment. Well that's what it felt to me. I still had the urge to touch him, comfort him and it took all I had to hold that urge back. After what felt like an age, he requested some file and for it to be brought to him. With that, he turned around and stalked back to his office.

Digging up the file did not take long. I took a moment to settle my nerves before I walked towards his office. He had left the door open and was sprawled back in his chair with his long legs stretched out. He was in deep thought and at my soft knock, he slightly shifted in his chair so that he was now fully facing me. Not saying anything, he gestured me to come in and held out his hand for the file. I handed it over and turned to head out.

As I crossed the threshold, he finally spoke in that deep voice of his, "Order me something to eat. Macy has the details on her desk. Just tell them it’s my usual and if you are not in a rush, I would appreciate it if you could join me as I need some research done which unfortunately can't wait till tomorrow."

Turning slightly, I nodded in acknowledgement. I didn't think I could have spoken if my very life dependant on it. As I left his office, I could still feel his gaze on me. The minute I was out of sight, I gulped in some much needed oxygen. I found the number, placed the order and called down to let security know that I was expecting food to be delivered.

I didn't go straight back to Evan deciding instead to wrap up what I had been working on and tidy up my area, so Betty did not have another chance to find something wrong with me. The food was delivered fairly quickly. Taking the plated food with me, I headed back to his office and found him standing in front of his window looking out at the city below.

Turning when he heard me, he strode over and took the plates from me and walked to the sitting area located near the window. Gesturing to the couch, he placed the food on the small table before he strode to the discrete mini bar he had in his office.

"Drink?"

"Umm, yes please. Water will be great, thanks."

Pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge, he poured himself a glass of red wine, grabbed a glass and came back to me

Mumbling my thanks, I took the bottle and glass from him. He was broody and didn't seem to want to talk. I got the feeling that he just wanted company and I kept silent in acknowledgement of his silent request. We ate in silence until the clatter of his cutlery broke it. I stopped eating and finally looked at him. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He looked so weary and so alone.

Not knowing what to do, I stood, picked up our plates and took them to the kitchen close by. I didn't think he would eat any more and frankly speaking neither could I. Standing at the door, I hesitated to re-enter the room thinking that he might like to be left alone now.

"Don't go", he whispered.

With those words, I walked back to the couch. Paused and then turned and walked over to him. Needing to know, I finally asked "Are you ok?"

At first I thought he would not answer me. His head was still thrown back and his eyes were still closed. After letting out a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me, the pain visible for just a tiny moment. "Not really but I will be ok", he finally said as he closed his eyes again.

I needed to touch him. To comfort him. But I still hesitated. His whole body language screamed leave me alone. Irrespective of this overwhelming urge to touch him, I again honoured his silent wish. Needing to do something, I started to move away but stopped short when I his hand grabbed my wrist. The feeling that surged through me was intense. Such was the intensity, that I could not stop the shiver that ran through me and I briefly closed my eyes to get back some of my control before I caved in to my urges. Urges that involved curling up in his lap and having my wicked way with him.

Feeling his gaze on my face, I looked down into his eyes which had darkened and seemed burn with an intensity that spoke to my heart. Maintaining eye contact and still holding my hand, he slowly stood up. His hand slowly, ever so slowly slid up my arm, my neck and came to a rest on my cheek. Cupping my face, he softly caressed my cheek with his thumb. Once. Twice. Thrice. The gentle stroking felt hypnotic. I felt myself lean forward and again reigned in the impulse to reach out and touch him. The sudden loss of his touch made me feel light headed and it was only when he stepped away, I realised that I had been holding my breath.

"Go home Louise.” His voice barely audible. “The research can wait till tomorrow."

Unable to speak, I nodded and willed my unsteady feet to move leaving him alone but he was not far from my thoughts.

Copyright Tia J. Lee 2014

All Rights Reserved.

Falling for the Boss: Part 1

Please be advised that the following story is intended for an adult audience. Thank you!

The Meeting

I was going places and nobody was going to stop me. I knew what I wanted and my plan so far was working though it was definitely a work in progress. Like all good plans, I totally get the need to change and adapt as per the dictates of life as long as my end goal was not compromised. I was on a mission and God help anyone who tried to stop me as waiting on tables and have truckies grope me was not an option any more. I was going to do something with my life but I am realistic enough to know that a 25 year old girl from the wrong side of the tracks has to start somewhere and I just happened to have lady luck looking over my shoulder when I walked into the first business on my list and straight into a hard chest.

"Sorry, Sir." I quickly apologised to the hard chest that my very discrete check identified as belonging to an extremely tall, lean and absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man.

"No, I should apologise." The Hunk responded in a deep baritone. Giving me a quick look over, he drawled "How can I be of assistance?”

I knew I looked good in my snug jeans that showcased my long legs and cute heart shaped butt to perfection. My jacket was smart and my entire ensemble, screamed out smart chic. Casually tossing my hair over my shoulder I reached into my bag and pulled out an envelope. With a flirty smile I held out the envelope to the Hunk, "Would you be able to give my resume to your HR Manager?"

"Looking for a job?" the Hunk queried.

"Yes. Do you know if the company is hiring anyone or if there are any positions available?"

Giving me a look that I could only decipher as speculative, he gave me another look over, before pulling out my resume. While he scanned it, I did my own looking. His profile was sharp and confident. In his late thirties, he was built really solid and had the most gorgeous eyes, like molten chocolate. Everything about him screamed out authority. This was substantiated by the way the worker bees in the offices were working as if there was a looming deadline or something, which made me re-assess the Hunk. He must be someone of importance within the organisation.

"Well, from what I can see, you don't really have much experience. However", he continued seeing that I was about to interrupt him, "I am a pretty good judge of character. I like what I see and I definitely see potential. How about we discuss this further and see if we can mutually benefit from you working with us. So Louise, do you have time now to have that chat?" he queried.

For a moment I wondered if I knew him. How did he know my name? Then it clicked, I had it printed at the top of the resume. Feeling slightly flustered and a bit overwhelmed at my small loss of control, I quickly composed myself. "I sure do", I replied whilst extending my hand out to him, "thank you for this opportunity, Sir."

"Evan, sir makes me feel old," he said, his mouth turning up at a corner in a small and utterly sexy smile. Taking my small hand in his in a firm handshake, he stepped aside and gestured towards a corridor. "Please follow me and we will continue our discussion in one of the meeting rooms."

My hand still tingled from where he had clasped it and the feeling unnerved me. Mentally shaking myself, I followed him to a small meeting room. After half an hour of general chat, I left the building with a job - a three month trial as the receptionist which had just become available. Mental fist pump! I didn't stop to think that the interview, if it could be called that, had revolved around my personal circumstances rather than on my work experience particularly in an office environment. I was just over the moon that I was getting a chance to prove that I was not just a pretty face.

I did not see Evan on my first day, nor the second or the third. In fact I didn't see him that whole week. I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed, however there was much for me to take in and the week went by surprisingly quickly.

I did learn that Evan was not a high level executive but instead was the owner of the business. He was married and lived and breathed the business. He was a fair employer and genuinely well liked. However, no one dared take advantage of him, as he was lethal when crossed. When I did see him again, he was charming and made a point to check if I had settled in ok and every time he passed my desk from then onwards, he always acknowledged me, making a point to stop and chat for a few minutes. I lived for those chats and they quickly became the highlight of my day.

As I was used to the hustle and bustle of a busy bar, the slow pace of answering phones and the occasional filing was doing my head in! During my three month probation period, I became indispensable to Betty, the Administration Manager. She was more than happy to hand ball all tasks over to me, brainstorm ideas with me and then take all the credit for it. Even though it annoyed me immensely, I knew that the time would soon come where my contribution would be recognised. I just needed to keep being patient and wait for that perfect moment and that moment took place through Macy.

Macy assisted Evan and I happened to get on really well with her. She did not take crap from anyone and ran the inner sanctum with an iron fist. To meet with Evan, you needed to have a fairly good reason even if it was fifteen minutes and although she accounted for every second of his time, he always seemed to have time for everyone else and made it a point to stop and talk to people on his way in or out. The only time, I saw him brush anyone away was when his wife sat waiting for him in the car, refusing to come inside the building while he wrapped up a meeting. She had called through to reception, asking for Macy and must have left a message with her as the line become free in less than 30 seconds as indicated by my fancy phone switchboard system.

That day, when Evan walked out, it was very briskly and every step seemed to reverberate with anger. His jaw was clenched tight and his lovely eyes were hard as granite looking neither left nor right but straight ahead. He didn't stop at my desk, as was his custom, instead strode to the elevator and furiously punched the keypad every few seconds not stopping until the doors opened to let him in. Others stayed out of his way did not pester him with queries or make small talk. From that day onwards, he seemed to be less carefree and the light seemed to have dimmed a bit from his eyes.

I offered to help Macy with some of her tasks and like Betty, Macy started to rely on me for some of the smaller tasks. Unlike Betty, she didn't take advantage of me and was quick to acknowledge my contributions and opinions. During the course of time, I got to know how the inner sanctum worked and that Macy would not gossip or even provide any information about Evan. She was loyal to the bone.

I know she spoke of me to Evan as he made a comment one day, whilst waiting for the elevator, about some research I had conducted for Macy. I was on a high most of that day. I wanted more. I wanted to spend more time with Evan. Wanted to get to know him on so many different levels. I felt alive when he was around and the few minutes, if that, spent when we crossed paths, was not enough. I wanted more!

Copyright Tia J. Lee 2014

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All You Need is Love

I have been told that I should write stories and that it is in me to do so as I read a lot of books. So, here I am, giving writing a go and hoping that others will find it interesting.

Sitting on a picturesque beach whilst on holiday on the west coast of Koh Phangan in Thailand, seemed to be a good time to take the plunge into the art of words. The serenity and beauty of my surroundings was such a creativity boost that I took my stylus and my smartphone and let the words flow out of me.

Smartphone? I know what you are all thinking that paper and pen would be better. Or a laptop, which I don't carry with me when on holidays. I did contemplate  walking over to the nearest 7-Eleven, which are everywhere in Thailand, to get some pen and paper but the thought of transcribing my almost indistinguishable handwriting to electronic format was enough to put me off writing anything.  I mean, isn't that duplication and time wasting? On the other hand I can also see the benefits - one of them being improving the original thought process but, can you imagine the anguish if one of  those fancy drinks with umbrellas spilt all over the handwritten material - rewriting the soaked words would be an absolute nightmare!

Keeping all these valid points in mind, I decided that my stylus and android smartphone would absolutely do the work. So here I am soaking the atmosphere that encourages relaxation and coaxes all your worries to disappear for a while and letting the words pour out. Although my surrounds inspire creativity, I have to wonder why I struggle with writing while at home.  When I am in an environment that I am comfortable in, rather than on a sun lounge battling potential screen glare! Perhaps at home there are lots of distractions such as RSS feeds, emails and general net surfing. These are distractions, right? Anyway, without delving deeper into my inability to write at home, let me move on and tell you about a couple I met on this lovely beach. This is their story.

One balmy evening, my husband and I, were sitting at one of the beach bars enjoying the refreshing breeze from the ocean, the clear star studded sky and idyllic setting when loud voices cut through this serenity. The group walking in had no consideration of the ruckus they were causing. They wanted to be seen. They wanted to be heard. They were loud, obnoxious and gave of the 'don't mess with us' vibe! Making their way over the sand to the open bar, the group of five men - four of which appeared to be in their fifties whilst the fifth man was only in his early thirties - sauntered over, getting louder and louder! They were from England as we deduced by their very broad Cockney accents!

It was only after the eardrums got accustomed to the intrusion and the slang, that the eyesight registered the two petite Thai women with them. My husband and I exchanged a look as if to say, one of those! As you may be aware, or not, tourists travelling to Thailand, tend to pick up the locals as a form of companionship and unlimited sex! They pay for food, travel and any incidentals to coax them to follow them around whilst they holiday in Thailand. Now, I know it is terrible of us to judge others, however, it is human nature to do so and well, we both jumped to the same conclusion. As it turns out, we were half, somewhat, right!

During the course of our holiday, we found out that one of the women was actually married to one of the men. She had been a 'pick-up' from a previous holiday and they fell in love. She was totally up herself and didn't speak a word to anyone, opting to sit in silence whilst the others bantered on. On the other hand, the second woman, Sai, was a recent 'pick-up' from a bar in Bangkok. She was vivacious, gorgeous, hilariously funny when drunk and so tiny and petite that a strong gust of wind could easily blow her away.

Now, you’re thinking, how did they find out? Well, as much as I would like to say that my husband and I are super spies with gadgets that would make Mr James Bond drool, that is not the case. In actual fact, Sai and her man Dan took a liking to us, much to our dismay!  To my thinking, they must be seriously bored with each other if they were looking to latch onto us. They actively looked for us and let me tell you, that on this particular stretch of beach, there is not a lot of hiding places. However, I am proud to say that we managed to evade them for three consecutive days! We were strutting with pride at this achievement. But I digress.

Dan and Sai, in the whole scheme of things, should have been in all over each other and not have any time for anyone else. However, they are not normal. Dan, for Sai's sake, may have somewhat alienated his friends whilst holidaying in Thailand, but they took a liking to us. During that first loud encounter, being a polite sort of person that I am, I exchanged a few smiles with Sai when we made eye contact and the next day, when we were at the same bar, they came in sans the others and sat close by. Another smile and a nod to say hello, was all it took for them to latch on.

We got their entire story in the first hour and boy did they love talking. It turns out that Dan and his group of friends were out bar hopping on their second night in Bangkok. They were showing the 'young kid' - Dan's words - the sights of Bangkok which included Ping Pong shows and bars where the wait staff had Adam's apple, big feet and were overly effeminate, otherwise known as Ladyboys.

As the group made their way from one pleasure house to another, was when Dan bumped into Sai (or Sai bumped into Dan). Whilst apologising to her, he couldn't help but be blown away with the vision that stood before him and after chatting for a few minutes on the street, he asked her to come to the next bar with him for a drink so that he could get to know her better.

He was totally smitten by Sai who was half his age, 25 to his 50! Furthermore, he loved the way she spoke. She spoke really good English but when she got intoxicated, her English disintegrated to Tinglish. For instance, she would say 'no have' instead of 'I do not have' or 'I lie' instead of 'I really like it' and 'frip frop' instead of 'flip flop'. Not only that, she had a fantastic, tight little body and he just couldn't walk away from that. So he put forward a proposition, asking her if she wanted to travel with him while he was in Thailand. Sai said yes.

Things moved relatively fast from that moment on. She went and packed a small bag and rushed back to the bar where Dan and his friends were waiting. She more than warmed his bed that night and first thing the next morning, he bought her a plane ticket to Koh Samui, and off they went, seeking sun and sand and lots of pleasure. They didn't care much for the busyness of Samui so Sai suggested Koh Phangan which is only a short ferry ride away.

When we first saw them, they had only been on the island for a few days. Sai, being Thai, managed to get a special deal on the accommodation side of things and even got the owner to throw in a scooter for them to use. Dan was more than happy for Sai to ride it while he sat at the back as the passenger. So they spend the mornings, heading over to the nearest hairdresser so that Sai could get her hair styled, before heading over to the beach for a light lunch and a swim. This was followed by a long chats and a 'nap' back at the bungalow, dinner at some restaurant and then back to the beach bar. Personally, at every encounter, I am glad that they did not go into an in-depth narrative on how they spent the time in the bungalow. They said enough that, no matter how naive you are, you still got the picture. This was their routine and it changed ever so slightly if they decided to head into the little town so that Dan could purchase something for Sai. 

Three and a bit weeks into our holiday, when they arrived at the beach bar, as per their normal routine, they told us what they had got up to after they left us the night before which involved nearly crashing the scooter. I was surprised that this hadn’t already happened, as they generally closed the bar and Sai more so than Dan, was always too intoxicated to ride the scooter. Other than scratching it and loosing one of her heels, they were ok. Sai was quick to stick out her foot so that we could see her new pair of red heels.

That night, the more I listened to them talk, I realised that they were in sync. In such a short time, they had a great deal of respect for each other. There was total involvement from both which made the relationship that much more real. It was more than just a holiday hook-up. Dan genuinely seemed to care about her and was constantly showing it. One night. she ate something that disagreed with her and he was rushing her to the nearest clinic. He was already talking about sending her a ticket so that she could visit him in London. They were making plans beyond their time on the island. Beyond their time in Thailand. They totally clicked and got each other irrespective of all their differences.

I shared my thoughts and impressions with my husband over breakfast the next morning and told him that I believed that they were in love. Dan more so than Sai as I found it really hard to read her. She was always smiling and had the best poker face ever that made it close to impossible for me to figure her out. But then, I do walk around with blinkers on half the time which is why I wanted to know what my husband thought of the whole relationship. He just shrugged and said "It's a holiday romance - she gets an all paid for trip and he gets to sleep with a hot looking woman. That's the way it is."

I didn't want to be a cynic and even though initially we found their attention full on, I really hoped that there was more to what I was witnessing. When we left the island, we exchanged email addresses and didn't think we would hear from them much. However, about eighteen months later, we received an email from the both of them - their relationship was still going strong. Sai had moved to London, got a job and was loving every aspect of her life there. In their joint email, they wrote about her life, her work, her new friends and how she was barely tolerating the cold weather. They were thankful that Dan's two son's accepted Sai, despite the fact that she was close to their age, they even wanted to know if she had any female relations who looked 'hot' like her. They concluded their email with the news that Dan had proposed and to keep an eye out for the invite.

Now, we did not exchange street addresses, so we assumed that it might be an e-invite. However, we never got the invite, never heard from them again and we can only assume that they are busy with each other and are enjoying a very happy and loving life together.

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