Chapter Three

Jason

It's been over ten minutes since Bianca left her desk. She looked frazzled when she surged out of her seat to take a call. I can't stop thinking about her, about the way her dark hair was swinging down her back as she hurried off. Truthfully, I haven't stopped thinking about her since the first moment she entered my office—she intrigues me. I am desperate to know what she is hiding under her little corporate outfits.

I've never felt this way about one of my employees before. I mean hell, I've been having dreams about her. Hot and heavy ones that make me get out of bed to go wank it out in the shower. This wild desire for her is driving me nuts and I find myself constantly wondering what it would be like to touch her, how it would feel to kiss her, to taste her everywhere. I would find a way to get rid of her and finally kill this need for her if she wasn't so damn good at her job.

Which is why it's concerning that she hasn't yet returned to her desk. Something must be wrong. She's always working, always striving to complete the next task I give her. On top of her being the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, she's also the best assistant I've ever had by a mile.

Just as I'm about to give in to the insane urge to go find her myself, she walks in. The scolding dies in my throat as I watch her walk over to her desk. Her steps seem heavy, her shoulders hunched. I wonder what it could be, she looks so… defeated. As she sits, I watch her shoulders rise and fall. It looks like she may be crying. Before I know it, though, she's returned to her work. Ever the professional.

I look away from her, returning my attention to the file in front of me but I can only ignore the burning curiosity in my chest for so long. I shouldn't ask her about personal matters; her life is none of my business. But… I can't focus on anything until I talk to her, until I have the chance to look into her eyes and see if she's okay.

Before I can stop myself, I grab the telephone and dial her desk. She picks up the phone while glancing over at me with a curious frown.

"Come into my office," I say curtly, signaling at her with my hand.

She nods, returning the phone to the cradle. She stands from her seat, running her hand down her skirt, and tucks her hair behind her hair. I like it when she does that. It stirs something within me, a mixture of lust and amusement. She's such a neat freak. Sometimes, I imagine what it'd be like burying my fingers in those lush curls and ruffling the careful middle part just to see the annoyance fill up in those alluring gray eyes of hers.

I wipe the smirk off my face as she enters my office, not wanting to clue her in on just how much she affects me.

"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.