Her Boss

*previously*

It seems he must have noticed my presence because he lifted his gaze from the laptop and stared deeply into my eyes. Damn those brown eyes. Wait... brown? They were blue earlier today. How can somebody have blue eyes during the day and brown eyes at night? Well it's cute though. His gaze dropped down to my legs and I realized I had just towel on.

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*Now*

Ben's POV..

After I left her room, I took a bath and was browsing through Netflix looking for a suitable movie to watch with Anna. I don't know why but every second I find my mind drifting off to seeing her on the bed with me not in a sexual way but just there, holding onto her, never letting go. I feel I need to protect her from the world. She's pretty and sexy, always have been but I liked her for who she is even before her plastic surgery. I swear I could barely recognize her the day she came into my office to turn off my light. It was funny though speaking to her the way I did. I have been observing her work in the office for the past 3 years and I must say I am impressed by her industriousness. I didn't want her to know who I was just yet but just as always, my plan didn't turn out well.

I felt like someone was staring at me and I looked up from the laptop only to find the girl of my dreams in front of me, in a fucking towel. Oh fuck! I'm getting hard and I hope she doesn't notice it. When did she get here and hell why is she on a fucking towel, god dammit! My eyes traveled to her eyes, those sea blue eyes and couldn't help but stare down at her legs, slim, soft, tender looking legs. The towel ended mid thigh and if she stretched I would see her perfectly made P--No no..i can't be thinking like that. My mind was racing and I wanted to take her down on the bed right now. What is she doing to me.. HELL!

I was brought back to reality when she cleared her throat. My gaze quickly averted back to her eyes and forced myself to hold them there. "I..i.. uh.. I was wondering if you could give me your.. uh clothes. Mine are dirty". I love it when she stutters, that shy sexy voice of hers. It makes me know I have an effect on her.

"Uh... yeah. Sure". I grabbed the shirt I was intending on wearing from beside me and stretched it out to her. I dare not move from where I am now or she'll see how hard I've become just from staring at her bare legs. She took slow steady steps towards me and gently grabbed the shirt. She stared at me as if telling me to turn around. I smirked and turned my head in the opposite direction. She slipped the shirt in and I turned just in time to see her pulling the towel off from the bottom of the shirt. She turned around to see if it fits through the full mirror. I just stared at her admiring her beauty and how she looks on my shirt.


I cleared my throat and her eyes met mine through the mirror "It suits you better" she flushed which made me smile an actual smile. She blinked a couple of times and I could tell she was affected my me. I got off the bed ignoring the hardness and walked up to her, eyes never breaking contact. I slipped my hands through her waist to the front and locked them together. She flinched from the contact which made me smirk but she didn't move a bit. I leaned in, buried my head in the crook of her neck and sniffed her scent. She scented of baby soap, I shifted and sniffle her hair which scented like strawberry. Damn! this girl is driving me crazy. I must look like a pervert sniffling her body. My hands slowly went to the bottom of her shirt and was about to lift it up when I finally had the courage to stop. She froze and slowly turned, locking eyes with me "Why'd you stop?" Her voice was hoarse and I can tell I turned her on a bit.

I cleared my throat. "We've got plenty of time". With that I turned around and climbed onto the bed leaving her dumbfounded.