Layla POV
It’s Sunday morning, and I have spent most of my Saturday in bed daydreaming about my boss. I know that is wrong and I know I shouldn’t do it. I feel like he is messing with my mind; he wants me, and five seconds later he is pushing me away, and he is giving me a serious headache.
“Hey,” I hear from the other side of the door. I get out of bed and open the door to find Jo standing there with her crutches. I rest my shoulder against the door frame while she looks at me with a massive smile on her face.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I ask, and she gives me a blank envelope. I frown, looking at it and I take it from her hand.
“Come on, open it. It looks secretive. Maybe it's for you to join some sort of cult”, she says, and I walk back to my bed sitting
Layla POV “Layla,” I hear Richard’s voice sound from the intercom. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, pull away from the desk, and get my shoes properly on my feet. I grab my iPad and walk toward his office. He has left the door open all day today. I can see him if I look to my left side, but he can see me at all times. “Close the door,” he says. I turn around, closing the door behind me, and when I turn around, he is standing in front of his desk. Resting against his desk, the most perfect man I have ever seen, his eyes locked on mine as he offers me his hand. I stand still near the door, and he moves towards me, his body moving in the most seductive way I have ever seen. His aftershave smells amazing and invades my nostrils as he approaches me. “You look beautiful today,” he whispers as he leans closer to my ear. I close my eyes as his voice does weird thin
Richard POV “Go on a date with me,” I whisper in the hope she will say yes while I am inside of her, she is stubborn, she is the most beautiful and infuriating woman I have ever met in my life, and she challenges me in a way she doesn’t even know. She is the only woman since Pamela that actually gets my blood boiling. I have dated other women before, but no one compares to Layla, and I really want to date her. I want to see if I could be with someone. Someone that would understand my busy schedule and wouldn’t be upset about the long hours because she would be here with me. I need this woman as I need air. Layla moans, biting my shoulder, and it sends a weird jolt to my heart. I push those feelings away, focusing only on her touch and the way her breathing is heavy, and her back is arching as I bite her nipple and lift her legs higher. I feel her more profound, h
Layla POV I open the door to find Jo sitting on the couch with her feet resting on the coffee table. She looks at me through the back of the couch, and she smiles. “How was work?” she asks, and I shrug, flopping beside her. I take a deep breath, resting my feet next to hers, and she looks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Richard asked me out on a date,” I say, and Jo sits up straight, resting her feet on the floor, and she turns her body to look at me. Her mouth opened, and then she smiled. Clapping her hands as if she was five. I roll my eyes, resting my head back against the backrest of the couch, and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “And? What did you say?” she asks, and I look at her. “I said no, of course,” I say, resting my head back again, an
Layla POV I spent the rest of the week on edge. Richard has been away from the office at business meetings abroad. I think he has gone to London. I wish I could go to London. It’s my dream to travel to Europe one day. Dylan came around twice to keep me company. I bet he was just monitoring me because Richard asked him to. Controlling man. After Dylan caught us in Richard’s office, he has been extremely respectful towards me. He is not flirting as much. My phone rings, and I check its HR on the caller ID. What now? I click on my earpiece, answering while I keep typing the email that Dylan asked me to write. Something to do with a meeting that Richard is going to have in France, and he needs me to send some files over. “Mr. Ashford’s office,” I say as I answer, and I close my eyes, already preparing myself for the hit I am about to take.
Richard POV "Do you really think that's a good idea?" Dylan asks while he brings his beer to his lips. I shrug as I look at the Ice, and Fred gets hit by a hockey stick on the stomach. He falls back, and I frown, watching him stand up immediately and punch the guy in the stomach. The fight begins, we stand up as everyone else does the same, and we want to watch what is happening. This is brutal, and my baby brother loves the game. "That's gotta hurt," I say, bringing my beer to my lips and watching Fred being sent to the penalty box. I whistle as the other guy flips Fred off. "He's going to end that guy," I say through greeted teeth, and Dylan nods while he claps at our brother, shouting some obscenities that make me laugh. Dylan shrugs, looking forward. "Going back to our conversation, do you think to approach her without showing it's you?" Dylan says, and I shr
Layla POV "So? What are you going to wear?" Jo asks as she leans against the door frame in my room. I shrug, looking at my closet. I have no idea what to wear, we have come up with a plan, Jo is going to her parent's house for the weekend, so she doesn't stay here alone, and I am going to that party, and then I will be staying in a hotel. Jo installed the camera in the apartment, trying to catch Leo, but so far, nothing has happened. She starts to think I am paranoid, and he has disappeared for good. But hey, I rather be safe than sorry, and my salary is higher than I expected, so I am pampering myself with a night in a hotel and a day full of massages and skin care. After all, the Spa is included in the price. "I have no idea. What about this one?" I grab a tiny black dress, and Jo shrugs her nose. I know it's not the sexiest thing I have ever bought, but it's n
Layla POV I look around the room, but I can feel Richard's eyes on me. He takes one step closer, his body inches away from mine, inches away from touching me. My breathing is heavy. I am feeling like it's difficult to swallow. What can I say? The man has an incredible effect on me. "Dance with me," Richard whispers in my ear. Every hair on my body stands, and I nod slightly. No one knows me here, and I bet he doesn't want his identity compromised, either. I know the rules of this party, and I know I am not allowed to say his name or mention anything about our lives. He offers me his hand, and I take it just after I down my martini and place the empty glass on the counter of the bar. Richard guides me through the sea of bodies moving together in an incredible sexual rhythm. Richard wraps his arms around my w
Richard POV “I’m staying in the hotel across the street,” Layla says, and I turn to face her. I pull both our masks off of our faces as I look at her while she fixes her hair. She is stunning. This woman has the ability to leave me fucking speechless. We look both ways before running across the street. I guess I am paying her well if she can afford a room here. I feel on edge as I could bump into people I know, and it’s still fucking early. Holding her hand, we walk inside and straight to the elevator. I am well familiar with the location as I used to come here with Sandra. I never took her home. She was Mia’s headmistress, after all. I close my eyes momentarily, hoping to get away with this when I hear my father’s voice behind me. I let go of Layla’s hand immediately. “Father,” I let out through my greeted teeth. Of all the people I could bump into, it had to be