Chapter 15 - Emily

**EMILY**

As Emily spun around in front of Alexander Fitzpatrick, she suddenly knew why she had reacted so violently to him. It had taken her an amazingly long time to understand, but now the realization was boiling hot. For the first time in her life, she felt extremely feminine and sexy! At the office, it was just women, and Emily didn’t think you should get involved with a co-worker anyway. If the relationship broke down, it would make working together more difficult and, in the worst case, impossible. So she never kept her eyes open for attractive colleagues. She hadn’t even allowed herself to have a crush on the boss, even though none of her colleagues would have turned him down.
Emily let her hand slide down her neck to the provocative cleavage. She wanted to provoke him - the man she could never have. He was her boss and incredibly rich. Men like him bought women, they didn’t fall in love. But Emily wanted to be loved and wanted. Her eyes darted down between his legs. Well, she was obviously wanted. But Alexander Fitzpatrick would never love her, because she was the kind of woman she never wanted to be: a bought woman.
A hostess. That was just a friendly way of describing a prostitute. Maybe he paid more, he certainly gave her the clothes. But it was clear to Emily that he was going to make love to her in a fancy hotel room after dinner. He would certainly not take her home. Emily let her fingers slide along the edge of the hem of her dress, then slid her forefinger just under the fabric and looked him in the eye again. She saw a covetous gleam in his eyes. Would she like to be fucked by him? Did she want to know how big his cock was, how it filled her? Her heart quickened at the thought. It glowed between her legs and she felt it wetting her tight panties. Oh yes, she was enjoying this tingly, forbidden game with her boss.
Keeping eye contact with him, she pulled down the hem of her dress a little, revealing the fancy lace edge of her bra. Her eyes widened with excitement at the thought of him grabbing her breasts and kneading them vigorously, squeezing them so that they popped out of the cups of the bra and her hard nipples stretched expectantly toward his mouth. The fantasy alone made her moan softly. She was hot, her desire burning uncontrollably within her. She wanted to be taken by him. And all because of those wickedly sexy stilettos she was kicking up and down in front of him. She felt more desirable than ever in her life in that skimpy dress and high-heeled pumps. She was almost on top of him when she withdrew her hand from her cleavage. No, she couldn’t play with fire. He was still her boss - and as the accountant for Fitzpatrick’s Design, it was her duty to think only of the books. She had to find a way to avoid sex as a hostess. Under no circumstances could she sleep with him. Once he was intimate with her, she would no longer be able to look him in the eye at the company.
She rolled her eyes inwardly. So far, she had never met him at the company - except for official parties, where he was present, of course. But they had never met on business - not even in the elevator. The company was so big that it was almost a miracle when she saw anyone from the executive floor. Her boss, Ms. Harper, occasionally hung out with the bigwigs when special meetings were held. But that was only normal for a chief accountant.
A shiver ran down Emily’s spine. She was in the running for the Chief Accounting position when Ms. Harper retired. But how would she face Alexander if she screwed him over? Wouldn’t he fire her on the spot for working as a hostess in addition to her accounting job? Damn, she should have thought of that when she signed the contract! Instead of ogling and kissing Alexander Fitzpatrick, she should keep her distance and read the contract carefully at home!
“Honey, how do you like the shoes?” she asked, putting a hand on his chest.
“They’re perfect, we’ll take them,” he replied, taking her hand and planting tender kisses on her fingertips. She moaned softly and snuggled closer to him. He was making it incredibly difficult for her! As he kissed her and pampered her, the voice of reason within her was silenced. Then an insatiable desire arose. If he went on like this, she would beg him to take her back to the hotel room right away, so that she could finally get fucked and free herself from her desire. “Alexander darling, when are we going to buy you that suit?” Her voice was dark with sensual desire. But she couldn’t hide her desire any longer - and she didn’t want to right now.
“Right now, sweetheart, right now,” he breathed into her ear and put his arm around her waist. “Come on, let’s go to the cash register.”
“The shoes, honey moon, I still have to change my shoes.”
He laughed, and it sounded wonderfully throaty and took her breath away. “Leave them on. I like them very much. Then you won’t have to change for the restaurant later.”
“Whatever you say,” she agreed, smiling at him.
After buying the shoes, they walked side by side to the men’s outfitter, and she kept looking up at him. Now she was almost at his eye level. It was incredible what a pair of high heels could do! Besides, the grip around her waist was breathtaking. She felt safe next to him and enjoyed being led through the crowd. She wasn’t even aware if photographers were following them or not. She felt and smelled Alexander, who awakened sensual desires in her that she had never known. It was wonderful that he took the lead without hesitation. It allowed her to give in to her new feelings, even if they were forbidden. But for the moment, she wanted to enjoy how feminine she felt, how desirable. It was like the fulfillment of a long-held dream she hadn’t even known she had.
*Tomorrow it will all be over*, she thought and sighed softly. *Tomorrow I’ll be just a little employee again and he’ll be the boss who doesn’t even notice me when he’s standing right in front of me.*
She didn’t know if he heard her sigh, but the pressure of his hand on her waist increased and he whispered, “We’re almost there, Emily. You’ll be finished soon.”
He grinned at her so charmingly at those words that she had to smile back. *Emily*, she thought. Actually, he didn’t even have to remember her name. After all, she was just Amelie’s replacement. Probably in a few days the PR department of Fitzpatrick Designs would spread the rumor that Alexander Fitzpatrick and Emily Saron had argued about something, or that he or she had realized that things just weren’t working out because of their working relationship. And then he could turn his attention back to this Amelie, who would surely be able to fulfill her contract by then.
*Think logically*, Emily reminded herself. *He needs to know your full name. How would he know that you were employed by his company?*
“Next time, Emily, I want to see you in a sexy red dress with gold high-heeled sandals.”
She jumped in fright and lost her step with him, but his firm grip kept her from falling.
“Next time?” she asked in dismay.