Hidden Desire

I see my new boss Antwan Morgan walk by my work station. Our eyes meet for a moment or two before his male personal secretary Sonny steals his attention to say something to him. With a few meters more, he enters his private office and Sonny closes the door behind them.

I feel my heart thud, and I haven’t realized that I have been holding my breath all this while.

Darn it!

The way those gray eyes look at me raises the temperature of my body. I can smell the perfume he’s wearing that stirs my senses. His immaculate three-piece suit just looks the hell good on him; his clean-shaven face looks strong, confident and sexy even though it could be his resting face look. And his short dark brown hair is combed well. He manages to always look impossibly perfect every time I see him walk around the office building. It’s like nothing can crease his clothes and no wind can ruffle his hair. He’s just gorgeous no matter what he does and even if he does nothing.

I can still remember the first time I saw him at a meeting, where he was introduced to us as the new owner of this marketing firm, BM Consulting, in LA. My fellow data analyst Lincoln had whispered to me that the new boss is also the owner of Morgan Corp. that includes a real estate and construction company. Well, it goes to show that my boss is filthy rich.

Now, that has been two weeks ago. And in those two weeks, I realize that my 31-year-old boss, who’s ten years older than me, is all I can think of every effing day! And it’s not because of his darn money.

I find myself fantasizing him in between working hours and even at home in my little apartment. In my mind, I think of him as my lover—kissing me hotly, caressing my body, doing things that a normal guy would do to a normal girl like me. And right now in my daydreaming state, I see him coming over to my station, taking my hand into his and kissing it. Then he pulls me closer to his body, and his hands trail down from my back to my buttocks to knead them. His lips and tongue invade my mouth and—

“Prosalie, are you done with that underwear project?” Lincoln suddenly asks. He rolls his seat toward my station, which is a couple of meters away from his.

“Huh? W-what underwear?” I feel my cheeks flush. I am suddenly dragged into the present time and present location. My work station. Darn it! It’s still a working hour. It’s even in the middle of the day for fucking sakes and my daydreaming never stops!

I pretend to look for a file on my computer, as Lincoln peeps at my monitor, checking what I am so dazed about.

“The boss asks for the underwear campaign. Are you done with it?” my older colleague prompts.

I blink at him. “Uh, yeah! Sure! I’ll forward it to you.” Then I pause. My hand is frozen while holding the mouse. I am more comfortable working on a PC than a laptop. I only use it when there are meetings with clients and bosses. “Wait. Why are you asking me instead of our boss asking me?”

Lincoln’s fat face grins. “The phone is on my desk, remember?”

“Oh. Right! Right.” I murmur.

Darnation! I’m an idiot. After all, Lincoln is a senior data analyst for three years and I have just joined the firm six months ago. Every project that I finish working on, he’s the one that double checks it before it is presented to the boss and to the client eventually.

He grins amiably again. “Would you rather have the phone on your desk so the boss can ask you directly?” There was a teasing tone in his voice.

I give him a sweet smile and roll my eyes.

“Besides, you’re supposed to send it to me today,” he adds.

“Okay! Underwear campaign coming right up!” I say. I have totally forgotten that I should’ve sent the file to Lincoln first thing this morning but I totally forgot about it. What’s with me today? I don’t usually slack off at work. I work hard for this job so I can keep it for long… and maybe… Well, just maybe. I might just be able to get closer to the boss I’m fantasizing about.

Lincoln pats my shoulder and rolls his seat back to his work station.

I quickly send the document to Lincoln’s email. After that, I try my hardest to focus on my work. I have to. I still have a couple more projects that I need to finish by tomorrow. So I calculate that if I just work late tonight, I will be able to finish them and then I can just review them by the morrow and I’d beat the deadline.

With my resolve, I’ve finally finished my two projects handed to me. I slowly look around. It’s only my work station’s lights that are left on. Everybody has already gone home, I just realize.

I check my wristwatch. It’s already past midnight. I quickly stand up from my seat and gather my things into my handbag. I quickly walk toward the elevator when I run into my boss.

What the hell? Why is he still here? Here I am thinking that I’m the only one left in the building.