My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 4

Enora:

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry sir," I pleaded, my cheeks flaming hot in embarrassment as I tried to dust out the hot liquid with paper towels from his crotch area.

What the fuck is wrong with you Enora?

I scolded myself.

This was the fourth time I had embarrassed myself in front of him. At this rate, I was going to get fired.

"I'm so sorry sir, I can get it dried if you just give me a second. I didn't mean to…"

I looked up at my boss expecting an annoyed look only to be met by a heated and intense stare directed at me.

My breath caught at the intensity in his eyes, my hands still pressed against his crotch.

A tension settled between us and I could feel my heart start to race at his intimidating yet sexually charged aura.

He groaned out loud in response to the pressure of my hands against his sex. I felt his erection suddenly start to grow under my palms and I gasped.

"I'm so sorry, sir…I didn't mean to," I stuttered and quickly pulled my hands away but I hadn't gotten far when he pulled me back to look at him.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked, his gaze sharp as he accessed me.

Surprised by his question and confused by his intense stare.

"Just… that… that is to say… you are a little… I mean, you are very intimidating." I tried to speak again but my words came out disjointed and incorrect, my body shaking like I was an earthworm that had been poured salt

He raised a confused eyebrow at me before nodding.

"I won't bite you, you know that, right?"

"Yes," I answered, my eyes fixed on him.

“Good.” He stood, now towering over me, his hand holding mine.

"Your lips are perfect, Enora." His words came as a shock to me, his brown eyes were staring down at my lips.

My heart stopped at that moment.

Did he want to kiss me?

“I…” He didn't wait for me to say a word, he pushed me against the wall and crashed his lips against mine.

The air cracked between us as his lips took over mine like a caveman starved.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he snaked his tongue into my mouth, kissing me like he was making love to my lips.

My entire body shivered in delicious waves as I felt his lips against mine, urgent and claiming and branding.

My hands slowly went around his neck, pressing my body against his hard, firm body as I kissed him back.

The sound of a phone ringing startled the both of us and he let go of me, his eyes darkened. Filled with affection… lust?

Shit, shit!

What the fuck just happened?

He took one last look at me, picked up his phone and answered.

My senses immediately cleared and I made a beeline for the door and then into my room before he could stop me, my cheeks flaming red hot crimson.

As soon as I closed the door, I slid down to the floor against the door frame, my head in my hands.

Instead of regret, all I felt was the need for more.

Why was my body so into him?

I wondered, pulling myself up and pacing the room.

Had he kissed me or was I just imagining things?

Wait, He'd kissed me!

Mr. Wright had pinned me against the wall and kissed me.

It still didn't make much sense to me.

He'd been the one to kiss me.

That meant I wasn't at fault here, right?

"Thank you, I'll be out in a second."

"Yes sir," I said with a nod.

I couldn't help but notice his tie was skewed. My OCD was miffed.

"Sir," I called his attention.

"Yes?" He answered, picking up his briefcase from his bed.

"Um, your tie," I pointed. "it's a little skewed…"

I answered

He glanced down, trying to fix it but he only managed to make it worse.

"I'll do it,” I said and walked over to him.

Being in such proximity to me activated my desire for him again but I suppressed it.

He had not talked about the intense kiss we had shared in his office and I wasn't sure how to feel about it. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted more.

I took his tie and began to arrange it, holding my breath and making sure I didn’t make eye contact with him. I couldn't stand his intense gaze.

"Enora, look at me."

He suddenly said, his deep voice soft but commanding.

I looked up at him and my breath caught at the intensity of his stare.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you earlier, I don’t regret it."

The butterflies that were now perpetually in my stomach whenever I was around this man, all poked at my stomach.

W...hat?" I asked quietly, my hands still on his tie even though I was done and my checks aflame from the intensity of his gaze.

He was staring at me like he was restraining himself from slamming me against the wall and doing unspeakable things to me.

"I don’t know if you want more, but I do and I will only touch you with your permission.” He wanted more? Did he want to touch me? I wanted this too.