Tormented

6. What Trip?

Lucy pov

I wake up to my alarm clock screaming and fall off the bed.

"Jesus Christ..." I say getting up, rubbing my knee from the impact. I miss my mom. She was a much better alarm clock.

I get ready and think about my boss. Again. For the 72828186516171881st time since I met him.

I've already admitted to myself I think he's attractive, but having his face in my mind 24/7 like this, can't be healthy. Plus, I'm not trying to lose my job.

My parents need the money I give them to live because what they're getting isn't making the cut. I'm not going to risk my parents lives over my tiny, pretty much non-existent crush on my boss. I'm smarter than that.

I climb in my car and head for work.

I enter the building and get the same stank eye I've been receiving since I first walked into this company from the same two people, as always.

I smile and wave at her, and she rolls her eyes. You know what they say, kill'em with kindness.

I go in the elevator and click my boss's floor.

I have to hand in his schedule, which I'm still not sure if I give directly to him, or just to his secretary. I exit the elevator and walk up to the anti-social office woman.

"Do I hand this to you or-" She cuts me off.

Rude.

"I'll take care of them." She says sneering at me.

Why do the two only workers I really have to associate other than the CEO, hate me?

"Ok." I turn and start to go to my office.

"Wait!" I hear my boss shout.

Oh no. I was kinda hoping to stay away from him until my slight attraction to him cooled down but... I guess not. I turn to see James holding the door to his office open, and I walk in, avoiding his gaze. I sit in front of his desk, and he watches me as he slowly sits down.

I feel a flush coming on.

"We have a business trip coming up, as shown in the schedule." He says, staring so deeply into my soul I almost forget what he just said.

"What?" I think back to when I did the schedule.

Must have to busy thinking about his meetings with girls, that I didn't notice the trip.

And this is exactly why I need to let this crush go, it's too distracting and I'll never be able to do my job if I'm thinking about my boss's next slut. I mean, he's a player.

"I'm sorry I must've forgotten." I say looking into my lap, blushing.

Gosh.

"I want you by my side at all times."

"Yes, sir." I respond.

"You can call me James." I look up at his face and see his desire filled eyes.

Shouldn't have looked up.

I quickly look back down, and my mind floods with thoughts of how I got myself into this situation and how I wish my boss was ugly.

"Well I'll be leavi-" I look up and see the chair in front of me empty.

Oh no.

I stiffen as a breath fans my neck. My mind scrambles.

"B-boss I have a boyfriend." I lie, hoping it would get him off me.

"I don't care." His hands come around to hug me.

I quickly stand up and back up into the middle of the room, escaping before they can close around me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask as he slowly steps closer to me.

"Taking what's mine." He states looking directly in my eyes as he takes another step forward.

I step back and start to turn to run until I feel arms around my waist and my back is suddenly pressed against his chest. I just met this guy!?

I feel his breath on my neck and I shudder.

"You're mine, Lucy, no matter who claims you, I'll always be there to pick up the leftovers."

His promise stirrers something in me.

He starts kissing my neck, making his way down.

I moan.

As he begins to unbutton my dress I turn and kick him as hard as I can in his groin.

"I will never be yours, not now, not ever. I barely even know you, back off."

I walk off not as confident in my promise as I felt I should've been.

James Brown and me. Ha. Who woulda thought? Especially not like this.

I walk/jog to my office.

As soon as I shut my door, I feel sweet relief.

And terror.

What the f**k was that back there?

And what the hell am I going to do on this trip?

With this stupid crush, I might actually...

Damn it.

He can't treat me like this, I'm his personal assistant, not one of his sluts. I sink against the wall and sit. I have to ignore him. I need this job and I don't want the press to turn this into something scandalous.

I just need to avoid him.

That'll be difficult considering we work together, I mean, I'm his personal assistant.

I still have to try.