Tormented

7. Her

James pov

I'm such an...idiot. How could I let my emotions get the better of me like that? She probably thinks I'm this perv now...

But it felt so right. Her skin against mine, her presence being so close to me- Just perfect.

It's been a couple days since I've seen Lucy.

She's been avoiding me around the workplace, by sending my secretary up with her with her work. She won't be able to avoid me much longer, as I plan to go down and check on her today.

I look up and stare at the ceiling of my office.

She probably hates me now. But when I hugged her to my chest and felt her in every crook and corner of my body, something changed in me. The feeling I had felt like more than just lust and the feeling that I had to make her mine was back and stronger than ever. And hasn't left since then.

At first, she was in the back of my mind, and I thought about her from time to time, but now...I can't stop. No matter what I do, she's constantly in my mind.

And she has a boyfriend. The thought makes me feel waves of jealousy. She's mine. Mine. And I'll be damned if I let another man, take her from me.

I clench my fist and inhale deeply.

The thought has gone through my mind millions of times since that day and still never fails to anger me.

I look down from the ceiling and exhale.

Who's her boyfriend anyway? I make a note to get my secretary to look into that.

The trip I have planned for this Saturday should separate them long enough for me to claim her and make her mine.

For the first time in my life, I want a girl for more than just s*x. What that more is, I have no idea, but I know I want it with her.

With Lucy.

Lucy pov

I've been able to avoid him for two days.

Giving my work to the secretary to deliver to him, which she seems more than happy to do. Locking my office door just in case he thinks of coming down here like he did my first day.

He might have the key to my door but at least I'll know who's there.

I sigh and collect my things to go home.

I hear a knock at the door and feel my heart race.

"Who's there?" I ask, praying and hoping it isn't who I think it is.

"It's James, open the door, we need to talk." He says.

"No need, just speak through the door from out there, I can hear you fine." I state, hoping again that I don't have to come face to face with him.

"Lucy, open the door."

I walk up to the door, debating whether I should open the door or not.

He can't fire me for not opening the door.

"Open the door." He demands.

I feel his breath through the cracks in the door. I didn't realize how close he was.

"Just leave me alone, please." I whisper.

"I can't. I just can't, so Lucy open the door, it's been two days since I've seen you. I just need to see you, I don't know why, so don't ask." He pleads.

What?

It almost sounds like he... nope.

This just confirms my thoughts on not opening the door.

"No." I say

"Lucy, c'mon." He pleads again.

"No. You're my boss. I don't know what you want from me, other than what you're paying me to do."

"I want you."

I feel my heart beat increase rapidly with that statement.

I back away from the door, confused.

He doesn't even know me. Does he want my body? Is that it? Cause if he thinks these words are going to get him some, he's sadly mistaken.

"Go away. James." I say, leaning on the wall behind me.

"No."

And with that, I hear the rattling of keys and the sound of my door opening.

I look up and see my boss, James Brown, staring at me, with anger, hurt, and a familiar look of want. With a little something else, I don't want to acknowledge.