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ASHLYN PRESCOTT IMPATIENTLY paced back and forth in front of her employer’s open office door. It was Friday evening and they were the last two in the office. She was desperate to talk to him before she left for the weekend. Dr. Kyle Flores, her boss, was on the phone. He saw her and gave her a friendly wave, but continued his phone conversation. Ashlyn went in and casually sat down on the soft, leather chair in front of him. She was nervous, even though he greeted her with a polite, “I’ll be right with you,” smile.
What would she say to him? How could she explain her being there like that? She’d never once simply walked in and sat down in his office, uninvited. How could she summon the nerve to tell him how she felt? Could she find the courage to let him know that she was his for the asking?
Each minute he stayed on the phone she grew increasingly torn. A part of her wanted to run out of there. The other refused to leave before telling him how she felt. What if he rejects her? Quickly, she decided this was a bad idea. So, she stood to leave. Dr. Flores waved for her to sit back down and stay, so she did. Then, abruptly, he finished the call. He stood up and circled the end of his desk to sit on the edge in front of her. He was in a good mood and had a big sexy grin on his face.
"So, what’s up?” he greeted her. Ashlyn didn’t have an answer ready for him. So, he pressed on. “Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned. "You look flushed. Aren't you feeling well?"
She tried to look into his eyes with confidence. His very nearness sent strange quivers through her. All that she wanted to happen suddenly seemed beyond hope.
"I... I'm alright," she said in a tiny voice.
"You don't sound it," he responded, leaning over to feel her forehead. "You’re warm. Are you running a fever? I could examine you if you want me to."
"No, that’s not necessary... I’m okay,” she assured him. “I'm just hot,” Ashlyn said, punctuating her words with an uncharacteristic nervous giggle.
"That you are,” he chuckled. “You won’t get an argument on that fact from me.”
"So... I guess you find me attractive."
"Sure, but where is this going?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Ashlyn, his receptionist, took a long look at the good looking, Filipino doctor. Her heart throbbed every single time he smiled at her. She’d never been attracted to men outside of her race. In fact, she swore she’d never date a man who wasn’t black. But for this man she’d make an exception.
Ashlyn had waited months to be alone with the successful urologist. He was undoubtedly handsome, but her attraction to him went far beyond looks. He was charming, compassionate and had an excellent bedside manner. Then there was his healthy sense of humor. The divorcee was one of the happiest people she knew. He loved life and enjoyed people, especially his patients. And though he was almost ten years her senior, Ashlyn had inadvertently fallen in love with him.
The door was open, and Ashlyn decided to leap in. "Dr. Flores...”
“It’s after hours and nobody is around, call me Kyle,” he interrupted.
“Okay... Kyle, I’m not trying to trap you in a sexual harassment suit or anything, but there’s something I need to tell you.
“Okay...,” he answered confused. “What is it?”
Time seemed to stall as Ashlyn got up the nerve to speak. Finally, she mustered the courage to say the words that her heart could not convey. “Kyle, I’m attracted to you... And I really want to be with you.”
"You want to be with me...? God, do you mean you want me sexually?" he asked stunned. “You have to know this is inappropriate, Ashlyn. I’m your boss. We can’t date.”
"No... You’re not my boss anymore... I quit. Here is my notice," she responded, passing him an envelope with her resignation inside.
“You’re quitting?” he asked shocked as he read the letter of resignation.
“Why?”
“Because I have feelings for you... Feelings I want to explore. Whether you have feelings for me or not, I can’t continue working with you. It’s too painful.”
“Ashlyn, I didn’t know,” he apologized. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I was embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed... About what?”
“I felt silly fantasizing about my boss,” she admitted. “At first I dismissed it as a harmless crush... But later I realized my feelings for you were much deeper.”
“I really wished I had known.”
“Why? What would you have done differently?”
“Before or after I fired you?” he chuckled.
“What?” she asked confused. “You would have fired me?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Don’t worry... I would have found you another job. In fact, I’ll call Dr. Sarai Fine. She owes me a favor. I’m pretty sure she can find a position for you in her office.”
“Why would you fire me?”
“So, I could ask you out on a date,” he grinned. “Why else?”
“You’re interested in me?”
“Of course, I am... Honestly, I have been since the first day you tempted for my previous receptionist,” he confessed. “Your beauty hit me like a lightning bolt. You had the job before you even applied for the position.”
“I wasn’t even certain you’d date a black woman.”
“Why, because I’m Filipino?” he asked. “...Actually, I dated a black woman in college. I’m single right now, so I haven’t been dating anyone, black, white or purple,” he joked.
“Why aren’t you dating... If you don’t mind me asking.”
He was quiet for a long pause, thinking about his answer. “I guess I haven’t worked up the desire to start dating, because I’m afraid of being vulnerable again. My divorce was brutal. My ex-wife really hurt me. I guess I wasn’t ready to get my heart broken again.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way, you know?”
“I know, I tried to convince myself of that, but it didn’t work. So, I threw myself in my work and here we are,” he shrugged.
“I never knew that you liked me,” she replied, baffled that she’d missed his affection for her.
“You weren’t supposed to know how I felt. I was your superior. Our employer/ employee relationship would have been compromised. Besides, I wasn’t going to act on my feelings. I never once imagined you felt anything for me. After all, I’m much older than you.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she assured him. “Actually, you’re really not that much older than me.”
“I’m at least ten years older than you.”
“I know, but that’s not a lot and I don’t care,” she responded.
“In that case, I guess I should ask do you have plans for dinner tonight,” he smiled.
“No,” Ashlyn said, rising from her chair. “I’m pretty sure I’m free. I’d love to have dinner with you. In fact, I’ll supply the sweets.”
To emphasize her point, she unzipped the back of her dress and slithered out of it. It dropped to the floor, leaving her voluptuous body clad only in black panties a bra and her heels.
"God," he breathed, floored by her luscious frame. "You're even sexier than I imagined!"
"Thanks,” she smiled. “You're kind of cute yourself."
Kyle moved to her swiftly. Their bodies molded in a heated embrace. He could feel her nipples grow erect beneath her bra. They were hard, and their pressure was almost painful on his chest, even with his lab coat on. Her arms encircled his neck. His hands wound themselves in the silkiness of her curly hair, pulling her face towards him. His kiss was like liquid fire. Ashlyn fervently returned it with passion of her own. Her tongue searched his mouth, probing it with wanton desire.
His hands roamed over her body, exploring its soft, firm curves. She moved against him, lost in the inexplicable need of her desire. Her movements became more intense, more demanding as they kissed. Her hands moved across his shoulders down to the small of his back. Caressing the white fabric of his lab coat, they explored his body.
Kyle gasped as Ashlyn tried to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. The reality of what they were about to do hit him between the eyes. Reluctantly, his hand went to hers and stopped her before she went too far. She seemed surprised. Her alluring brown eyes searched his for an explanation. She prayed he wasn’t getting cold feet.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he assured her. “I just don’t want our first time to be so seedy. I’ve imagined it in my mind a hundred times. And not once did I imagine bending you over my desk. And if we don’t stop this now that is exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Funny, it’s one of my favorite fantasies,” Ashlyn giggled. “But you’re right. It’s too risky here. Somebody might walk in on us,” she sighed as she picked up her dress and quickly slipped it back on.
“Let me take you to my place,” he said as he helped her zip her dress. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a fairly decent cook.”
“I never knew you liked to cook,” she said, turning to face him. “That sounds nice.”
“If you’ll let me, I’d like to cook for you tonight,” he pulled her in his arms and said.
“I’d love that,” she looked at him and smiled. “Do you drink wine?”
“Every chance I get,” he chuckled.
“Great... I have a nice Merlot at home I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
“Our first date seems to fit that bill,” he sampled her lips and said.
“Okay, I’ll bring it.”
“Sounds good... It’ll go perfectly with the meal I’m preparing.”
“What time should I drop by?”
“The second you pick up the wine,” he joked. “I want to spend as much time with you tonight as I can.”
“Question... Should I bring an overnight bag?”
“God, yes!” he breathed.
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