Addiction

CHAPTER 6

Mr. Garraway's POV

It was already 9PM, and I had completed everything on my agenda for the day. My mind strayed to the beauty in the room just beside mine. The thought of her makes me smile, but the mouth on that woman would put us both in trouble. No woman ever dared to speak to me in that manner, and for some reason the tone she took with me turned me on. Boner aside, I had to teach her a lesson, both for her attitude and for ignoring me for the past 4 hours.

I decided that I would play games on my phone until she decided to make her way to my office. Only when she has learned to put her pride aside and show me some respect would she be able to leave. The longer I sat there the more irritated I got. This woman is so stubborn, and I can't seem to think straight knowing that she's so close to me. After about 20 minutes of sitting there doing nothing, I decided to be the bigger person and go see what she was doing. I rose from my seat and headed in the direction of her office. When I got there, I realized that the door was ajar. I peered into the well-lit room, and I saw Deandra sleeping peacefully at her desk. She is such a beauty to behold, but is this what I'm paying her to do? Sleep?

I took a quick photo to tease her with later, and then I loudly cleared my throat. I watched as she jolted awake looking confused and mumbling apologies. "I'm so sorry Sir, I don't even know how or when I fell asleep" I shook my head and responded "I'm not interested in your excuses Ms. Pierre. I do not pay you to come here and sleep. I expect better from you in the future, now let's go." I began walking to the elevator, and she frantically began gathering her things, and jogging in my direction, in attempt to keep up with me.

Deandra's POV

We entered the elevator and the tension between us was palpable. I watched silently as he pushed the button that would take us to the ground floor. This man was so mesmerizing. The way his muscles flex in his shirt as he reached for the button had me weak in the knees. I started fiddling with my hair wondering if he would be able to lift me if we were ever intimate. "Snap out of it D. He is your boss, and sleeping with your boss is a bad look" I mentally scolded myself.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, I said goodbye and attempted to walk in the direction of the main exit. Before I could even make 2 steps, I heard him say "Where exactly are you going?" I turned to face him and responded "Home" in a smug tone. "Did you drive here?" he asked seemingly irritated. "No sir, I'm taking the bus" I answered. "Ms. Pierre the next bus doesn't leave until 12 am and I will not be responsible for anything happening to you tonight. So please follow me to my car so I can take you home" I did not argue, because in all honesty, I do not want to be alone at the bus stop for over 2 hours. I followed him to his car and we began our journey to my house.

The ride to my house was silent. When we arrived, I opened the door and was about to get out when I felt him grab me. I looked at him, confusion evident on my face. "Aren't you gonna say thank you. Where are your manners Deandra?" he said while holding on to my face. I sat frozen, unsure of what to say. He was so close to me. One wrong move and my lips would brush against his. "Sorry" I whispered. "Don't say sorry kitten, say thank you" he replied while showering my face with small, soft kisses. In that moment I felt something that I couldn't describe with words. I let my walls down for a split second and a small smile formed on my face. Leo took this as an invitation to go further. He captured my lips in a rough yet passionate kiss. His scent drunkened me and I let out a small moan. What am I even doing? He is my boss I can't allow this to go any further, I barely even know the guy. "Ummm I'm sorry I have to go. Thanks for the ride" I said before rushing out of his car and into my apartment. He didn't even try to stop me. Was this just a game to him.

I stripped out of my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I needed to take a bath. I climbed into the tub and immediately my mind went back to what happened in the car. The more I thought about it, the more pressure started to build at my core. That's it, I give up. I have to relieve myself. With two outstretched fingers and a fading memory, I went to work. Again, what Mr. Garraway doesn't know can't hurt him.