Shocked is what I am at this moment in time.

Is Alexander seriously kissing me?

I stand completely still, not yet comprehending the situation at hand.

Alexander slowly slips one hand around my waist holding me in place, in case I have other plans like running the hell away from here.

The movement of his soft lips pressing roughly against mine snaps me out of the spell that holds me rooted.

Timidly I kiss him back, slowly.

My lips slowly start to move against his, answering his unasked question. His lips mould against mine so softly and perfectly and yet he kisses me with an almost harsh wanton need.

No there are no fireworks or sparks, something I had almost imagined there to be before I had had my first kiss which was awkward and incredibly clumsy.

Nearly all my kisses with my previous boyfriend were like that.

But kissing Alexander, it felt like my whole being was on fire.

I craved him.

I can feel his arm around my waist tighten and just as I want things to escalate, he releases me stepping back almost instantly as if I was on fire.

"I would love to continue this but I hardly think the workplace is where we should be doing this, my bed perhaps, but I'll leave that up to you" he says in that teasing voice of his, smirking down at me.

My face instantly heats up at what he is implying but he doesn't give me a chance to respond as he once again leans in, staring deep into my eyes before placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.

As he walks out the door, leaving me behind, the whole brunt of the situation hits me.

I just kissed Alexander.

The incredibly hot Alexander James.

The incredibly hot Alexander James who is the CEO of Alexander & Co.

The very same Alexander who I'm working for.

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Sitting at my desk I calmly do my work.

I can't even bare to think of what had just occurred about an hours time ago.

If I did I knew I'd freak out completely.

I'm just glad we didn't kiss in his office.

I don't think I'd be able to handle that with the dream and everything.

I have always been told by my parents and my friends that I had a bad tendency to over think and analyze things.

I was never one to just go with the flow.

I had to think things through and plan everything out.

This was most definitely not going to plan.

It's not like I have feelings or anything towards him, right?

Alexander's just my boss who likes to flirt and get into women's pants but nope, he won't be getting into mine anytime soon or ever for that matter.

Alexander probably acts this way with every girl he meets right?

Just as if the world was listening to me and seeming to answer me, the same red headed model walks in with a coy smile on her face.

Sarah Mclane.

She was apparently some high up model and had come on the cover of Vogue and Sports Illustrated magazine multiple times.

I mean I can see why.

She was absolutely gorgeous with her flaming red hair cascading down her back in luscious curls contrasting to her bright green doe shaped eyes.

She even had a killer body and stood at around 5'11 even without heels.

Her designer turquoise dress clung tightly to her curves looking completely classy as she towered over me in her heels.

Smiling down at me she bent a little to say "I have an appointment with Alexander. Could you please tell him Sarah is here".

I politely smile back at her and pick up the phone to get through to Alexander's line.

"Um hello Alexander, a Sarah is here saying you have an appointment. Should I let her through?".

For some reason I wanted Alexander to deny having any appointment with her and to tell me to send her on her merry way.

"Ah yes. Send her in immediately" he says almost joyfully.

The small part of me that was hoping for him to deny her entry, withers away.

Trying not to show that what he said effected me, I keep smiling.

"You can go in now".

I don't bother giving her directions because I'm pretty sure she knows exactly where his office is.

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It's been thirty god damn minutes. What's taking so long?

I look up at the clock, watching the smaller hand tick by as the seconds pass, almost excruciatingly slow as if mocking me.

All the various things they could be doing there starts to invade my thoughts, making me antsy.

I've already asked myself a thousand times why I care what they're up to in there.

Which I hope is a civilized, friendly, completely professional chat.

Why do I care?

Because Alexander kissed me. And whether I like it or not, if there is something going on between those two or even someone else for that matter I'd feel like a home wrecker and feel incredibly guilty.

Glancing up at the clock I see only five more minutes have gone by.

I can even feel the receptionist passing me amused looks as she too notices me fidgeting around constantly.

The door to Alexander's office opens excruciatingly slow and when finally she does emerge, Alexander follows her.

My blood starts to boil as I take note of Sarah's once perfectly curled hair now mussed up in a sort of bed head sex look.

The pen in my hands makes an almost creaking noise as I apply a bit too much pressure when I notice Alexander's tie slightly askew and his hair too sticking out in various directions.

Clearly they weren't just having a good old chat.

From my peripheral vision I see Alexander lean down to place a kiss on her cheek as Sarah turns to hug him and then with one last look his way, leaves.

Alexander quickly glances at me but I pretend to be doing my work so he heads back into the office, shutting his door closed.

Damn him to hell.

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