There is a distinct difference between lust and love.

Lust is the strong sexual desire one holds for someone.

And yet love is something completely different.

To each person love means something else.

One person feels it one way and another the other.

Love can't quite be put into words but yet a mutual understanding of the word resides in us all.

So why is it that people blur the lines between the two?

They mistake lust for love and love for lust.

Once that happens, when a person commits that mistake they either come out broken and damaged, not knowing what to do or how to cope, while the others come out on top, feeling the utmost best they have in years. The feeling that comes in the form of self satisfaction and conquering something.

For me I know that the only thing I feel for Alexander James, is lust.

Even the word lust is to strong a word to use.

Simply an attraction to the man I work for and that is where I draw the line.

Whether I want to or not.

All day these thoughts have been plaguing my mind as I try to find a simple solution out of this conundrum.

Maybe spacing myself and remaining completely professional at all times will help?

One thing is a fact.

That Alexander James does not do relationships.

Yes I asked around the office, trying to remain inconspicuous which pretty much worked because everyone was willing to talk about their boss behind his back.

Alexander has been running this company for around five to six years now and through that whole time never once has he been with one girl.

But it's not like I can trust the receptionist down at the lobby.

I hardly knew her.

The whole week pretty much consisted of me asking around about my boss and me being completely professional in front of him.

I didn't give into his subtle glances my way nor the way he tried to get incredibly close to me.

The most I did was send a polite smile or two his way.

I could tell Alexander suspected something was wrong but he didn't bring it up and let me be in my ways.

*******

The day progressed as usual, at an increasingly slow pace.

For the better half of the day Alexander seemed to ignore me, and I him.

Returning back from the coffee shop for the second time now, I decided to get Alexander a coffee as well.

I didn't want to seem to rude and uptight in a way.

Heading up to the office I place my own coffee down along with the receptionist's, Moreece.

Placing it down she smiled up at me, shocking me.

Did she actually just smile?

Smiling back I head down the hallway.

Huffing out a breath I stand in front of Alexander's office and knock hesitantly.

I even stopped barging in like he told me too.

"Come in" calls out Alexander in a rough sort of voice.

Entering into his office he looks up at me through knitted eyebrows.

"Why did you knock?" he asks sounding confused.

I totally ignore his question as worry courses through me.

Sitting at his desk I can see sweat beading on his brow, his face entirely flushed, yet he still managed to look dauntingly pale.

Striding over to him and placing the coffee on his desk I quickly place my palm on his forehead.

"What are you doing Nora?" asks a somewhat amused Alexander.

"Shh" I shush him, trying to concentrate.

He was definitely heating up.

Looking over at the air conditioner I see it is on at full blast.

Only now, as I take in his face can I see the dark bags beneath his eyes and the way his complexion seems almost sallow like.

Noticing my gaze he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not sick No-" as he speaks he gets interrupted by a violent coughing fit.

I pat him on the back lightly, my worry increasing as he looks up at me and sniffles.

"Alexander you need to go home and get some rest" I say quietly.

"And don't say you're fine either because I can tell you're not" I snap as he opens his mouth to argue.

"There's no point going home. I'll just start working there as well" he says adamantly.

"No you won't because I am coming with you" I say sharply.

"Ugh, I can tell you're not going to let this go are you?".

"Nope" I say smugly.

Groaning once more Alexander gets up to collect his briefcase and other things while I switch various things off before informing the receptionist that I will be leaving with Alexander.

She simply nods and with that we are on our way.

******

I forgot how magnificent Alexander's house actually was.

It was beautiful.

As I stand there gawping once again, Alexander just simply walks past me into his home.

Following him, he goes to the living room before lying down with a groan.

I can tell the fever seems to be getting worse.

Placing my palm against his head, he feels ten times hotter than he did back at the office.

"Go and get undressed" I say quickly.

"Ooh kinky Nora".

Even at a time like this Alexander manages to have his head in the gutter.

"No you need to get comfortable and relax. You can't be in a suit all day".

With a huff he stands up and wanders off somewhere while I somehow make my way to the kitchen, looking for different ingredients to make him some soup, which will hopefully help.

Busy in my search for ingredients I don't notice Alexander standing behind me until he sniffles.

Whipping around I curse myself for telling him to change.

He looked incredibly mouth watering as this was the first time I had seen him without a suit.

Slate gray sweatpants adorned his legs which hung low on his hips. Trailing my eyes upwards instead of seeing a shirt I see a deep v line going down into his sweats, a happy trail heading downwards as well. Looking up I see a well formed six pack and I nearly swoon there and then.

Hoping he didn't see me basically gaping at him, I look to him with a brow raised.

"I was feeling hot".

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