The Alpha boss and the PA

The current

Alissa POV

When he touched me it felt like a current of electricity ran through my body. But not in a bad ‘I am being tasered’ sort of way. It made me feel alive. It turned me on and I wanted more of it. What was wrong with me? It was just a light brush against my leg for God’s sake! I needed to get out more…

“We are almost there,” David told me. And not a moment too soon. The whole care ride I had tried my very best to stay professional and keep him at a distance. But that feather light stroke of his hand had my head all in shambles. I needed to calm down and what better way to do that, than to sit through a work meeting?

We drove up to the office building where the meeting was being held. David parked the car, got out on his side and rushed over to my side of the car. He opened the door on my side and stuck out his hand to help me out. Which was hardly necessary since I wasn’t elderly, pregnant or handicapped in any sort of way. But it seemed rude to just ignore the gesture. Apprehensively I took his hand and there it was again… that freaky current that made me want to jump into those muscular arms and firmly plant my lips onto his until we both ran out of breath. I decided against doing that since it would make me look like a s*x-crazed weirdo and I allowed him to help me out of the car instead. I stumbled a bit when I was out and he grabbed my elbow to steady me. The prolonged physical contact got me a little breathless.

“Are you alright?” David asked, looking at me with slight concern on his face.

“I am fine!” I responded in a too chipper tone. “Just a little nervous for the meeting, that’s all.” I straightened my dress and slammed the car door shut behind me.

“So this meeting is about the building project on Canal Street?” Keeping it professional was the way to go here. None of that s****l attraction nonsense. No more mistakes.

“Correct. Donald Walden is building an apartment complex there, but there are some issues with the supplies for the project. The prices for things like timber have gone up a lot in the past few weeks due to shortage and so the price for the project has gone up as well. He wants to have a meeting to talk budget and he is not the kind of man to settle for talking to anybody but the CEO” David explained as we walked up to the building.

“So he wants Wolff inc. to pay for the increase in prices of timber and other resources?” I asked as David held the door open for me. I could feel his body heat as I walked past him and my heart did a little flutter again.

“Probably… But we never agreed on a fixed price for the project, so the risk of the prices of the supplies rising is on him, not on Wolff inc. The challenge is to tell him that without him getting mad about it. This job isn’t all about lumber and steel beams. It’s just as much about people and diplomacy.” He walked up to the front desk and gave the girl sitting behind the desk a dazzling smile. She was a pretty woman with amber eyes and silky brown hair and she gave him a big smile in return. Clearly she was interested in that divine creature of a man standing in front of her. I didn’t like that. And I liked it even less that I didn’t like that. He was my boss, nothing more, so he could smile at whomever he pleased and I could not and should not feel any type of way about that. Not very professional of him to flirt with her though, that’s all I was saying.

“Hello, I am David and this is Alissa,” he waved in my direction without breaking eye contact with the smiley brunette. “We are from Wolff inc. and we have a 2 o’clock meeting with mister Walden.”

The brunette tore her eyes away from David with great difficulty and typed in something on her computer.

“Ah yes, 2 o’clock,” she said while smoothly getting up. She walked around her desk and up to David. “The meeting is in conference room number 2. Please follow me David.” She said in a husky tone while she smiled at him again and lightly touched his arm at that last bit. Then she turned around and walked down the hallway to the left, while swaying her hips way more than was strictly necessary. And here I was worried about being professional while those two practically performed a mating ritual right in front of me. I rolled my eyes and followed David down the hallway, despite the fact that miss-hip-swaying didn’t actually invite me to follow her at all. It was like I was air. But it was good, no great honestly, because it reminded me what guys like David were made of. He was just like Paul, a powerful man flirting with everything that he could reach and I needed that reminder to stay very far away from him. So then why was I feeling so irritated about this and why did I want to shove miss-way-too-silky-hair out of the nearest window while declaring David to be ‘mine’?

“Here we are” desk-lady told David as she opened the door to a conference room. “I’ll inform mister Walden that you are here. Can I get you something to drink in the meantime? You look like a latté man to me” She stood entirely too close to David and was touching his arm again. She seriously needed to take some type of s****l harassment course.

“I prefer a regular cup of dark coffee if you have it.” He smiled at her and she batted her eyelids for good measure. This was crazy. Maybe I had actually turned invisible?

“One cup of dark coffee coming right up David!” She turned to exit only to find the doorway blocked by little old me. She lifted an eyebrow at me as if to say ‘get out of my way. How very rude of you to exist’. Not actually invisible then I guess…

“Nothing for me, thank you,” I told her in my sweetest voice as I squeezed past her into the conference room. She threw me a dirty look and then strode off to wherever the coffee machine was living in this place.

“Well that is a charming reception,” David remarked and it took me everything I had not to roll my eyes again at that statement. Why were men so easily charmed by a pretty woman paying them attention? Shouldn’t a man like David be used to woman throwing themselves at him by now? Surely it would get boring after so long?

“Very charming”, I responded while trying, but not entirely succeeding, to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I looked around the stately conference room and picked a random chair to plump down in. I knew I should have stayed in the office to finish up those e-mails that looked urgent. Far less complicated than the conflicting thoughts and feelings that this little trip unleashed in me.