The Alpha boss and the PA

It's complicated

Alissa POV

“So you want him, but you don’t want to want him. And you want him to want you, but also not to want you, but he can’t want anybody else…” Daisy summarized what I had just told her.

“Exactly. Now is that so hard?” I nodded while taking a sip from my wine.

“I am not sure. I might be able to answer that question better if I actually understood what I just said.” Daisy frowned at me.

“I don’t get what you don’t get! It’s simple!” I exclaimed. “I want to jump his bones. He is attractive. I am attracted to him. When he touches me I feel things and I like how that makes me feel.”

“Right…” Daisy nodded.

“Right. But I don’t want him. He is my boss. We both know what happed last time I got involved with my boss,” I patiently continued my explanation.

“Technically Paul was your boss’s boss.” Daisy interjected.

I glared at her and continued. “So I want him, but I don’t want him. And I want him to want me because it’s nice to be wanted.”

“Especially by a man that looks like a Roman God.” Daisy added.

“Greek God.” I corrected her.

“What’s the difference?” Daisy questioned.

“No idea… Anywayyyy… I want him to want me. But I don’t want him to want me because if he is actually interested in me then he might act on that. And then I need to reject him because I don’t actually want him. But I do want him, so that would be hard.”

“Hmmm…” was all I was getting from Daisy on that statement.

“But I don’t want him to want anybody else because it makes me feel possessive and uncomfortable. And yes, “ I told her before she could get a word in “I am very well away of how stupid that is.”

We sat in contemplated silence for a solid minute.

“It seems there is only one solution to this mess,” Daisy pondered while pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Really? You have a solution? What is it?” I started to feel excited. Of course Daisy had a solution to my problem. She always did. She was my guru, my rock, my wisdom…. Hmmm okay maybe I needed to lay off the wine for the evening. It seemed like I already had a bit too much.

“You need to sleep with him.” Daisy declared.

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Clearly Daisy needed to lay off the wine for the evening too.

“Sure I did. You are lusting after him and that makes your head all foggy. So you need to sleep with him to clear up the fog so you can think straight and figure this out.” She proudly told me as if that made any sense.

“But if I sleep with him then that already is a decision to my problem!” I yelled exasperated.

“Oh… yes I suppose it is. Well there you go! Problem solved.” Daisy tried to smoothly get off the couch and miserably failed because she flailed her hands around to make a point which made her lose her balance. She gave up and fell back into the soft cushions.

“I can’t talk to you when  you are drunk, you make no sense.” I huffed.

“I am not drunk, you are!” she huffed back.

We sat in silence again for a minute.

“Do you think it’s a bad thing that we are both drunk on a Monday evening?” I wondered.

“We need to get lives.” Daisy sighed. “Maybe you can start by having hot s*x with your hot boss and have little half-God babies with him.”

I took a moment to think that over. Not the hot s*x part because that had not left my mind all day since that stupid touch in that stupid car. But the little tiny half-divine-man babies. They would be cute as a button. With wild black hair like their dad, but with my big blue eyes. We would have a whole bunch of them and they would grow up to be big and strong like their father, but with my superior people skills of course.

“You would be their godmother,” I informed Daisy.

“Of course, that’s a given.” She nodded while happily continuing to sip on her wine.

“Though I probably really really shouldn’t have hot steamy baby-making s*x with David.” I sadly informed her. “That didn’t work out so well last time with Paul and I have no reason to believe this would turn out any different.”

“You don’t know if you don’t try.” Daisy insisted.

“I haven’t watched my Spanish soap operas in a while… I wonder what Fernando is up to these days.” I pondered with an evil smile while keeping my eye on Daisy.

Slight panic arose in Daisy’s eyes. “Fine, fine. I get the point. No s*x with the boss for you.” She quickly said. “It’s a shame though…” she added with a sigh.

“Yes. Yes it is.” I agreed with her.

“So,” I continued “is your job still shady and making  you uncomfortable?”

“It is.” Daisy sighed sadly. “I am starting to wonder if there is something to your crazy theory about everybody being a part of the mob.”

“Well… that is disturbing” I frowned at her.

“I know! But there is just something not right about that new client.” She waved her had in a dramatic gesture, forgetting for a moment that it held a glass of wine. Some of it flew out and landed on the floor, though thankfully just next to the carpet and none of it spilled on the couch.

“Whoopsie-Daisy,” Daisy giggled. “Perhaps this is a sign from above that I have had enough to drink.”

“So very true”, I nodded gravely while drinking the last bit of my own wine. “We should probably call it a night anyway. Unfortunately we still haven’t won the lottery so we both have jobs to get to in the morning.”

I wrestled myself off the couch with some difficulty and collected the wineglasses and the almost empty bottle of wine. I maneuvered around the puddle on the floor and made my way to the kitchen where I put everything in its appropriate spot. I wet a cloth to clean up the puddle on the floor when I suddenly heard a loud thud. I turned around and saw Daisy lying on the floor next to the couch.

“Ow!” she angrily muttered, while attempting to get up off the floor. Boy, was she going to have a rough day tomorrow.

It served her right though for giving me extremely useless advice in my David problems. Still, what would I do without her?

“You go to bed, I’ll clean up.” I generously offered.

Daisy had managed to pry herself off the floor and was now trying to shuffle away from our little living room. “Okay, thanks.” She said while continuing her harrowing journey to her bedroom.

I should put a glass of water on her nightstand with some painkillers when I am done here. She would need it if she wanted to survive tomorrow morning.

And what did I need to survive tomorrow morning? Or any part of the workweek really? Ugh, I just didn’t know anymore. ‘David, you need David’ a little voice inside me said. I rolled my eyes at the little voice, which was a grave mistake as it made the whole apartment spin. After everything stopped moving I told the little voice inside me to stop talking nonsense, it clearly had too much to drink, and that we needed to go to bed now.