A NAUGHTY AFFAIR

CHAPTER FOUR

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Alexis asked Christine as she tucked her into bed.

It was her bedtime and Christine was trying to put the little child to bed but Alexis wasn’t sleepy yet.

The 5-years old looked up at Christine, waiting for an answer to her question.

“No,” Christine replied smiling as she covered her with a big size duvet. She looked around Alexis’s bedroom, It was big, pink and well organized.

She had the latest LEGO set, a big Barbie castle that Alexis can be able to get into. Her bed was queen-sized (five times that of Christine’s).

“Why?” The little girl questioned.

“Well....umm,” Christine said, sitting on the pink chair beside her bed. “Sometimes people don’t find love in the right place and end up being alone.

“Why couldn’t you find love in the right place?” Alexis laid on her bed, her little arms out of the duvet as she kept on asking.

“Why don’t you stop asking Christine anymore question and go to sleep princess,” a voice spoke.

It was Logan. He was leaning against Christine’s open bedroom door, arms crossed with his left eyebrow raised.

“Daddy!!!!” Alexis screamed from her bed, excited to see her father.

Logan walked over kissed her on the forehead while he caressed her hair.

“Goodnight baby”.

“Goodnight daddy!!”

“Goodnight Christine,” Alexis added waving at her, before shutting her eyes.

Logan switched off Alexis’s bedside lamp and escorted Christine out her door before gently closing it behind them.

“She really likes you,” he said to Christine smiling.

“Yes, so much that she wants to know my private life,” Christine replied giggling a little. She looked up at Logan. He was wearing a T-shirt and jean trousers and looked incredible hot. His muscles flexed through the shirt and she could see his rock abs. “Thanks for saving me back there though”.

“That’s no issue”.

“So I got the job?”

“Clearly,” Logan answered, “You’re amazing with her, I’ve never seen her so happy”.

“Tomorrow, Edgar, the chaffeur will take you to your apartment and help you get your stuff while Alexis is at school,” Logan added, “Meanwhile let me show you to your room”

He led her down the hallway and opened the door to a room.

Stepping inside Christine couldn’t believe her eyes, the room was big, spacious and well lit.

Dark blue velvet curtains hung aside the window and in the right corner a dressing table with a decorative flower vase, the bed was richly upholstered in matching design to the wall paint. Everything was beautiful and well placed.

“Wow,it’s so big and beautiful,” Christine said, excitement in her voice as she paced around the room. “Thank you”.

It was nothing like her former apartment.

She felt like she was in a fairy tale, a good paying job, an adorable little child she could take care of and a handsome boss.

What more can she ask for?

“It’s nothing,” Logan replied massaging the back of his neck as he watched Christine beam with joy.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was pretty. Her dark brown hair was falling over her shoulder, her eyes tinkled with delight and her smelt of honey and vanilla. She must have been baking with Alexis.

He loved how she was so good with his daughter and how unapologetic she was when she smiled. He loved her simplicity, she was perfect.

“Why is this here?” Christine asked holding the bottle of champagne she had found on the beside table, beside it was a glass cup.

“I thought maybe you would like to celebrate getting the job, so I got the champagne on the way home,” Logan replied moving closer to her “It’s a thank you gift for coming to our lives”.

He knew he didn’t have to get her anything. No other boss did that, but he wanted to. He wanted to make her happy, to see her smile.

“Why don’t we both celebrate?” Christine said eagerly, “I will get an extra glass from the kitchen”.

Logan nodded and sat on the opposite the bed as he watched her leave the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Christine arrived from the kitchen with a glass cup and poured out part of the drink in the two glass cups. She gave one to Logan and took one.

“So why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Logan asked sipping the champagne, his back resting against the chair.

“Let just say bad luck,” she chuckled a little bit, before sitting on the bed. “I just don’t believe in love anymore”

She poured another glass and gulped it down as memories of her past relationships flooded her mind.

“I think it’s their loss, you’re really beautiful,” Logan spoke in a raspy low tone. He wasn’t lying though, she was beautiful and being so closer to her was messing with his head. He wanted to touch her, to tell her how those other guys don’t deserve her, but he knew he couldn’t. It was wrong, she works for him.

He had a rule never to sleep with his employees.

Christine eyes lit up as she heard what Logan said. He just called her beautiful.

She blushed and drank another glass.

She felt the room getting hotter.

“I think your handsome too,” She replied, her eyes fixed on Logan “If I may say, very very attractive”.

She hiccuped and chuckled a bit.

Logan stood up and walked to the bed on which she sat.

He sat bedside her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek with his knuckles.

Christine could feel the heat and warmth radiating off his body. Their faces were just inches apart. She could feel her heat beating faster as nasty thoughts overshadowed her mind.

“Christine I....” Logan began to speak but she shut him up by placing a finger on his lips.

She knew this was wrong, what she was about to do could create problem between them. But she didn’t care, all reasoning left her at the moment. She knew he liked her and she liked him too.

Ever since she saw at the living room she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s the champagne, or his cologne, or that she was horny.

Whatever the reason, Christine wanted Logan lips upon hers, she wanted to touch his chiseled face. To feel his body upon hers, his touch, his.....

She was still thinking of it, when Logan presses his lips against her, the contact of their lips shook her like an electric bolt as shivers traveled through her body.

His lips were soft, warm and sweet. The champagne maybe but they tasted sweeter each passing second.

His hand grabbed her waist while she slid hers around his neck.

A moan escaped her lips as he slid his hand up, and gently squeezed her brea*ts.

Christine knew where this was going, Logan knew the consequences of his actions but they didn’t care.