Finding Love With The CEO

I can't get you out of my head

Allie’s POV

The whole time I was walking home I could not shake the feeling that I was being followed. This entire day has been strange. First, everything at work was going very well. Then he walked in and the whole atmosphere at the Diner shifted. I know he is feared by many because of his bad boy attitude and his money, but I am not afraid of him. If anything, I was curious about him. He is so beautiful and those eyes are ugh. I could get lost in his eyes. What is wrong with me? Why do I even care about how he looks and those dreamy bedroom eyes? I need to focus on something else. Besides, he was rude. He barely said anything unless he was ordering yet another entrée that he did not even eat. I am so confused. On one hand, I want to know more about the man, but I also cannot stand people like him. Rich people always think they are better than everyone else. At least that is what I have been told. I am sitting here obsessing over a man who would not give me a second glance if I had not been his waitress in the first place. Plus, I doubt if he will be back on my shift at least.

I decided to take a hot bubble bath to relax my sore muscles after a long day. As I sat there and tried to relax, I found my thoughts drifting off to a certain sexy billionaire. Envisioning what it would be like to be in his strong arms and him gazing lovingly into my eyes. I pictured what it would feel like to have those big hands of his touching and caressing me. My mind wandered all the way into the gutter, and I started to fantasize about what kind of lover he would be. Would he be gentle, or would he work my body like a part-time job? The thought of him had me hot as July. I have never been so turned on in my life, and he was not even really there.

That is it I have to get out of this tub and find something to occupy my mind for a while. I made a quick dinner and watched some TV.

I was tired but I dreaded going to sleep. It has been the same thing night after night lately. There was a time I thought of love and romance. Waiting for my fantasy guy to come and rescue me. But now, horrible memories of my past and that awful night that changed my life forever. Why can't I just be happy? Why do the memories still feel so real and raw? I tossed and turned until I fell into a restless sleep, but instead of nightmares, it was filled with thoughts of him. How can a perfect stranger turn my nightmares into lustful thoughts of him? This rude guy could have any woman he chooses is engraved in my mind. Although I didn't sleep well, my mood was more positive. Any night without nightmares is a good night. The uneasiness I felt prematurely should have been a warning sign that something was going to happen, but I let my guard down. I just hope I don't live to regret it.