Falling for the BOSS

Madisons POV: I never expected anything like this to happen, I started this job just wanting a new start, a change, and my independence. I was happy, I was finding myself and enjoying myself at the same time, I never saw him much, but when I did, holy f**k did I know it. Jake Flynn. Everytime he came into view, I stopped in my tracks and forgot everything I was supposed to be doing, 6” something tall, dark blonde hair that formed loose ringlets, a jaw line sharp enough to cut you just by looking, a stare that makes you weak at the knees. And that body. Oh my god, i’d never seen anything so perfect. I started working for the Flynn family a few months after I left my job as a lifeguard, there was nothing there for me, I didn’t get along with my mother anymore and my father left when I was only a baby. My mother and I used to be so close, but as I got older I rebelled and starting “acting up” as she called it, I dropped out of sixth form and quit my job at the pool. I was left with nothing and I didn’t see a problem with it, I’ve always been outspoken, some would call it cocky, but i’ve always enjoyed being the centre of attention. Through a friend of a friend, I met the Flynn family. They own and travel a well known Circus, The Cortez. I don’t know where the name originated, but it’s been the same for generations. I never intended on running away with the circus, as much as my mother jokingly said I would throughout my childhood, but fate is fate. The Flynn family themselves are quiet people, there is only four of them, Henry and Shelby are in their early 60s but they’ve ran the Cortez their whole lives, in more recent years they’ve taken a step back allowing their two sons, Bentley and Jake, to take over. Bentley is the older of the two brothers and is very reserved, he doesn’t have much to do with the Cortez, but does appear whenever he is needed. Jake however, he’s the baby of the family, he runs the show. All of it. He doesn’t perform, none of the Flynn’s do, but he’s the brains of the whole operation. We tour the whole of the UK, three weeks at a time. Myself and two other men are employed by the Flynns, however i’m the longest serving staff member, I know that place better than the back of my hand. I definitely get it easier than the other men, besides i’m only a 21 year old girl, they’re both men in their late 30s. When I first started, I worked on the food booth that stood in the foyer of the tent, I used to be so mesmerised by the lights and glimmering outfits the performers would wear that i’d completely ignore customers until they were screaming at me to serve them. My favourite performer was a lady a few years older than me, Renee De’ Soleil, of course that wasn’t her real last name, but i never cared to ask. Her act was a burlesque type, mixed with fire breathing. The way she so carelessly played with the flames and moved under the spotlights was so enticing that every performance every member of the audience, including the staff were fixed in a daze of her. A few months passed, and i’d plucked up the courage to ask her to teach me her act, I wanted to be there, under the lights, with all eyes on me. She did gladly, she had fallen pregnant anyway, so there was a gap in the show that needed to be filled, and with some persistence, I’d not only nailed the act but i’d also gained Henry’s permission to perform it in the show. The Flynn’s workers never had anything to do with the show itself before, the performers were privately contracted under their own terms, we just built, moved and pulled down the tent, as well as minding the food booths and ticket offices. After my three years of working for the Flynn’s, I’ve never shared more than a 20 seconds conversation with the youngest brother and son, Jake. He is a disinterested businessman whose priorities lie within himself, and his family. Understandable. The few short conversations he had engaged in with me, I always managed to make a fool of myself, losing my words or train of thought at the mere sight of the man. It was easy to get lost in Jake’s looks, the piercing blue eyes and tanned, toned physique was perfect in every way, And every at every chance he could when we would build up or pull the Cortez tent down, he would be topless. Holy. s**t. Even after three years, I can’t help but stare in awe, his muscles defined in every opportune way, every now and then i’d snap a picture for my own safe keeping and pleasure, but he didn’t need to know that. I was obsessed from a distance, not in a creepy way, he just fascinated me. Jake’s attitude however was one of a complete cunt. He was kind and happy, most of the time. But he’s self obsessed, not in his looks, but in his business. That’s all he does is “work” and sleep. The worst part is he picks favourites, not intentionally, but he always favours the two other male workers over me, they are more important. I’m sure he just tolerates me because i’ve worked there longer and I know my s**t, In that sense i’m too valuable to get rid of. How I wished I could get inside that man’s pants. There’s never been anything between us, but the odd “babe” or wink in casual life was passed to me, I can’t help but have a slight trickle of hope that he looks at me in that way too. His smile is addictive, the slight side smirk he gives makes my knees buckle, not to mention the tidal waves between my thighs. I can’t hold a conversation with the man, let alone get him into bed.