Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) by Yolanda Allen Page A

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passenger’s seat. I don’t close the door. Mr. White drops heavily into the
driver’s seat. He tears his tie from around his neck then bangs the steering
wheel a few times with his fist.
    I want to console him but I don’t know what to do. I’ve never
had to calm a man down before. What do you say to someone that wants to rip a
guy’s arm off for touching you inappropriately?
    A low grunt interrupts my thoughts. “What?”
    Mr. White looks over at me. His eyes darkened with anger. “I’m
sorry for losing my temper in front of you like that.”
    “It’s okay. I totally understand why you did that. Thank you
for stepping in.”
    “Do you need me to take you home?”
    I shake my head. “I drove.” I pause for a moment. “Are you
okay?”
    “Yes.”
    I give a small smile. “Okay.” I turn to get out of the car but
Mr. White catches my arm. I look down at his hand. He slowly caresses my skin
with his thumb. Tingles instantly run the length of my body. I know I shouldn’t
be turned on by him at this very moment. I know that my panties should not be
wet right now. But I am and they are. I find the courage to look into his eyes.
Calmness has replaced the anger that was there just moments ago.
    “Are you okay?” he asks.
    “Yes, Mr. White, I’m fine.”
    His gaze roams over my face as if searching for assurance that
I’m telling the truth. He slowly takes his hand away.
    “See you on Monday,” I say then exit the car.
     
     
    Monday…
     
    My boss has been flooding my thoughts all day yesterday and
all night. The way he put Ted in his place frightened me and turned me on all
at the same time. I didn’t tell Bianca what happened when we talked yesterday.
For some reason I just want to keep this between my boss and I. I can’t look
too deep into his actions. I’m sure he would’ve done that for any girl that he
thought was being harassed by a drunken jerkoff like Ted. I’m just glad that he
was there to protect me.
    I step off the elevators at eleven o’clock. Mr. White emailed
me yesterday afternoon and told me that I could come in late today. His way of
apologizing for the events that took place at the hotel bar. I say hello to Josie
and Denise before heading to my cubicle. Mr. White is sitting in his office. I
put my belongings down at my desk and turn on my computer. I need to let my
little girl fantasies about my boss go. But the way that he’d caressed my arm
yesterday. And the way that he’d looked at me. I admit I was extremely turned
on and could have imagined the lust in his eyes. My desire to be wanted by him
could have clouded my judgment of his actions. Maybe it wasn’t a passionate
caress but more of a soothing caress. Like a grown up would give a child when
they are scared or hurt. Does it matter one way or the other? He’s my boss. He
signs my paychecks. He’s off-limits.
    I walk to Mr. White’s office. He’s sitting at his desk reading
over a file. Could I really have anything more than just a working relationship
with a man like that? Is it possible to have a romantic relationship with
someone that you work with? Especially if he’s your boss? Mr. White runs his
fingers through his hair. A tiny shiver rolls up my spine. If I had it my way,
it would be him that’s giving me mind-blowing orgasms not some stranger at a
club. I shake my head. There is something about this man that makes me crave
him. Unfortunately, he’s untouchable.
    I knock on the door. “Mr. White?”
    He looks up at me. “Miss Riley, good morning.” A pleased grin
spreads across his face.
    “Good morning, sir. I wanted to see if you needed for me to
get you some coffee.”
    “I’ve had some already. But I do need for you to do something
else for me before you get too busy with work.”
    “Sure.”
    He motions for me to come closer. “I need to get a present for
someone.” He takes out his wallet then hands me a credit card.
    It’s his personal credit card. “What type of present do you
need,