Love from My Dominant Boss

I ran into Michael when I got back to the company.

I saw him when I was about to go into the elevator, but I did not talk to him since he said we should keep a distance when we were in public.

I originally wanted to wait for him to step outside before I entered, but to my surprise, he tugged me into the elevator and closed the door behind us.

“Aren’t you heading out?”

I was confused.

His silence elicited a frown on my brows, but before I could say anything, he pulled me into his arms and dipped his head, giving me a kiss.

My eyes widened in shock at his sudden gesture and my mind went blank. His kiss was gentle. I almost felt like he was kissing someone he genuinely loved.

Michael pushed me against the wall and continued kissing me.

My heart raced in excitement and fear. I was worried the door might open and people might catch us in the act, but kissing him in the elevator also gave me an inexplicable thrill.

Just as I was hoping for more, Michael pulled away from me. He looked much more collected now.

I was suddenly at a loss for words looking at him. He had always acted in unexpected ways that startled me.

“I’ll be out for the afternoon. I’ll see you after work. Make sure you go home right after work.”

The way he talked sounded as if he was ordering me, but there was also a subtle smile on his face at the same time.

I would be lying to say that I was completely unfazed by his charm. I could not help but wonder if I really had a special place in his heart, or was everything just a fling for him.

secretly hoped I meant something

right, I’ll be

the thought of our relationship. He had no obligation to treat me this nicely if there was nothing serious going on between us. But, if we were really a thing, I

no idea what he was trying to do. After getting an answer

he walked off and slapped myself back to reality. I had to stop myself before I got carried away. It was ridiculous for me to even think Michael and I might end up being in a

after I got back to my seat. I busied

ingredients so I could make some of Michael’s favorite dishes. It had become a habit for me to cook him dinner. I was not even sure if I would be able to wean myself off

home. He was exceptionally particular

down at the table for dinner. Although my cooking was not splendid, he would

was done eating, he took a

to the

from the mall?” I asked out

then, he would be so paranoid about us getting spotted by other people when

know when we get

to buy, he left me hanging and

someone

darted my nervous

normal for someone like me to have

shot me an indifferent

him all the time. But, it

get to the bottom of it

to keep

you’re asking too many questions,