Anyone U Want(4)By: Evangeline Anderson
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
Holly sighed, defeated. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Well that’s crap,” Abby announced. “You never know unless you try. If he’s as big a control freak as you say, I bet he’d get off on all that dominance and submission stuff.”
“Abby, please! That’s completely out of the question.” Holly felt like her whole body was blushing. There was no way she was going to approach her handsome, unobtainable boss and ask if he wanted to dominate her. In fact, the very idea of him finding out that she craved punishment from him was enough to make her feel slightly ill with embarrassment.
Abby grinned unrepentantly. “Suit yourself but I think you’re passing up a golden opportunity. There must be some way you could let him know. Bring that dream-viewer to work and leave it on your desk come lunch time. If he’s half as nosey as me he’ll take a peek and before you know it he’ll be calling you into his office and bending you over his knee.”
“Don’t even talk about that.” Holly felt a flutter of pure panic at the very idea. If Grant Harris the Third ever, ever got even an inkling of the kind of sex she craved, let alone found out that she programmed her dream viewer with sick, naughty fantasies of him spanking her into submission she would absolutely die.
Abby looked bored. “Fine. We can discuss the juicy details of your real sex life instead. Oh wait—you don’t have one because you’re too in love with your boss to go out with the guys I set you up with.”
Holly’s hand tightened on the expensive dream-viewer headset. “It’s not that I don’t want to go—I just don’t have time right now, Abby. I’m always away on business trips and I work nights and weekends half the time too.”
“Only because you want to be near your precious boss,” Abby accused. “Hell, if he decided to become a vampire and told you he was going to conduct business from midnight to dawn you wouldn’t bat an eye. You can’t even promise to spend Christmas with your family because he might want you to go somewhere.”
Holly shifted uncomfortably. This had been a sore spot with her mom—leave it to Abby to bring it up. “It’s just that Grant said we might go on a business trip around that time and I don’t like to promise if I’m not sure I can keep my word.”
“So now it’s ‘Grant’ is it? Only I bet you never call him that at work. Anymore than he calls you Holly.” Abby frowned.
“Well, no…but we have a formal relationship. There’s a line we never really cross. Not that I don’t want to but I can’t.” Holly felt frustrated, trying to explain. How could she make Abby see? Her friend was so blunt and straight-forward, there was no way she would get Mr. Harris’s dry sense of humor. How could Holly explain the witty, acerbic little asides he murmured to her in the middle of boring business meetings when she was supposed to be taking notes for him? Or the way he looked at her sometimes with those piercing blue eyes as though he was trying to see her very soul?
Holly had seen the way other big finance and business men treated their personal assistants—like machines that were designed to do a specific task with no emotions or personal preferences. Mr. Harris wasn’t like that. When they went out for lunch, he asked her where she wanted to go and always picked up the check. When they went on business trips he let her choose the hotel they stayed in. He took a personal interest in her, asking about her weekends and her family and listening intently to everything she said. They even traded favorite books back and forth on occasion.
And just because they retained their formal façade and called each other Mr. Harris and Miss Sparks didn’t mean he didn’t care—to Holly it meant that he respected her too much to treat her like an object or just another employee in his vast corporation. How could she help falling in love with him in light of those circumstances?
“Hello, Earth to Holly?”
“Huh?” Holly looked up to see Abby staring at her in disgust.
“Look, it’s clear I’m getting nowhere with you. If you want to waste your life pining after a man you’re too afraid to go after, then be my guest.” Abby shook her head and stood up. “Just remember when you’re old and gray and all alone it’s because you were too chicken to take a chance.”