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I didn't feel much better the second time I woke up after having slept with her. To be perfectly honest I felt considerably worse given that as I rolled over and opened my eyes, she was still lying next to me. How had I let this happen again? Why was I allowing her to have any kind of effect on me? What the fuck was going on that I seemed to lose all common sense when she was trying it on?

I hastily crawled out of bed, pulling on the closest clothes I could find before making my way downstairs for some much needed caffeine and a pep talk. As I stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for the coffee to brew, I couldn't believe the situation I had allowed myself to get into. I was struggling to come up with a plan of action and couldn't see any way of getting her out of my house promptly and efficiently without coming across as rude. After all, we were still going to have to work together after this. My head was starting to pound and my body ached, a not so welcome reminder of the work out I'd had the night before, and it was making it even more difficult to think of what my next move should be.

Unfortunately, I wasn't given much time to think as my solitude was brusquely interrupted. She looked sheepish, and I couldn't help wishing she'd just left the night before like she had the last time. I scanned her up and down, finding the sight of her dressed up in work clothes so early in the morning a little weird.

I cleared my throat, "Do you er … want to like … borrow something else to wear?"

"It's fine."

"You want a coffee?"

I'm not sure why I was offering her anything, having absolutely no desire for her to stay longer than necessary. Fortunately, her next words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"I'm just gonna head home."

I nodded my head in understanding, taking an uncomfortable gulp of my coffee as we dared to maintain eye contact for a few seconds.

"I'll see you later Sophie."

With that she turned on the spot and made her way through the living room and out of my front door. I couldn't help but breath out a sigh of relief as I was once again left alone.

I was somewhat relieved that she seemed to feel just as awkward about things as I did. For all her confidence and charm the night before, Sian appeared to be a just as lost as me the next morning.

Where was I even supposed to go from here? Once can be chalked up to a mistake or a lapse in judgement. If we'd simply fucked on the desk at work then perhaps we could argue it was just a case of lust and passion getting the better of us. But now? I had taken her back to my house twice and had sex with her all night. My aching muscles and fatigue were testament to that.

I wasn't able to dwell on things any further as my phone started to ring, my heart dropping as I saw the name on the screen. In all the drama surrounding things with Sian, I had forgotten that my day off was not going to be spent in bed like I had hoped.

Raising my phone to my ear, I reluctantly answered, "Hello?"

"You'd forgotten hadn't you?"

"I've been busy Beth."

Beth was my best friend and had been for a long time after meeting in school and instantly hitting it off. We didn't spend as much time together these days as I would like, life getting in the way as all my spare time was consumed with work and she was kept busy raising a family. Even though it had been a while since we'd last seen one another, I was reluctant to venture outside my house after everything that had happened. However, I knew she was never going to let me off the hook and whether I liked it or not, it looked like I was going to have socialise.

After a shower and putting on a fresh set of clothes, I still didn't feel much better. The second coffee didn't even help and that was unusual. My thoughts were plagued with memories of the night before and it was effecting my ability to think rationally about how I was now going to maintain a healthy, normal, working relationship with Sian. However, an even bigger problem I currently faced was how I was going to hide what I had done from my friends. We were all incredibly close and told each other practically everything, regardless of how embarrassing it might be. But there was no way I could let them know I had made the mistake of sleeping with Sian, never mind more than once. It's not that I thought they would disown me or anything, but despite how close we were as friends, I knew they were only human and bound to judge me. I would if roles were reversed.

We had arranged to meet at a bar in town and as I stepped inside, it appeared my inner turmoil had resulted in me being the last to arrive. I was greeted warmly by my friends, exchanging hugs and statements like 'it's been too long' or 'how's everything going?'. Drinks were ordered and everyone had fallen into easy conversation, catching up on what we were all up to. All of my friends were in long term relationships or married, several of them having children and as a result, whenever we got together there was always the inevitable question.

"So Sophie, are you seeing anyone?"

I looked up from my drink, locking eyes with my friend Sam who was eagerly awaiting my answer to her question. I had hoped I could hold off on this conversation just a little while longer, but it seemed they were all desperate to hear the potentially juicy details of my love life. Unfortunately for them, I had absolutely no intention of telling them anything.

I shook my head gently and offered what I hoped was a convincing smile, "Nope, no one at the minute."

"But are you getting laid?"

Typical Beth. She seemed to have more of an interest in my sex life than I did. Even though I should have been expecting it, the question caught me off guard.

"I errm …"

Beth laughed, "Who is she then?"

"There isn't anyone."

"You're a terrible liar Sophie."

"Honestly, there isn't a girl."

The conversation continued like that for several minutes. Each of my friends took it in turns to interrogate me and try to get me to break. I wouldn't budge and eventually they gave up, seemingly accepting the fact that I must be telling the truth. We fell back in to idle chit chat and the afternoon passed by quickly. Despite my reservations, I had to admit that getting out of the house and taking my mind of things had helped improve my mood. Had I stayed at home, I would have undoubtedly lay in bed all day, wallowing in guilt and regret. A day out with my friends appeared to be just what I needed and as I returned back home after a nice afternoon, I didn't feel quite as bad as I thought I would. I even managed to get some sleep.

I wish more than anything that I could say I felt the same way when I woke up the next morning, but unfortunately the self-loathing was back with a vengeance. As I got dressed for work, I berated myself repeatedly for not only sleeping with a girl completely and utterly wrong for me, but choosing the one that I had to endure working with more than anyone else.

Stepping in to the office, I was relieved to find it empty. My eyes lingered on the desk for a little longer than I would have liked, images of Sian perched on the edge of it, gripping on to my collar as she moaned in pleasure flashing through my mind. I gave my head a shake, there was no way I was going to let this affect me more than necessary. I was a mature, sophisticated, fully grown up adult and I wasn't going to start freaking out about the fact that I'd had sex with someone, no matter how inappropriate. It was time to start approaching the situation with some level of maturity. I mean how could I judge Sian for being so young and inexperienced when I was acting like some sort of high schooler who'd kissed their crush behind the bike sheds and didn't know how to deal with it the next day?

I sat down at my desk, clearing some space in front of me as I logged on to the computer and decided just getting on with my work was probably best. I had already decided I was just going to act normal with her, no drama, no awkwardness, just professional and natural. There was no need for things to get weird. At the end of the day, regardless of her age, Sian was still a grown up, consenting adult and I was sure she could get on board with just acting like everything was normal.

It seemed I would be just about to find out if this was indeed possible as the door to the office opened and Sian stepped in. I hated my reaction to her presence, my eyes being drawn straight to her and travelling down the length of her body. She was dressed impeccably once again with flawlessly curled hair, make up done to perfection and her short, black skirt and white shirt hugging her body in all the right places. The pulsing of blood in my ears suddenly seemed weirdly loud and my mouth was beginning to water as I considered the fact that just two days ago I'd had that body naked and completely at my mercy below me. If she noticed my reaction to being near her, she did a good job of pretending she hadn't.

"Sophie the delivery's here. Can you come help me sort it? They need you to sign."

I nodded my head, locking my computer and rising to my feet. She handed me the invoice for the delivery, looking me in the eye for the first time since she entered the room as I took it from her. We stayed like that for several seconds, both of us clutching the piece of paper between us, eyes locked together almost as if time had stopped. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until she finally released the invoice and turned on the spot, making her way out of the office and motioning for me to follow her. My eyes once again drifted down her body of their own accord, her hips swaying hypnotically with every click of her heels against the ground.

Realising I was losing myself again, I forced my eyes away from her, clearing my throat awkwardly before following after her. We pretty much worked in silence as we put away the delivery, only occasionally exchanging the odd word or asking for help with something. I did everything within my power not to watch her. Every time she bent over to pick up another box I made a point of keeping my eyes glued to what I was doing. Every time she brushed past me in the stock room to grab something else, I focused on anything but the sensation of her skin brushing against mine. I had never been more confused by how I was feeling. It's not like I had ever been interested in sleeping with her before. Sure I'd let my eyes linger on her a little more than I should have in the past, but I had always known she was never going to be the right girl for me, not to mention off limits. And I definitely had no interest in being with her. Perhaps it was just the fact that sex with her had been better than I could have anticipated. I'd at least expected some uncertainty or nervousness from her but it had been nothing like that.

I was broken from my thoughts once again as she let out a squeal, clearly struggling with the box she was trying to place on the top shelf. I glanced over just as she began to topple backwards, quickly reaching forward and gripping her hip with my hand to rebalance her as I stretched up with my other hand and took the weight of the box. Her body collapsed back in to mine a little, her bum pressing against me causing my grip to tighten on her hip as I managed to push the box on to the shelf. I felt her tense against me and her breathing hitch at the contact, her body now flush against mine as we remained frozen in the position we'd found ourselves. The smell of her shampoo filled my nostrils and it was nothing short of intoxicating, my breathing getting more laboured the longer we remained pressed against one another. I could feel her chest beginning to rise and fall heavier with every second that passed, our closeness obviously having the same effect on her own breathing.

Lowering my hand from the top shelf, I let it hang limply by my side, swallowing down the lump that had started to develop in my throat. She did the same thing, removing her hand from the box slowly before bending her arm at the elbow, reaching behind her and placing her hand on the back of my neck. My eyes closed involuntarily as I felt her fingernails dig in to my skin and she relaxed against me.

I felt like I couldn't move. Even breathing was becoming a struggle as I huffed out one heavy breath after another. It suddenly felt incredibly hot within the confines of the stock room and I could have sworn my skin was on fire at every point her body was touching mine.

And just like that we were broken from our moment as the door to the room opened causing us to jump apart at lightning speed. I'm sure we were probably both sporting the same 'deer in headlights' expression as the dim room was suddenly was suddenly lit up by the bright corridor outside.

"Hey boss, there's someone at the bar wants to speak to the manager. Something about the beer we stock here?"

We had been interrupted by one of my staff members, Lily, and I found myself somewhat grateful that whatever moment I had found myself in with Sian had been brought to a halt. God only knows what could have happened otherwise. As if it wasn't bad enough that I'd slept with her twice already, I can't imagine a bigger mistake than having sex with her in the stock room, in the middle of a shift, with a bar full of customers and all of the staff outside.

Clearing my throat awkwardly, I dared to shoot a glance in her direction, catching her staring down at the ground, the faintest of blushes creeping up her neck and her breathing still uneven. I didn't dare look at her for too long, drawing my attention back to Lily and offering a smile.

"Sure, let's go."

We didn't discuss or acknowledge what had happened for the rest of the day. Somehow it was possible for us to get through our shift without any unnecessary weirdness or awkward moments. We even managed to be civil with one another, working well together and communicating as and when required. I was filled with a sense of comfort that maybe, somehow things were going to be okay. Sian had been behaving in a far more mature manner than I'd thought she would and her approach to our colossal mistake was much better than I ever could have expected. If anything it was my own behaviour that was concerning me the most. I had always known she was attractive but my body's reaction to her being so close to me was unsettling to say the least. It was freaking me out more than I cared to admit and the self-loathing was creeping back in the more I dwelled on it. I tried to convince myself that I was only feeling this way because we'd slept together. Of course that was going to alter the way my body reacted to her presence and I was obviously going to appreciate how gorgeous she was in a new light. I'd seen all she had to offer after all and I hadn't been disappointed. However, that had to be the end of it because although I was of the opinion that she had been utterly fantastic in bed, I still hated myself for what I had done. I still judged myself and couldn't help but feel I was now a lesser person for allowing myself to be over ruled by my hormones. I'd never done anything like this before. I took my job seriously and I wasn't even the kind of person to have a one night stand or partake in meaningless sex, much less with someone I would have to work with afterwards.

Then there was her age. To many people it might not have been a big deal that she was so much younger than me. I mean it's not like we were breaking the law or anything and if we were both ten or twenty years older, it probably wouldn't even bother me. But she was only eighteen. She was still in college for goodness sake. She didn't want to stay the night in case her parents worried about her. That's the kind of thing children have to do or they'd get grounded. Granted she might have been more mature than I initially gave her credit for but she was still so young. Even though she had been just as game as I was, the age gap left me feeling like I was taking advantage of her. And to top it all off, I was also her boss. Surely this was a law suit waiting to happen. You have a responsibility as someone's boss, there's a power play taking place and everyone has their step on the ladder for a reason. You start having sex with the people below you and surely that messes everything up? Clearly it couldn't happen again.

Regardless of all of this, we still had a job to do and surprisingly the pleasantness between us lasted the entirety of the shift. We sat in the office completing our usual paperwork at the end of the night, even cracking the occasional joke and laughing together. It was a relief for things to be easy after everything that had happened. I was reluctant to fall into a false sense of security that everything could just go back to normal now, but it certainly felt like it could.

"When's your next day off then?"

I pushed my hair back off my face, attempting to get a better look at the paperwork in front of me, "Errrm … this Saturday. Unless I end up covering for someone again that is."

She giggled, leaning back in her chair and sliding her pen behind her ear, "I know, I never took you for a soft touch."

Quirking an eyebrow, I looked back at her curiously, "A soft touch?"

"Oh you know … some young, upset, poor girl comes in … bats her eyelashes at you and feeds you a sob story and you fall for it hook, line and sinker."

My brows furrowed in to a frown, "It wasn't like that."

"All I'm saying is …" She raised her arms, crossing them behind her head and leaning back on them, "You work all the time, hardly ever get a day away from this place and I can't believe you would give up a rare Saturday night off to cover for some girl you don't even care about so she can go see her granny. You must be exhausted. You work hard Sophie."

"I know that."

Her lips turned up in to a mischievous grin as she maintained eye contact with me, that playful twinkle beginning to make itself known, "I mean don't get me wrong … I know you've got great stamina and everything … but still …"

My stomach flipped, her statement sending my mind straight into the gutter as I shot her a warning glare, "Sian."

"I thought it was all downhill after you hit twenty-five?"

She was purposefully trying to wind me up, that much was obvious and I narrowed my eyes in her direction, "I'm only twenty-six."

"Like your metabolism slows down, you have less energy y-"

"I'm not that old you know?"

Her grin broadened and she cocked her head to one side, "Never said you were."

"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work." I muttered my words out quietly, breaking eye contact with her as I looked back down to the papers in front of me.

"What am I trying to do?"

I glanced back up at her, a smirk still firmly planted on her lips but she was now leaning forward on the desk, arms folded in front of her. It took all the power I had within me to keep my eyes focused on hers and not drop to her chest.

"You're trying to get a rise out of me."

Shaking her head, she laughed quietly under her breath, "Am I now?"

"Look can we just …" I paused, blowing out a calming breath as my voice came out slightly louder than I'd intended, "Finish off this work so I can get home?"

"Touchy much?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes tightly, "Sian."

She leaned forward further, surely aware of the fact her cleavage was now virtually on full display for me, a cheeky grin still on her face as she lowered her voice to mimic mine, "Sophie."

"Can you just behave yourself please?" I gave her an exasperated look, desperately wanting to just keep things professional.

She laughed again, "Or what? You'll threaten to fire me again?"

I said nothing, my eyes narrowing ever so slightly as I looked back at her trying to determine if she was being serious with what she was saying.

"Cause don't get me wrong Soph but …" She grinned back at me, lowering her voice even further, "I think you lost that right when you slept with me."

My jaw slacked, unable to quite believe what she'd said as she gave me a self-satisfied smirk tilting her head to one side again as she waited to gauge my reaction.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?"

She shook her head, "No of course not. All I'm saying is … and hey, this could be just me … but in some circles that's considered sexual harassment."

"What, so you've slept with me so that you can … blackmail me?"

She laughed again, the sound only serving to irritate me further, "No, I slept with you because I thought it would be fun. And don't worry, you didn't disappoint."

I couldn't quite believe how the conversation had ended up where it was. Just a few minutes ago we had been chatting amicably and sharing the occasional joke and now I wasn't sure what her game was. I knew she had originally just been trying to get a rise out of me. She seemed to enjoy getting a reaction from me, goading me in to biting at something she'd said. But now? I wasn't sure what she wanted or what the end game was.

"Where are you going with this?"

She shrugged, "I'm not going anywhere with anything."

"Just for the record, and to use one of your own quotes, it would be my word against yours so just try it and see what happens."

Her eyes practically sparkled at my words, sinking her teeth in to her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the practically demonic grin now spreading across her face, "Thought it wasn't going to work?"

"What?" I scrunched up my nose. Now I was more confused than ever.

"You said I wasn't gonna get a rise out of you."

"So that's all this is? Trying to get a reaction from me?"

"In my defence …" She raised her eyebrows, leaning right across the table as she spoke in barely a whisper, "You are quite sexy when you're angry."

I turned my head to the side and blew out an irritated breath, "This is precisely the reason it was such a massive fucking mistake sleeping together."

"Which time exactly?"

"This isn't a game!" I could feel myself on the verge of snapping and it was beginning to make me think irrationally. For the briefest of seconds, I even considered taking her right there on the desk in an attempt to swap this cocky, arrogant girl in front of me for the shy, reserved one who had woken up in my bed a couple of days previous.

"Oh I'm only joking, calm down."

Shaking my head, I exhaled heavily, "It's not something to joke about though is it?"

"If we can't joke about it then what's the alternative? Pretend it never happened? Because that worked so well didn't it. We just ended up doing it again."

"Well that's not going to happen again."

"Oh really?" The broad grin had returned to her face, "So you're saying if I threw myself at you now, you'd say no?"

I swallowed down the lump that had promptly formed in my throat at her words. Unable to stop myself after all this time of internal struggling, my eyes finally drifted down from the blue ones staring back at me and settled on her breasts, propped up perfectly due to how she was currently leaning against the desk. The few buttons she had popped open at the top of her white shirt made the sight even more enjoyable and I couldn't imagine anyone's cleavage looking better than hers in that moment. I forced my line of sight back up and caught her staring back at me carefully, watching my every move. She must have picked up on the fact my breathing had become heavier and I could feel a blush beginning to creep up the side of my neck.

"You know …" She unfolded her arms, resting the palm of her left hand on the desk before starting to delicately trace patterns on the wood with her right index finger, her eyes intently locked with mine, "For someone who thinks it's so terribly wrong that we've had sex … you sure seem to struggle with keeping your eyes off me."

I was transfixed by the movements of her fingers on the desk, the sight bringing back vivid memories of how she'd trailed her fingertips over my bare skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. I wet my lips, desperate to get some moisture in to my mouth in a feeble attempt at preventing my voice from coming out hoarse. "Would it hurt you to do more than half the buttons up on your shirt?"

She breathed out a laugh, "No one's making you look."

Not entirely sure what to say in return to her comment, I merely stared back at her, waiting to see if she would say anything else in her bid to toy with me. Clearly she was enjoying having the upper hand immensely and I was reluctant to say anything to make myself look even more of a fool. Things couldn't go on this way but with her sat just across from me, looking as gorgeous as she did, it was difficult for me to keep a level head. I needed to get out of the office and into the safety of my house as quickly as possible so instead of saying anything, I merely bowed my head and went back to finishing off the paperwork in front of me.

I heard her snort out a laugh but I chose not to look up from what I was doing, sure that she was probably satisfied enough at the fact she had won. Several minutes ticked by on the clock as she appeared to go back to her work as well and we powered through inventory and cashing up sheets. I banked the money in the safe in silence, filing away all the relevant papers before picking up my jacket and looking at her expectantly.

"Ready to lock up?"

She glanced across at me, a subtle grin on her face as she nodded and picked up her own coat. I pulled on the door to the office, holding it open as she stepped out ahead of me and I went to lock up. I made a conscious effort of making sure I didn't look at her as she passed me.

As I made my way through the building and towards the main entrance, it appeared she had already left and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I was eternally grateful that she hadn't tried to pick up our earlier conversation again and had obliged to my silent request of simply getting on with our work. Locking up the main doors, I was pleased that it was another warm night for my walk home. Turning on the spot, my stomach sank as I made my way through the car park and my eyes fell on her.

The driver's door was open, where she stood in front of the entrance, facing towards me with her arms folded on the roof of the car. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked in my direction once she realised she had my attention, "Lift?"

I scoffed, "Somehow, I don't think so."

"Thought you might say that."

Rolling my eyes, I took a few steps further across the car park, "So why ask?"

She shrugged, "Doesn't hurt to be nice."

"Yeah well, thanks but no thanks."

"Okay, suit yourself." She unfolded her arms from the roof of the car, picking up her car keys before looking back at me briefly and shooting me a wink, "See ya tomorrow."

I groaned internally, watching as she climbed in to the car and started up the engine. Something was going to have to change here, and fast.