I'm thinking probably 2 chapters left, maybe 3. There will be a time jump soon.

Sorry this is so short, I just couldn't decide where I wanted to go next, but I will make it up to you before it's done. I'm sorry that my brain just feels fried and needs a break soon, hence all fluff, but seems many of you are happy with that fact. I may edit this a little more later. So anyway... here ya go :D

Chapter 6

Ever since Bo left my house the other night it's been hard to sleep, hard to focus. There was this constant thrumming that kept me awake and distracted, making me want nothing more than to see her, touch her, again. The first kiss out in the canyon was beyond intense, but over shadowed by the build up and preconceived ideas of what it would be like to hold her and taste her lips. While it shook me to my very core, it was the kiss in my living room that did me in. That kiss awakened every cell in my body, like I'd never been alive until the moment she breathed life into me. Now she was the very air that I needed to survive in this new life.

It wasn't lost on me either, how neither one of us were these silly love struck women. We were both driven by money, success, a need to achieve beyond our parents. Love wasn't in the forefront of our minds, yet there we were, like a scene from a movie where two women tumbled down the rabbit hole after just one date. Boy was that hole a deep one for me. There wasn't even a hint of daylight. Good thing Bo was all the light I needed. Judging by her comment, she was right there with me. We were sad and I wouldn't change a thing. Now the biggest test would be navigating our feelings with the high demands of our careers. Would that one day we spent together be like a fairy tale that turned into a nightmare? Or would we see it through and find a happily ever after? I never enjoyed fairy tales, but if the rest of my life included the Bo Dennis I spent Sunday with, that was a future I could be very happy with.

I sighed, running my palms up and down my face then let my fingers slip through my hair. My keyboard was shoved away as I fell back into my chair and looked out the window that faced the lot. There were a couple of customers that had pulled up and were now making there way through the inventory. Where were my sales people? I stared at them for a moment before my mind drifted once again.

Monday came and went. Bo and I had exchanged a few flirty texts and two phone calls that set up our next date. The woman had the uncanny ability to make my spine tingle even with a few brightly lit letters on the screen of my phone. It put a smile on my face all day, even through quarterly meetings. Now here it was Tuesday and we were supposed to meet for some drinks later between her two scheduled business meetings. Apparently night time was a good time for casino business gatherings. Two hours wasn't much, but I'd take it. We both had a busy week of prior engagements and didn't want to stretch it until the weekend.

That was a good sign right? That she was just as anxious as me and have our next date?

Only six more hours to go.

I couldn't believe I was counting down until I would get to see her. Thank goodness I wasn't doodling her name on my file folders with little hearts on it. I had to keep myself busy. Sitting still wasn't my style. I'd go crazy in here just thinking in circles.

I stood up, slipped on my blazer and headed to the showroom. On my way down the hall I heard hushed voices ahead. It was men's voices. One sounded worried, the other two trying to calm him down. I stepped into the cubicle, put my hands on my hips and cleared my throat, snapping them out of their huddle.

"What's going on gentlemen?"

"Umm...," Paul stammered as he took slow steps away from me.

"Nothing Lauren," Chris replied with a nervous look.

"Really? It sounded like a little more than nothing, but if that's all it was then maybe I should be on someone's ass for the two customers that have been roaming in used cars for the last five minutes unassisted." I was less than amused. Something was up, but all I really cared about was selling a car and we couldn't do that with them all sitting in here.

Chris darted from the room with a quick, "I'm on it."

"Me too," whispered Dan, who hadn't said a word up till then, but scurried off behind Chris without ever making eye contact with me.

That left me and a very guilty looking Paul. "So Paul, what did you wreck now?" In the six months he'd been here he'd already damaged three cars. If he wasn't such a good salesman, I'd have fired him after the second one.

"I swear boss, I did everything right this time."

"But..."

"But the truck was jacked up so high that even though I looked all around me before backing out, I never saw the Camaro on the other side...that is, until the roof raised into the air out the passenger window. The big ass tire clipped the wheel well, tore the quarter panel and lifted the car up."

"Holy shit Paul really? What am I going to do with you?" I turned to look outside, but I didn't see any of the cars involved. "Where are they? Was it a customer? Did we get their information?"

"No, we took it in on trade, so it's ours to fix."

"You mean yours to fix." I glared at him, fair warning that this was the last straw.

He cowered and shook his head.

"We'll have Julia deduct it weekly from your check. And you're no longer allowed to back anything up. I don't care if you have to come and get me. Got it?"

"Yes, Lauren."

"Now get out there and get an up, or get on the phone. You have a paycheck to make."

Without another word he dropped his head and shuffled to his office.

It's always something around here, but it wasn't all that bad. If it hadn't been a recurring theme for "Crash," as he'd come to be known, I'd have let it slide. With that out of the way I turned my focus back to what I did best, selling cars and making money. I mingled with the few customers that were with salesman, fluffing them up and hoping it would ease the close.

Five hours and forty minutes left.

XXX

Her office was huge. That was my first thought as Bo greeted me, shooed away her assistant and shut the door behind us. We stood there awkwardly, unsure how to greet one another this time and in this setting. We opted for a warm hug that lingered longer than a normal one should. It said what we were both probably thinking- we craved that contact, but didn't want too get carried away. At least not here. Not now.

Her hands moved up and down my back as she whispered, "I just need a few more minutes." She pulled away and glanced back over her shoulder, smiling brightly as she walked back to her desk. There was a little extra sway to her hips just for me that made me forget what my second thought was. She sat down in her over sized leather chair that matched the over the top professional decorating job that adorned the office space. It definitely fit her public persona, but not at all the Bo I spent Sunday with. "Make yourself at home, Lauren."

Oh wait, I remembered my second thought- God damn she's hot! How'd I get so lucky?

I bit my lip and moved slowly in her direction, taking in every tiny movement of her in that perfectly pressed blue designer blouse shuffling through papers and setting them into precise piles.

"Sorry." Bo's dark eyes peered at me through her lashes. "I'd hoped to be done by now."

"No problem at all," I replied,tearing my eyes from her. I veered off toward the towering case of books that held volume upon volume of legal, business and marketing books. Off to the right were a few classics, Edgar Allen Poe and Henry David Thoreau. Several Kurt Vonnegut's were also there. On the shelf below were several pictures of her at various stages of her life. One was Bo with her college soccer team. She definitely looked happy. Then, there was a teenage Bo smiling wide standing beside an airplane. The last picture was of her and her sister on a red carpet, very formal and seemingly pretty recent. She was smiling, but there was no light in her eyes. Not like the other two. There were no family portraits and none of her parents. Most people would probably think it odd, but I understood. Relations with my family were also strained, mostly with my father, but it spilled over onto everyone else whenever we were in a room together.

My mother always said it was because I was so much like him, but I hoped that wasn't the case. I'd spent so much time and energy separating myself from him, yet if I were honest with myself, there were all the signs that I'd be just like him when I got older. Consumed with my work, letting life, love and the pursuit of all happiness not involving money pass me by until I died alone. Sure, my parents were still married, but they were pretty much two people sharing a home. There was no more love there, only business. I could see the emptiness in my mother's eyes whenever we'd meet and the way she'd look at me with a pained expression, her heart breaking that her words were true. I never realized it until the moment I saw myself reflected in Bo's pictures. Her happiness came from outside the family too. Each of us having our hobbies that brought us that joy we hoped would fill the void, the loneliness. Hiding in our careers since it was the one place that offered fulfillment.

Her intercom buzzed. I spun around as she acknowledged her assistant that was announcing the incoming phone call. She winked at me then lifted the receiver to her ear. Right before my eyes her persona shifted into the consummate professional bitch that I'd first met.

"Stephanie, do you think I care that Felix is behind? You are responsible for keeping the renovation on schedule. You are the project manager. If Felix is behind then it is a failure on your part, which in turn looks bad on me. So get your shit together and get it done under schedule and under budget or you're finished here." She slammed the phone down. Immediately, she pressed the intercom and instructed her assistant to make sure her dress and limo would be ready for an engagement tomorrow night.

She sighed and signed a few things, then placed the documents neatly in the bin. Leaning back in her chair she smiled at me so sweetly, falling right back into the relaxed Bo that had me reeling.

"That was amazing, Ms. Dennis."

Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand my words. "What was?"

"You," I said as I took a step closer. "Just now."

"In what way, Ms. Lewis?" She crossed her legs and folded her arms, a tiny smile pulling at her lips that told me she was enjoying this.

"In the way you just move so seamlessly between the sexy, brash woman I met." I took another step. Her eyes dragging down my body as I moved closer yet. "And the sexy, sweet woman you are when you're with me."

"So, what I'm hearing is that you think I'm sexy." She smirked.

A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. "You know you're sexy."

"I know no such thing." She winked.

"You're even more so now that I know there is more to you. Your not just a spoiled little rich girl Bo Dennis."

She stood up and slinked around the desk, coming to a stop and leaning on the edge of her desk with arms crossed and a dreamy grin. "And you, Lauren Lewis, are not just some stuffy, manipulative salesperson."

"I'm not?" I'd probably been called more bad things than good over the years.

"Nope. Lest you forget that I also had the chance to witness you change from the cold, uptight sales woman into the carefree, tire screeching, kiss stealing woman that's been sweeping me off my feet faster than a Hennessy Venom GT."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Just when I didn't think you could get any sexier, you you talk fast cars."

Bo laughed and pulled me into her arms, wrapping me in a tight embrace, her lips millimeters from mine as we breathed the same breath. Her eyes sparkled as we smiled at one another. "I've been dying to kiss you again."

"What's taking you so lo-"

I was silenced by the long awaited kiss. It was fast, furious, passionate, incinerating. When we parted, gasping for air, she brushed her lips across mine and whispered, "God, you're beautiful and strong and funny. You're fierce and passionate. And I'm rambling and embarrassing myself horribly." She chuckled and shook her head before resting her forehead against mine.

"Are you kidding?" I was already heated from the way she commanded the kiss so completely, but those words brought a rapid flush to my cheeks and shy smile to my lips. "No one's ever said anything like that to me before." My hand lightly brushed across her cheek, making its way into her hair. She pressed harder into my palm. The moment was perfect, beautiful, but somehow heavier than I was ready for. "I mean, I tell myself that every morning, but..."

She kissed me softly again, a light chuckle vibrating against my mouth. "Smart ass," she mumbled between light nips on my lower lip.

"Mmm," I hummed as Bo continued to pepper me with teasing kisses that only made me want so much more than we were ready for, especially with less than two hours. If and when we made it to that point, where I had her naked body pressed against mine, I already knew we'd need an entire night. The spontaneous combustion that erupted whenever we were near would not be put out easily, that was for sure.

Bo spoke in a low raspy voice, "Should we go grab a bite." She nibbled my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck. "Or a drink?"

"Mmmm," I hummed, turning my head so she had more skin to tease. "I'm quite happy right here actually."

"Oh really," she purred, working her way along my jawline as her hands traveled lower on my back.

"Definitely." I took control, spinning her around and walking her to the black leather couch a few feet away. With a gentle push, she let herself fall into the cushions. She looked up at me with eyes full of desire that traveled from my lips to my breasts then back up, meeting my gaze as she bit her lip and grinned wickedly. Taking a seat next to her, I slowly caressed her face before I leaned in, my breasts pressing against hers. The delicious feel drew a moan from us both. My hand came to rest gently cupping her jaw, holding her in place as I closed the gap and took her lips with my own.

What was it about this woman that made me want to dive in head first without even looking to see if there was danger below? Any time she appeared all thought went right out the window, all restraint thrown by the wayside. There was only her and me and I willingly let myself go with the flow.

It wasn't long until her mouth made a path to my collar bone and we began the slow, detailed mapping of one another's body. Her hands slid down my sides, squeezing handfuls of fabric into tight balls as things began to heat up. We kept it slow, but the passion had definitely escalated with deeper kisses, roving tongues and teasing fingers. Bo's tongue glazed my top lip just as she cupped my breast, sending me into orbit. I arched into her and moaned, setting my own hands free to finally find out if the reality of her tantalizingly full breasts would match the way I'd been imagining them. Did they ever and the response I received was overwhelming approval.

Nimble fingers slipped under my blouse, dancing electric across my skin. I followed her lead, snaking under the edge of her expensive silken shirt to find equally silky skin that I craved to touch more of. Buttons were soon undone. Heated skin and lace met heated skin and soft cotton. Tender words were whispered amid sounds of desire. Her darkened eyes, full swollen lips and flushed skin excited me to no end. I couldn't believe that I could make a woman like her swoon.

But I did. This was real. I was actually on the couch in a casino lip locked and on fire with a stunningly beautiful billionaire. It was something nobody in their right mind would ever imagine doing, yet here we were. She seemed to know exactly how and where to touch me and judging by the noises coming from her, I wasn't doing too bad myself. Every second was like an hour and I held on to every one, committing them to memory. I was actually enjoying the moment for what it was and though my want for her was more than ever, I was content to keep it here, at this pace, at this level of intimacy and not push for anything more.

Somehow we managed to keep our impromptu make out session above the waist for nearly an hour. I never even did that in high school. Bo and I laid on our sides, facing one another on her sofa as we struggled to catch our breaths and calm our libidos. I broke out into a fit of giggles an she was quick to follow. Everything was light and easy when I was with her, losing myself in her eyes, her smile, her very visible adoration of me that made every bit of my being sigh in contentment.

"You were right. This was way better than food or drinks." She kissed me on the nose.

"Mmmm, I'm glad you approve."

"Very much so. I can't believe we just did that. That was like a high school make out session. You turned me into a goofy adolescent teen, Lauren Lewis."

"So you're telling me you made out on sofas with hot, successful adult women when you were a teen?"

"Of course. It's one of the benefits of being an heiress." She laughed and bit me lightly on the chin.

"Yes, of course. How silly of me." I giggled, enjoying this lightness.

"You're welcome, Ms. Dennis. I was happy to help you relive your youth."

"I'm not sure I was thanking you. This could be very detrimental to my reputation."

"Good thing your secret is safe with me."

She groaned. "I have to go soon. I really don't want to."

We were silent, just the sounds of our breaths and the slowing beat of our hearts that beat as one as we laid chest to chest.

"Hey Bo?"

"Hmm?"

"Is that picture of you by the plane the day you earned your pilots license?"

"Yes it was. Good guess."

"I can see the excitement in your eyes."

"It was one of my favorite days."

The intercom buzzed again putting an end to our time in our bubble. "Ms. Dennis, Mr. Yamato has arrived early. He is on his way to the conference room."

"All right," she called out. "Thank you Marni. Tell them I will be there in ten."

Bo groaned and nuzzled into my neck as she gave me a tight squeeze. She inhaled deeply before relaxing her hold and releasing her breath.

I closed my eyes and sighed, wanting nothing more than to stay here the rest of the evening. It felt as though I'd know Bo for years and it hadn't quite been a week yet. Everything was so natural and carefree. There was a bit of nervousness the other day, but after the texts and phone calls, the only thing I felt was the butterflies in my stomach that I'd get whenever she smiled at me. I placed a gentle kiss on her head then mumbled, "You better get moving or we'll end up here all night."

"That would be so much better. Maybe with a movie and some delivery." She smiled up at me and my butterflies took flight once more. "Maybe we can do that this weekend?"

"It's a date." Like I'd say no to that. Especially the way she was looking at me with a cross between desire and contentment.

We unraveled ourselves and stood from the sofa. Bo and I fixed collars and buttons, helping one another look presentable and not like we just had a major league grope session. I followed her to the door. She reached toward the knob then turned around, her back pressing against it so no one could get in or out.

"Go get'em tiger," I said with a slight laugh.

She stepped in, her arm sliding around my waist and kissed me one more time; slow, long and passionate.

My knees went weak as I melted into her arms. I could do this all day.

"Since our first kiss you've been like oxygen. Filling every inch of my being and making me feel like new. I can't get enough and I miss it when you're gone. Is that too much to say this early? I don't want to scare you off, but I think you feel the same way. I can feel it in the way you respond to me, how you look at me."

"I do and I'm not scared. I thought I would be. Even thought I should be, but I'm not." My hands slid up her chest to her collar, smoothing down the lapels of her now, less than perfectly pressed dress shirt. "Now go, you've got a business to run."

"Okay." Her head fell back, looking to the ceiling as she took a deep breath and let her arm fall from me. My skin turned cold where her warmth was seconds ago. When she looked at me again she had her game face on. "How's this?"

"Yes. Very stern and business like." I stifled my laugh at her serious silliness.

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

"Wait, how about this one?" Her eyes lightened a bit, her lip quirked as if she knew a secret no one else did, but still held the seriousness of a woman that ran an empire.

"Ohh, I like that one better." I smiled. She really had a great sense of humor. The woman was such a contradiction to any per-conceived idea you'd have upon meeting her.

She chuckled. "The second one it is then. Can I walk you to the elevator?"

"I'd love that, but I think you'd better go to work. If I get you that close to an exit I might kidnap you from this place and have my way with you."

Her eyes lit up. "That's tempting."

"Ms. Dennis?" The assistant called out as she knocked on the door.

"On my way," she replied, her gaze never drifting from me.

"Next time..." I said as I opened the door and walked past the blonde, perky assistant holding Bo's black blazer. She gave me a pleasant nod.

When I reached the elevator I looked over my shoulder. Marni was talking and handing Bo papers, but the powerful heiress only had eyes for me. The door dinged and slid open. I stepped inside, turning to hold her gaze until the door finally broke the hold we had on one another. The moment she was out of sight I fell back against the wall, a heavy breath falling from my lungs. The way she made me feel was somehow simultaneously empowering, vulnerable and full of lust. But there was an undercurrent of something so much deeper than lust. I didn't want to rush anything with her, but at the same time I couldn't get enough.

I'd heard all the ridiculous stories of love struck fools that marry fast and love till death. They said it was like thunder or lightening, hitting you hard and fast, leaving you with your head spinning as you try to figure out what hit you. Seemed like a fallacy, but here I was, still tingling from the strike. Bo Dennis was definitely the one.

XXX

My goodness that was pure fluffy cheesiness. Was it as nauseatingly sweet as you hoped? Too much? Not enough? Your opinion could win you $25. No, not really, but I do enjoy reading them.