Just an idea I’m playing with to see where it goes. Also on my phone so sorry if there are any formatting issues.
“If everyone would like to step outside, I have a l surprise for you all.”
Delighted smiles and enthusiastic murmuring fill the luxuriously decorated foyer. It’s just gone twenty to midnight, new years eve, a little surprise outside can only mean one thing. Fireworks. If Xavier Holmes has spent half as much money on the fireworks display as he has with everything else, then it will certainly be a spectacle. But that’s not what has my heartbeat racing. No, it’s the way his eyes lock onto mine as he addresses the room. The way he says ‘I have a surprise for you’ as if it were only us two in the room, as if the hundred odd other Holmes X employees weren’t here with us; including my mum and dad.
Dazed and confused, if not more than a little excited, my feet stay fixed to the marble floor as the party goers ebb around me, heading straight to the wide open patio doors and out onto the perfectly manicured lawn, illuminated by fairylights strung up along the trees, and the dim light of the stars. Compliantly obeying the orders of their firm yet benevolent boss.
“You coming Aurora?” My mum squeezes my arm as both my parents now stand either side of me.
“I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“That’s fine. Just make sure you bring your coat.” Mum says noting the goosepimpled skin on my bare arms.
I nod. My glittery black dress may be short sleeved and low cut, the hem resting just above my knees, but I’m not cold. My cheeks are flushed red and I can feel the heat coursing through my body. Of course I can’t tell her any of that. I can’t tell her what’s really going through my mind.
Wrapping my arms securely round myself, I watch my parents join the back of the stragglers. Mr Holmes, or Xavier as he insisted everyone call him, stands by the double doors smiling and shaking the hands of his employees like old friends as they pour outside. I stand tentatively by the grand piano, empty champagne glass in hand, holding my breath. He doesn’t look up the whole time. Could I have misjudged his look? I couldn’t have. Not after the conversation we had earlier – if that was not his intention then he would have looked anywhere but at me.
Finally the last of the stragglers steps outside. Xavier stands a moment, watching them disappear into darkness, before turning to me.
“Aurora,” he turns to look at me. A crooked grin spreads across his rugged face, making him appear almost younger.
I don’t know exactly how old Xavier is, it’s not something you really ask your boss, but I would guess late forties, maybe even fifties. I’m 22, so either way he’s easily old enough to be my father. But that’s never stopped me from being physically attracted to him before. Not even when I was eighteen and my dad first got me a job filing at his office, and I would often see Xavier, or Mr Holmes as I knew him then, striding tall and confident in his expensive suits, barely looking in my direction. I have worked on and off at Holmes X when visiting back home from university, and have admired Xavier Holmes from a far for the past four years. His broad shoulders, his squared jaw, the way he commands the room, and my attention, without even trying.
“Xavier,” I smile, trying not squirm too much under his gaze. Determined to show him the mature, confident woman that I am.
I hadn’t noticed before that his eyes were slightly different; one green, one blue. But then we hadn’t really talked much before now – just the odd formalities, and each year I would receive a Christmas card from him. Although I always suspected that his PA picked it out and wrote the friendly yet impersonal greeting inside. So when I had been standing staring absently outside the window, I had been surprised to look up to see Xavier’s reflection standing behind me. Blushing, in case he could read my thoughts, I turned to face him.
“Aurora, so glad you could make it.” I was surprised that he remembered my name, but not as surprised as when he asked, “was Micah unable to attend tonight?”
I hadn’t expected him to know my name, let alone the name of my on again/off again boyfriend. Seeing the confusion on my face Xavier explained that my father had told his PA that Micah would be attending as my plus one, we must have been back together at that point, and he made it a point to remember the names of all his invited guests, whether they attended or not. Of course Xavier Holmes is meticulous and thoughtful in everything he does, including parties. Though clearly my dad didn’t tell his PA that Micah would no longer be attending, leaving me to awkwardly apologise as I explained we broke up once again.
“Why do you think that is, that you two keep getting together only to break apart again?” He asked.
It was a strangely personal question to ask someone you barely knew. But he looked down at me, unapologetic, with his hypnotic eyes, and I didn’t feel offended. I wanted to answer him truthfully. Instead of shrugging and saying the timing was all off, I looked him straight back in the eyes and told him what I hadn’t told anyone else before, afraid they’d laugh at me.
“I want a man. Someone who knows what they want and takes it. Not someone who hums and huhs and hesitates, but takes action. And isn’t afraid to stand up for what they believe…”
Someone like you I wanted to add at the end before stopping myself. Though it must gave been obvious by the way my cheeks flushed and I moved even closer towards him so that he was only a breath away. The intoxicating smell of his cologne lingered in the air between us. Xavier took a moment before replying.
“Have you considered though, that if you want a man of action that you can’t be a woman who hesitates. You have to do some things for yourself.”
My first instinct was to be offended. I’ve always thought myself as independent, after all I moved across country to live by myself while I spent four years studying for my psychology degree. But then here I was, already several months graduated, bartending while I waited for my dad to find me a job at his finance firm, which is what I never what I saw myself doing long term. And let’s face it, if Micah asked me if I wanted to get back together, not because he loves me and he can’t be apart from me, but because I’m safe and familiar, I would say yes. Not because I want to, but because old habits die hard.
I was just about to tell Xavier that he may have a point when my parents interrupted us, and the conversation quickly turned to small talk about the weather. We didn’t get a chance to talk again after that, until now. Although we had been exchanging looks all night.
“Ready?” Xavier asks, holding the door open for me. A cold breeze blows in, caressing my bare skin. In the distance I hear people laughing and talking. We should go join them. I’m ready, but not for that.
Placing my champagne glass on top of the piano, along with the rest, I then march up to Xavier Holmes. He doesn’t move away, as he watches the way my hips sway beneath my sparkling dress.
Stopping right in front of him, I don’t hesitate as I wrap my arms around his neck and tiptoe up to kiss him. Taking exactly what I want.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zxq5y9/new_years_with_my_fathers_boss_pt1_age_gap18
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