Staying for a drink? Boy, that sounded dangerous, especially with a man like Michael Turner. He was a silver-tongued devil that could bribe anyone. She arched her brows up when she heard his words. She walked forward to where he was standing, looking him in the eye as she responded to him.

      "Sure. Pour away, Michael," she said. He clicked his eyebrow up in an amused manner. He turned to go to his minibar that was in the far back of the room. He didn't give a rat's ass about people seeing it, and he really didn't care about drinking in front of his employees. Call it what you may, but he was a devil in disguise. She walked with him and asked, "Why do you want to drink whiskey with me in the morning?" As an answer, she got a sarcastic chuckle. "That isn't a valid answer," she replied with an eyeroll. He got to the small refrigerator and took out the bubbly.

     Champagne? How cute, she sarcastically thought.

      "Fine. Since you want to know why I'm offering you liquor during the day, I'll tell you." After closing the door to the fridge, he grabbed two champagne glasses between his fingers. Walking over to her, he held a glass out. She took it into her own hands, and looked at it, eyes slowly going to him. "You won't go on a friendly date with me. It doesn't even have to be a date; it can just be a friendly outing. So, I wanted to..."

      "You wanted to get me drunk so that I'll willingly agree to your...plans," she finished for him. He bellowed in laughter as he pour her a suitable amount of champagne, then himself.

      "No, but you sure do love finishing my sentences, don't you?" he said as he calmed his laughing down, setting the bottle on the table next to her elbow. "As I was saying, I wanted to show you I can be a gentleman and much more than you could imagine." He went over to his great glass window, admiring the beautiful city of Nevada. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and everyone was going to business just below his very company. He sighed and continued. "Jacqueline, darling, I know you just want to remain friends with me, but I want so much more. Just...more," he said, swirling the glass in his hand, hearing the sloshing of it.

      "But that's just the thing, Michael: I can't date you because..." she tried to say, but couldn't find the words.

      "It's because of where we stand," he claimed, taking a sip from the cool, awaiting champagne. He continued, "in the business world. I am your boss, and you are my employee."

     "Exactly. Michael, I know you're a very sweet man, but I can't date you, or even just go to lunch with you." She turned in her seat, putting the glass down on the table and turned back around. She stood, walking over to him. When she had got in front of the beautifully clear window, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck slightly raise. He craned his neck down to look at the beauty beside him. She placed a hand on his arm, reassuringly. "Do you not know what that will cause for the both us...not to mention this company? Your company? There'd be rumors and lies on end," she explained. Turning to look at the view as he did, she sighed.

    "Jacqueline, I don't care what anyone says. All I want is for you and I to be happy because, in the end, that's all that matters. Happiness matters," he told to her. This was true to both of them, and not only is this something they both went by all their life, but it was the only way they made it in life. Yes, Michael was rich, while Jacqueline was nearly there herself, but that didn't mean that they could get together like that. There were boundaries between business and love.

     For instance, a boss just can't simply date and have love for their employee because that gives off suspicious signals; saying that there has been fuckery for that specific company. That being, people may be curious as to why the boss and employee had gotten together in the first place. Jacqueline closed her eyes and mentally rolled them. This was hard for Michael to digest, and started becoming hard for Jacqueline as well.

      Seeing as she had closed her eyes, he moved his neck forward swiveling his sight towards the magnificent view once more. He felt her slowly slide her hand down his arm until it left his body completely. She had opened her eyes again, but only stared towards the ground. Swiftly, she turned and began to walk from him and the window with her head beginning to lift back up.

      "I...have work to do, Michael. I guess I'll see you later in the day, you know, around the office," she tried. His jaw twitched, but that was the result of him softly grinding his teeth. He hated to see her walk out of any entrance or exit because he felt he'd never see her again, and he hated that feeling. As selfish as that sounded, he didn't care. He wanted his happiness, and that happiness was her. He heard the door close as he blinked. Breathing out, his eyes closed as a wave of disappointment washed over him. He turned to see that she did leave, but he wanted her to stay. He itched to gather her in his arms and give the most passionate kiss on the face of the Earth, but that was only a fantasy to him as it lingered through his mind and soul.

     He walked toward the table to see that her glass had been left untouched. Not a drop of champagne was gone. Setting down his glass, he ran a hand softly down his smooth hair.

      If only I could have you, and you could have me.