Falling for My Boss
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“Well, wouldn’t you know, that’s something I’ve always dreamed of as well,” I said with a sweet smile. I grinned when he gasped in shock as I reached down, grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. I was going to show Scott Taylor who he was dealing with. By the time I left his office at the end of the week, I was going to have him on his knees.
Chapter Six
Scott and I stood there next to his desk, our bodies shifting against each other comfortably. I could almost believe that he was a good guy and deserving of my body next to his. I could almost believe that it would be okay to let him bend me over his desk and take me from behind. I could almost believe that because I wanted it to happen as well. My heart was beating for him, my breath was raspy imagining him doing things to me and my skin was warm in remembered pleasure.
“I knew you were a freak,” Scott said as his hands slid up my shirt and went to cup my breasts. I stood there for a second before I took a deep breath and pushed him away.
“I guess you don’t always know what you think you know,” I said with a smirk and looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
“What?” He frowned down at me in confusion. I knew that he wasn’t sure what had caused the about-face.
“Uhm, what?” I repeated and stood there with my arms crossed.
“Are we not cool, then?” he said, his eyes now narrowed as he looked back at me.
“No, we’re not,” I said and smoothed my skirt down. “We lost our coolness the moment you lied to me and told me you were going out of town.”
“I can explain.” He sighed and gave me a boyish smile.
“Yeah, not interested,” I said and looked at the clock on his desk. “I’m here for work and that’s it.”
“I see.” He frowned and moved back to his desk. “Are you mad at me?”
“What’s there to be mad about?” I said and sat down in one of the chairs. Was he an idiot? Of course I was mad at him. Who wouldn’t be mad at him? I’d caught him in a bold-faced lie. I couldn’t believe that he was even talking to me with a straight face. What was he thinking? Sometimes I really wondered if men were completely clueless at times. Absolutely, completely, and thoroughly clueless.
“I can explain why I said that…” His voice trailed off and he sighed as he looked at my hard face. “You don’t care for me to explain anything, right?”
“Yeah, we should just keep this professional, don’t you think?” I said and sat back and crossed my legs. I held in a smile as I noticed his eyes darting to my legs.
“Yeah, sure,” he said and looked back into my eyes. “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.” I nodded, my stomach jumping with excitement. I was starting to feel gleeful inside. I was almost positive my plan was going to work. I was going to play hot and cold all week and then at the office party, I was going to give him the lap dance of his life. And then I was going to make him think that he was going to get lucky. I’d get him naked. Naked and ready to fuck. And then his co-workers could come in and he’d be embarrassed. He’d be completely humiliated and then, and only then, would I feel better about the fact that he’d used me for a one-night stand and then lied to me. A part of me felt guilty. A part of me felt that his punishment didn’t fit the crime he’d committed. I mean, I was acting like a woman scorned; almost as bad as Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Well, maybe not as bad as Glenn Close. I wasn’t going to do anything horrible and it wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve a little humiliation for lying to me. And it wasn’t as if this had been my idea. I’d just been hired for a job and I was just doing what I’d been hired to do. There was nothing wrong with just doing my job.
***
“I need you to read these papers and sign them.” Scott slammed a stack of papers on my desk as he walked out of his office. I looked up at him and tried not to roll my eyes at him. He hadn’t seemed to take my rejection very well. I’d been sitting at this desk for the last two hours doing nothing but staring at my nails and wishing I’d worn a different color nail polish. I’d been too scared to take my phone out of my bag to call or text Lacey, and I hadn’t known the password to unlock the computer on my desk, so I hadn’t been able to go online.
“What’s this?” I asked as I looked at the huge stack on my desk.
“Read them and see,” he said in a dismissive tone as he turned around.
“Sure, boss,” I said in a sarcastic voice.
“The papers will explain your duties,” he said as he walked back to my desk. “Are you going to have an attitude with me all day, Elizabeth?”
“I don’t think I have an attitude, period,” I said and pulled back my chair. I gazed up at him as I stood up and I watched his eyes flittering down the front of my body, his eyes taking extra time to move over my chest area and down my legs. “Looking for something?” I asked bravely and I watched as his eyes made their way back to mine. His blue irises pierced into mine and I could see the sides of his lips twitching.
“No,” he said and walked towards me, stopping right in front of me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up out of my chair. “Give me your phone,” he said and I frowned at him, my heart racing being so close to him again. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating next to mine.
“Uhm, what?” I said, my voice sounding feebler that I would have liked.
Chapter Six
Scott and I stood there next to his desk, our bodies shifting against each other comfortably. I could almost believe that he was a good guy and deserving of my body next to his. I could almost believe that it would be okay to let him bend me over his desk and take me from behind. I could almost believe that because I wanted it to happen as well. My heart was beating for him, my breath was raspy imagining him doing things to me and my skin was warm in remembered pleasure.
“I knew you were a freak,” Scott said as his hands slid up my shirt and went to cup my breasts. I stood there for a second before I took a deep breath and pushed him away.
“I guess you don’t always know what you think you know,” I said with a smirk and looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
“What?” He frowned down at me in confusion. I knew that he wasn’t sure what had caused the about-face.
“Uhm, what?” I repeated and stood there with my arms crossed.
“Are we not cool, then?” he said, his eyes now narrowed as he looked back at me.
“No, we’re not,” I said and smoothed my skirt down. “We lost our coolness the moment you lied to me and told me you were going out of town.”
“I can explain.” He sighed and gave me a boyish smile.
“Yeah, not interested,” I said and looked at the clock on his desk. “I’m here for work and that’s it.”
“I see.” He frowned and moved back to his desk. “Are you mad at me?”
“What’s there to be mad about?” I said and sat down in one of the chairs. Was he an idiot? Of course I was mad at him. Who wouldn’t be mad at him? I’d caught him in a bold-faced lie. I couldn’t believe that he was even talking to me with a straight face. What was he thinking? Sometimes I really wondered if men were completely clueless at times. Absolutely, completely, and thoroughly clueless.
“I can explain why I said that…” His voice trailed off and he sighed as he looked at my hard face. “You don’t care for me to explain anything, right?”
“Yeah, we should just keep this professional, don’t you think?” I said and sat back and crossed my legs. I held in a smile as I noticed his eyes darting to my legs.
“Yeah, sure,” he said and looked back into my eyes. “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.” I nodded, my stomach jumping with excitement. I was starting to feel gleeful inside. I was almost positive my plan was going to work. I was going to play hot and cold all week and then at the office party, I was going to give him the lap dance of his life. And then I was going to make him think that he was going to get lucky. I’d get him naked. Naked and ready to fuck. And then his co-workers could come in and he’d be embarrassed. He’d be completely humiliated and then, and only then, would I feel better about the fact that he’d used me for a one-night stand and then lied to me. A part of me felt guilty. A part of me felt that his punishment didn’t fit the crime he’d committed. I mean, I was acting like a woman scorned; almost as bad as Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Well, maybe not as bad as Glenn Close. I wasn’t going to do anything horrible and it wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve a little humiliation for lying to me. And it wasn’t as if this had been my idea. I’d just been hired for a job and I was just doing what I’d been hired to do. There was nothing wrong with just doing my job.
***
“I need you to read these papers and sign them.” Scott slammed a stack of papers on my desk as he walked out of his office. I looked up at him and tried not to roll my eyes at him. He hadn’t seemed to take my rejection very well. I’d been sitting at this desk for the last two hours doing nothing but staring at my nails and wishing I’d worn a different color nail polish. I’d been too scared to take my phone out of my bag to call or text Lacey, and I hadn’t known the password to unlock the computer on my desk, so I hadn’t been able to go online.
“What’s this?” I asked as I looked at the huge stack on my desk.
“Read them and see,” he said in a dismissive tone as he turned around.
“Sure, boss,” I said in a sarcastic voice.
“The papers will explain your duties,” he said as he walked back to my desk. “Are you going to have an attitude with me all day, Elizabeth?”
“I don’t think I have an attitude, period,” I said and pulled back my chair. I gazed up at him as I stood up and I watched his eyes flittering down the front of my body, his eyes taking extra time to move over my chest area and down my legs. “Looking for something?” I asked bravely and I watched as his eyes made their way back to mine. His blue irises pierced into mine and I could see the sides of his lips twitching.
“No,” he said and walked towards me, stopping right in front of me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up out of my chair. “Give me your phone,” he said and I frowned at him, my heart racing being so close to him again. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating next to mine.
“Uhm, what?” I said, my voice sounding feebler that I would have liked.
