So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I've already been on edge all week because everyone has been panicking about getting sick. All this unnecessary stress is just making me more of a wreck. It just goes to show you that anything can happen during the day. It's just my luck that this kind of stuff seems to always happen to me, though.

  Actually, this is beyond bad luck. I take a sip of my coffee and try to force the stress to melt away. I don't want to start my day in a bad mood. That’s pretty difficult right now, but I'm trying.

  I pull into the parking lot outside the office, trying to hurry up, but I look a mess. I reapply my makeup and straighten my clothes as quickly as I can. Then I grab my purse and rush inside the office building.

  Work is always busy, so at least it's sure to distract me from everything that's happened this morning, I tell myself. As long as I don’t get fired for being late.

  Chapter 2 - Ben

  It's been a crazy morning here at Morris Financial, the firm I run. I'm in a meeting with my department heads. We are discussing whether or not to close the business for now because of the virus going around. One of them says what we’re all thinking.

  “It only makes sense that we close MoFi. Everything else in the city is shut down already."

  I turn to look at him, but I remain silent. I don't want to make a rash decision that hurts the company, and then regret it later. I start to tune out some of the conversation. It's true that the rest of the city is already closed. Even Club Lush.

  Not many people know, but I have an appetite for BDSM. I have my kinks, just like everyone else. They definitely don’t make me a bad guy, though. Trust me. I work long hours and go there often to let off steam with the submissive pets that hang around there.

  But now that it’s closed, I have no idea what I’m going to do to relax. I already feel tired and drained, and it's barely the start of the workday. It feels like today is going to be no exception from the strain we’ve all been feeling lately. I don't know how I'll make it through the day, or the night. I need to come up with another way to relieve this stress.

  Eventually I pay attention to what they are talking about again. I could really use some coffee right now. I wonder to myself where our receptionist is. She’s usually brought it in by this point in our meetings. That might help alleviate the monotony of this discussion.

  I more or less have an idea of what we are going to do on this matter, so this meeting is just a formality. I just want to give everyone a chance to express their opinions beforehand, so no one gets their feelings hurt when I make my decision.

  One of the chairmen asks, "Can we afford to just close down like that?"

  Although I agree with his worries, the first board member answers for me.

  "We are already extremely successful. In fact, this has been one of our best years. I don't see how losing a few days or weeks could hurt us. We've already had several employees call in sick. It's better this way."

  He continues to urge us to think about the upside. I consider how closing down could be good for everyone here. It would certainly reduce my stress levels and allow me to focus more on my other activities. Besides, day-to-day life is stressful enough because of this Coronavirus that’s going around. Ugh, I don't even want to think about that.

  "That's true. I saw when I came in that it's like a ghost town out there. Is everyone absent?" they ask each other.

  "We don't even have any coffee. Where's our receptionist? That's her job, isn’t it?" they ask.

  I shrug, and finally contribute to the conversation.

  "Maybe she's sick as well. She wasn't at her desk when I looked."

  And I always look – because she’s hot as hell.

  Right then, as if on cue, she rushes in, carrying a tray of coffee cups. We all look at her in surprise. It’s as if she’s trying not to seem nervous and appears to be in a hurry. The coffee is fresh and hot. I'm impressed. Arriving late, but with fresh coffee?

  As usual, I can't take my eyes off of her. I subtly drink in her figure and features with my eyes while I can. No one notices, because they’re just happy to finally have coffee. She hurriedly starts handing us our drinks. Some acknowledge her with a slight nod, others just ignore her and take their coffee. She’s clearly embarrassed about not being on time, and she starts to ramble an apology.

  "Sorry I'm late; I had a big fight with my landlord..."

  The others aren't paying attention and have resumed their discussion. She hands me my coffee, and I thank her quietly, with a little smile. She blushes and scurries out of the room.

  Even after she is gone, I keep thinking about her, and about what a perfect opportunity this could be, if I play my cards the right way. She needs a place to live, and I need an assistant to keep working for me, as well as a pet. I’ve always wanted her and she’s just my type: curvy, dark-haired, and big-eyed.

  I sip my coffee and continue to think about her. She’s going to make it even more difficult to concentrate on work today. I know eventually I'll have to focus because it's my company, so this responsibility rests entirely on my shoulders.

  I sigh and force myself to listen. I consider each argument that the other partners are making. Though we are a successful business, I'd hate to lose money, or put anyone out of a job. Still, I don't want to be known as the guy who risked his employees’ health and safety.

  I start to tune them out again, and daydream about the receptionist, and how she'd fit perfectly into my plans for stress relief. It's not every day that I run into a woman who's exactly my type. I mean, it happens, but not as often as I'd like it to.

  I think even more about her, and about my decision for the company. I've already convinced myself it's the right one. Coffee cup in hand, I lean back in my chair and take a few sips.

  The others are still debating. Two of them are in a heated argument, so this could go on for a while, which leaves me more time to drift off into la-la land.

  I don't think it's even possible to call this a workday, because we are not really getting anything done, just talking. Still, this was an important issue that needed to be discussed. A lot of people are in panic mode right now, including my own staff.

  I'm glad I’m this good at staying cool though. I'm sure it makes all the others feel calm to see the company in such steady hands. Eventually the conversation comes to a lull, and we drink our coffee in silence. I know they are almost ready to ask me for my final answer. I think I'm more than prepared to give it, but I just want to make sure.

  Chapter 3 - Ben

  I keep thinking about our receptionist. I loved seeing her blush when I thanked her for the coffee. I definitely felt something between us, and I want to act on it. I’ve never been able to just let a woman or opportunity like that pass me by.

  Although she's been out of the conference room for a while now, I can't get her off my mind. I spend the whole rest of the meeting fantasizing about her. Hearing her apology made me think I'd love to make her my submissive.

  I want to hear her calling me "sir" and begging me for more. If we had been alone, I would have bent her over this conference table and spanked her bare ass for being late with my coffee. Then she really would have been apologizing.

  I would love to see her down on her knees, almost worshipping me. To have her waiting for me to make the first move. Obeying me. Catering to my every fantasy. I'd love to spread her open and have her screaming my name out in ecstasy. That would be like music to my ears.

  I want to have her in my bed, tied up or suspended. I could play with her any way I like. If I could get her naked, I could finally see those curves she's hiding under her office attire. I have to admit, I like the fitted style of the skirts and blouses she's always wearing. They hug her body very nicely.

  I want to see her big dark eyes widen in surprise as my fingers tangle in her hair, to feel her full lips wrapped tightly around the end of my cock as she takes all of it in her mouth. I want to see her ass cheeks bouncing when I'm behind her, to hear
her moan with each thrust, and to have the knowledge that it's me who's giving her that satisfaction.

  I have to calm myself down as I can feel myself getting hard from my thoughts. I must be professional for the time being.

  Thank goodness no one knows what I'm thinking. That would be worse than embarrassing. I can't wait for this meeting to be over, not just so I can get back to my fantasizing. I want to put my plan into action, which is to have her stay with me so that I can play with her any time I want.

  I must have her. I need to figure out a way to make her mine. I'm the type of person that if I want something, I go after it and I don't stop until I get it. Besides, she looks like she could be a fun distraction from everything that is going on right now. We all need something like that at this moment of life.

  I can't believe how serious and stressful everything has gotten, and how quickly. It's enough to give a person a headache. Even if it doesn't work out, at least I'll have had fun trying to win her. I need some fun, especially with my usual club being closed. I can always go back to Club Lush once it re-opens, but in the meantime, I want to make this curvy goddess my plaything.

  I sigh deeply. This is going to be a very long few weeks, or even months. I have to get her. Distracting myself is going to be the only way I can get through it.

  I don't know how some people survive without finding a way to let off their steam. What do they do with all their pent-up energy?

  I spend the rest of the meeting asking myself questions and thinking about things like this. Everyone can tell I'm slowly losing interest in their arguments and debates. They are as well.

  After their conversations are over, sure enough, they look at me to make the decision, although I think everyone has reached the same conclusion as I have. I set my cup down and lean forward in my chair.

  "I think we should close the office. We've done well enough that we won't incur any major financial losses. It's in the best interest of everyone's health and safety that we do so," I announce with finality.

  Everyone looks at each other and murmurs in agreement.

  "Good, then since we all agree, this decision will be effective immediately," I reply.

  Everyone grabs their coffee and begins to leave the conference room. I need to go make an announcement to the remaining employees. I take a few minutes to enjoy the last of my coffee and think about the receptionist some more, before going to do so.

  Closing down the company was the perfect excuse to make my fantasies come true. Now I have unlimited time to plan and pursue them. I'll get to that when I get home.

  There are still a few loose ends that I need to tie up here at the office, to make the shutdown official. It's going to be quite tedious because these things always involve a lot of paperwork, memo writing, contacting people, and making announcements.

  That not only stresses me out, but it irritates me as well. I don't know how people stand it, but that's what happens when you run a large business.

  I sigh and try to reassemble my thoughts. I'm going to have to face the receptionist and have her write up the documents I need. Time to be Mister Professional, for now at least.

  I make a list of things that are a priority. After that, I draft a sample of the announcement that I want going out to everyone regarding our immediate closure. The chairmen have gone to their offices and are waiting for my official notice so they can inform their departments.

  It's all tiresome paperwork, but it must be done.

  These certainly are stressful times that we live in. How did the world get this out of control so fast? I wonder.

  I stand up, finally satisfied, and grab the drafts that I want typed up. I need to deliver these to the receptionist. They must go out as soon as possible.

  Before that, I quickly send an email to the other partners that the memo will be out shortly. No doubt they are already closing down their departments. It's sad that this has to be done, but it's better to be safe than sorry, or so I've heard.

  Chapter 4 - Samantha

  After that coffee run, I had to get a drink of water and spend a few moments in the bathroom to try and calm myself down. I don't know what came over me.

  Ben is my boss! The way he looked at me though, I couldn't help but blush and feel good all over. He's so handsome that it makes my knees go weak just thinking about him.

  It’s always been like this, but today it seemed he was really looking at me, even more than usual. There was a look of lust and longing in his eyes that I couldn’t deny. He wants me – bad. And I can’t say it’s not mutual, even though I know I shouldn’t feel that way about my boss. Some things just can’t be helped or stopped.

  I busy myself with organizing everything on my desk, but it still isn't enough to distract me. I get the sense that Ben is a very domineering man. I imagine him walking out here and clearing everything off my desk with one swipe of his muscular arm.

  He picks me up, pulling off my skirt. I'm trembling in awe before him, as I stand there in my blouse and panties. He knows what we both want and spreads my legs. He slides his fingers inside me first. He's satisfied when he feels how wet and ready I am.

  He unzips his pants and slides his huge cock inside of me. He takes me right there on the desk. I'm gasping and crying out, not in pain, but in delight. I've never had sex before and didn’t know it would feel this good. It's absolutely incredible.

  I jump when someone clears their throat in front of me. I'm shocked to see Ben is standing over my desk. I didn't even notice him walk out of his office. I try not to blush and am grateful that he can't tell what I was thinking about. I struggle to pay attention as he lays some handwritten notes in front of me.

  "I need you to type up an announcement to the whole company letting everyone know that we will be closing for the foreseeable future due to the Coronavirus outbreak," he says, indicating the papers he’s just put down.

  I nod immediately and take the notes.

  "This is important and must go out to everyone right away. They're saying it is serious, so everyone will need to self-quarantine at home. No one can be here," he states, his tone serious, before turning and walking back into his office.

  I had heard from my friends and the news that it was getting bad, and that a lot of people were losing their jobs. I never imagined it would happen here though. Ben and a lot of the other shareholders here are workaholics. I thought nothing could stop them from working.

  As I start to type up everything he gave me, it finally hits. Not only will I not have the safety of my job to distract me – and I guess I won’t even have a paycheck? – but I don't have a home to go to.

  Why did I fight with my landlord? Now I have nowhere to go and no money to pay a new security deposit and first month’s rent.

  But it’s not like I was going to stay anywhere where I couldn’t have my dog.

  The good mood I had been feeling quickly disappears. I wasn't sure my life could get any worse, but it appears that it has.

  I hurriedly type out the announcement, telling myself to concentrate on the task at hand and not get too emotional. I try to act like I’m a robot as I type. After proofreading and double-checking it against his notes, it's ready to be printed and sent out.

  I take a quick bathroom break and try not to have a panic attack. I tell myself to breathe, that I need to remain calm if I'm going to figure out a place to stay. I try to call a few of the other places that I looked at when I was searching for my new apartment, but none of the ones that I can afford will be available quickly enough.

  I hang up my phone and dig through my purse. I don't think I even have enough money for a hotel for the night. They probably wouldn't let me bring my dog anyways.

  I quickly call my friend Sue to let her know what's going on and see if maybe I can stay with her. I'm disappointed to hear that she's in the same situation and is going to have to stay with her family.

  That's great. That means Mr. Barker and I are both homeless n
ow.

  “You okay?” Sue asks, when she hears me sniffling.

  “Yes.”

  She’s worried about me, but I assure her I'll be fine, then hang up. I sniffle a few more times, then go back out to the office to work. It's a slow day because of the closing, so I spend a lot of time typing of emails to clients and informing people of what's going on.

  Ben stays in his office, busy with the other partners as they prepare for the closure. From the snippets of conversation I overhear, it sounds as if they’re planning to take work home with them. Some will be asking assistants to work remotely for them, from home.

  I wonder if I’ll be asked to do that. It would be nice to still have some money coming in. Except then I remember that I have no home from which to work remotely.

  Lunch passes quickly. I eat at my desk, then spend more time in the bathroom calling people and trying to find a place to stay. By the time my lunch is over, I'm feeling even more depressed.

  I sit quietly at my desk, trying to drag out my last few hours of work. Thankfully no one here knows about my situation, and I’d like to keep it that way. I mean, sure, I blurted it out at the meeting, but everyone was too busy worrying about stuff to hear me. And only the shareholders were in there – not my fellow assistants.

  The workload picks up a little, as it's nearing the end of the day. Everyone is in a hurry to finish up and get home to their families. This virus sure has everyone scared and in a panic. I'm glad I only have my dog to worry about. I know he's safe, but I kind of him miss him right now. He comforts me when I'm feeling down.

  I sit at my desk and I can tell people are getting antsy and watching the clock. I am as well, but for a different reason. So far, my only plan is to stay at the office as long as I can without anyone knowing what I am doing.