The Perfect Boss

by Brenda Ford

  I don’t answer. I simply give her a wink and leave. The surprise element is a big part of my plan and I just know that she’s going to adore that black designer dress that I have splashed out on for her. It’ll fit her body beautifully and I kinda want the big reveal to be a surprise for me as well. I like it when she blows me away with her beauty. It reminds me how much I like her. I’m also hoping that tonight as we eat out on the romantic date that I have planned for us, without the stress and pressure of everyone else, we can get to know each other a bit better. Date like normal people. This has all been a bit intense and backwards already, but that’s easy to fix.

  I stand by the car and wait for her to come down, a big smile playing on my lips the entire time. My imagination is running wild, the excitement building by the moment, I just know that tonight will be amazing…

  “Oh wow,” I gasp as she exits the building not long after me. Not only does the dress look utterly incredible on her, she has taken her hair down and it wisps softly around her beautiful face. She is stunning, like an ethereal dream come true, and she’s mine. All mine. I am one lucky son of a bitch. The way the material cinches at her waist, shows off her cleavage, skims her ankles… it’s lovely. “Tami, you are everything.”

  “Hmmm.” She winks. “You know you don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.”

  I open the door and stand beside it like a gentleman, waiting for her to get in. I’m starting as I meant to go on. I really am going to spoil Tami tonight to make up for any hurt that she’s felt. As she slides into the passenger’s seat, I see the glint of desire in her eyes. She is clearly loving this plan too.

  Yep, tonight is going to be phenomenal, the best date ever, and I really can’t wait to get started…

  The candle light flickers between us, lighting up her gorgeous smiling face in the best way possible. As she tells me an animated tale of her college days with her friends, Ruby and Chelsea, I find myself utterly captivated by her. I don’t suppose her ex-boyfriend is a subject that we will ever cover again, but I cannot believe that some guy was stupid enough to let Tami go. It worked out well for me, of course, but what a damn idiot.

  “So, what about you?” Tami asks while taking another sip of wine. “I bet you have some wild stories from your youth. I know it might be a bit of a different time, but you were crazy, right?”

  “Actually, not so much,” I admit. “Since I had my brothers to take care of.”

  “Oh right, of course.” She bangs her hand to her head before resting it gently on top of mine. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so insensitive. Of course you weren’t wild when you were basically a parent.”

  “That’s not to say that I haven’t made up for it when I was a bit older…”

  “Ah, because you turned into a player, right?” She smiles as she says this. Clearly not upset.

  “Not a player, necessarily. I just didn’t meet the right girl before you.”

  “Just plenty of wrong ones, huh?”

  As we laugh together, I feel fully swept up in the early throes of something special. I’m heady and full of lust, excited to get to know this girl much better. I want to climb inside of her brain and know everything. I suppose that could just be an effect of the honey moon period, but I honestly can’t imagine me ever getting bored of her. Tami doesn’t seem like the sort of person who could ever grow stale.

  “You better watch it,” I tease her. “Or you won’t be allowed dessert here. We’ll have it at yours.”

  “Ooh!” She shivers. “I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll take the piss out of you more.”

  Getting away from the stress to just be us for a while was the best idea I could have had. This is definitely going to end up in the bedroom and I can’t wait to explore Tami more. I might even have some new and thrilling ideas to make this the best, most memorable, night of her life…

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tami

  There’s a real intensity in my body as me and Brad leave the restaurant. All the stress from the day has simply melted away as we have got to know one another that little bit more. The onion layers are peeling back bit by bit and I love it. It feels absolutely amazing. As his fingers slip into mine, electricity buzzes through me.

  “This was a good plan,” I tell him with a smile. “The dress, the dinner, the date… all of it.”

  “Has it helped to take your mind off of things? I haven’t liked to see you all stressed.”

  I tilt my head back and gaze up at the stars, beaming with joy. Sometimes, I like to imagine that my father is up there looking down on me. I’m sure he would be proud of a lot of things that I have done with my life. I always told him that I was going to be a success and I’m on my way there. I don’t know how he would feel about me dating a guy so much older than me, but once he saw how happy I was, I’m sure he would be okay.

  “Well, I’m not stressed now, that’s for sure. I’m over the moon to just be here.”

  He grabs me by the waist and spins me around. We end up doing a crazy little dance in the middle of the street even though there isn’t any music playing. It doesn’t even matter to me if there is anyone around watching. It’s just so easy for me to lose myself in his eyes and let the rest of the world simply melt away.

  It has taken a lot for me and Brad to get to this place, to our very first proper date. We’ve definitely been through more than most couples in such early days, but I think that will help us with our future. The fact that we have already survived so much can only be good for us. We can get through everything, right?

  He leans in, his eyes glazing over with lust, and I push myself up on to my tip toes to kiss him. Even in these sky high heels he’s much taller than me. He overshadows me with his giant frame and I love it. He makes me feel petite and feminine without even trying. Especially when his lips are as close to me as they are now…

  My heart races as he touches his lips against mine ever so gently. It’s the lightest of touches but it doesn’t need to be hard and passionate for me to feel what he’s thinking. He adores me, he wants me bad right now, and damn it, I want him too. Thank God we aren’t too far from my apartment…

  “Come on,” I whisper quietly to him. “Let’s go back to my place already.”

  We practically run, giggling like school kids, as we make our way to my place. There’s a deep sensation in the pit of my stomach. Butterflies flapping and flip flopping. Brad has really unleashed the dragon of desire inside of me. I have gone all the way from a virgin to a sex obsessed animal and I freaking love it. I can’t wait to get him inside and to tear all of his clothes off already. Even as I go to grab the keys to my apartment out of my bag, my fingers are shaking with desperation. I need to lock us away from the rest of the world already.

  “Oh, wow, you look so good in that dress,” he growls the moment that we are inside. “But I need it off now.”

  He walks me backwards with his hands lightly pressed on my hips until my calves hit the couch. Once there he kisses me hard while bunching my dress up around my waist. I raise my hands upwards so he can whip the gorgeous, probably incredibly expensive, material off me. It’s the sort of dress that doesn’t require a bra, but I chose not to wear panties either as a little surprise for him. I love the way his face falls slack.

  “Fucking hell, you look so good in just heels.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re beautiful.”

  Then he shocks me by pushing me back on to the couch and falling to his knees with a thud between my thighs. His eyes remain fixed on mine as he nudges my legs further apart and he positions himself close to my core. I’m puddling with need there, gasping because I can feel his breath tickling my clit, but that doesn’t mean I know what’s going to happen. Why is he there not up here kissing me with everything that he has?

  “I… I…” I try to communicate my concerns with him, but he instantly silences me by pushing just one of his fingers in to me. I only need that one to already feel a bubble of passion growing. My fingers hook
around the edge of the couch to hold myself in place, to push myself a little closer to the edge because I want more.

  “Can I taste you?” he gushes, his words rolling over my core. “I really want to taste you.”

  Taste? Does that mean his mouth? His tongue? Holy fuck that’s definitely not something that I have experienced before, and I can’t help being nervous about it. His mouth all over me will be weird.

  “Yes,” I hear myself answering, my mouth doing whatever the hell it wants on my behalf. “Oh, yes.”

  His tongue drags along my slit first, testing the waters, checking what I can handle. The breath instantly bundles up in my throat. I can’t get breaths in or out which leaves me dizzy as hell. Because of that the sensation is that much more intense when he pauses at my clit and he circles round and round.

  “Oh fuck.” Does this feel better than sex? It might well do. I’m not quite sure. “Fuck, Brad.”

  He spins me faster and faster. His tongue writing words on my clit, not that I know what they are, and my body starts to buck and writhe like crazy. Brad has to hold onto me to keep my ass on the couch.

  “Shit, oh fuck!” I grab his hair, trying to yank him away because it’s too much for me. The pressure is building far too rapidly, I’m scared that I’m going to lose my mind too fast, I can’t handle it… but then I tug him back just as hard. Much as it’s scary, I need him. I need this incredible, phenomenal sensation. It’s everything.

  My whole body stiffens as I tilt towards the edge. I bolt upright like there’s a steel rod in my back. Sensing that I’m close to the edge, Brad picks up the pace, knowing exactly what I need before I even need to find a way to express it. The orgasm is coming for me, I’m speeding down the strain tracks and it doesn’t matter what I do, I will crash in to the station at a million miles an hour. There’s no hope for me now, and I’m happy about that. I’m falling, tumbling, crashing willingly. Happy to go wherever his mouth is going to take me.

  He becomes a mad man, teasing, tugging, licking me wildly until I collapse on my back on the couch, my hips writhing, my back arching through the orgasm. The pleasure completely consumes me. It swallows me up whole, taking all of me along for the ride. During the waves of burning hot bliss sizzling through my veins, I call out Brad’s name over and over again, needing to let him know that he’s everything to me right now.

  I might be falling in love. That thought pops unexpectedly into my brain, stunning me. It’s too soon for the L word, that would be absolutely insane to think of. At the moment, this is just lust. It has to be… doesn’t it?

  But as the pleasure swims through me, cooling itself down slowly, I’m not so sure. Not everything has to make sense for it to be right, does it? I think me and Brad have already proven that much…

  “I need you,” Brad groans, dragging me right back in to the present moment. “I want you bad.”

  I watch with my eyes practically popping out of my head as he strips himself down to nothing in an eager, desperate way. We’ve always been so quick to get our hands on one another that I haven’t had a chance to see him nude yet, so this is wonderful. To see all of him. And he really is gorgeous, isn’t he? Every inch of him is perfect. It’s like he’s been sculpted from clay just for me. I can’t help but grin at the sight of him.

  “You look pretty pleased with yourself.” He shoots me a wink. “Now, get on to your front.”

  “My front?” I roll around on to my belly, making a joke out of it. “Like this?”

  He runs his eyes over my body like he wants to devour me whole. I actually like that stare. I wiggle my ass playfully, pouting out my lips as if I’m a model and this is a photo shoot.

  “Yes, that’s exactly how I want you.” He chews on his bottom lip. “Just like that.”

  “Are you serious?” I narrow my eyes. “Just like this? Sure, okay.”

  “You don’t know how gorgeous you look like that, you know? You honestly drive me crazy.”

  I don’t know what he’s going to do but since he’s introducing me to a brand new world, I’m happy to see where he takes me. So, as he climbs over me and he parts my thighs once more, I press my face in to the pillow and allow the anticipation build, which is does increasingly by the second.

  “Are you ready?” he asks quietly. “For me like this?”

  I lift my ass up ever so slightly. “Yes, I think so. I think I’m ready for you.”

  The sensation is shocking. It stuns me to the core, but in the best way possible. It’s definitely different to have him inside me this way, but I like it. I like it a lot actually. It’s fucking incredible. I grip tightly on to the couch cushions as he thrusts into me over and over again, somehow managing to bring the pleasure back to the fore front of my body all over again. I think another orgasm might be on its way to claim me once more. Brad is honestly magic. This man is full of surprises and I can’t wait to unlock them all…

  “Your phone is going off,” Brad tells me as we both lie in a comatose state, spent and exhausted. Sweaty and sticky from all the sex. “It’s been going off for ages. You probably should just answer it already.”

  “Urgh, do I have to?” I groan. “I don’t want to move ever again.”

  “Go on, otherwise it might not stop all night long.”

  I roll on to my front and grab my bag off the night stand, dragging my cell phone out. As soon as I see what’s on the screen, I sit bolt right up, and my eyes pop out. Not only do I not know who this is from, it’s got something that I shouldn’t be looking at right now.

  “Oh my God.” I grab onto my forehead as pleasure tilts all the way in to panic. “Oh my God, Brad.”

  He grabs my phone and stares at it, terror gripping him as well. He doesn’t want to see these photographs either. Me and him having sex in the office, taken by someone who saw us. Why are they doing this now when it’s supposed to be all over? What does this mean?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brad

  I stand behind Wesley and stare at the computer screen, chewing my thumbnail anxiously. He is a technology whiz which is why he’s the brother I came to with these pictures first. If anyone can help me with this mess and work out who the fuck is trying to cause me more problems, it’s him.

  “Anything yet?” I ask for what feels like the hundredth time. “You got anything?”

  He spins in his chair and gives me his most serious look. “Dude, you know that I can’t get anything done if you keep going on at me. I need complete silence. Do you want to go and make me a coffee or something?”

  “Another one?” I lean over his shoulder. “Have you even finished the last one yet?”

  “You know I basically live off of caffeine. Now, go and make me one before I start twitching.”

  I roll my eyes and stomp back into the kitchen, my temper bubbling over into boiling point. It just seems like every single time things calm down with me and Tami, something else comes along to cause us issues. It’s so annoying. At first it was the office gossip, then the out ward bullying, now the secretive messaging… why are people seriously out to get us? Why doesn’t anyone aside from my family want me to be happy?

  “Fucking asshole,” I growl as I pour some more liquid into Wesley’s mug. “What a dick.”

  I accidently pour too much in, so it spills over the side and burns my fingers, which only angers me even more. Someone else having this sort of power over me is super irritating. I hate it. The worst thing is I can’t even call Tami about this yet. She’s so sad and annoyed that she decided to spend the day with her friends to help take her mind off of things and I promised myself that I wouldn’t interrupt until I had some sort of answer for her. To be honest, when I told myself that I thought Wesley would be able to solve this much quicker.

  “Anything yet?” I ask once more as I find Wesley again. “What are you looking at now?”

  “Well, since I can’t trace the phone number to anyone, this isn’t going to be easy to solve,” he sighs loudly. “But from what you’ve
told me, I think that it’s obviously one of the mean girls from your office.”

  “You think it might be Amy? Oliver’s assistant? She’s the one who supposedly saw us?”

  “I don’t know.” Wesley shrugs. “But I do know that you can’t go around accusing anyone without certainty.”

  “Urgh, that’s so annoying. I want this to end. How can I do anything then? If I can’t ask people about it and make some accusations how can I stop it from happening? I don’t want Tami to go through this.”

  Wesley looks puzzled as he stares back at the computer screen. I suppose he doesn’t have any answers to this, he doesn’t have involvement in the human resources department at the company he works for whereas I should have more knowledge since I’m the boss of the entire damn organization. But I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what to do and that’s because I’m emotionally attached to this. I can’t look at it objectively.

  “Perhaps you should call the cops then,” Wesley offers. “You don’t even have to really do anything. Just the threat of bringing the police into the mix might stop what’s going on.”

  “But the cops aren’t going to be interested, are they? In a few pictures. It isn’t even like there are any threats in the mix. Not obviously anyway. Only we would understand them. I think the police won’t get it.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that,” Wesley admits. “I don’t suppose there is a lot they can do.”

  We sit in silence for a moment, just staring at the computer screen and the images. Thank fuck they aren’t too graphic, that would have been really embarrassing for the both of us. Instead they are just letting us know that we were seen. But that’s what I don’t get. We already know that, and we don’t need reminding. It doesn’t matter how pissed off people are that I have given Tami a promotion and we’re together. That’s just fact now, so what is the point of any of this? I think that’s what I’m missing. Once I can figure out a motivation, it will become clear who has done it. Right now, Amy, Tawny, Beth, and Hayley are at the top of my suspect list. But I won’t consider them the only ones on it. Who knows who might be keeping quiet?