Bad Boss

by Matilda Martel

  This is too much information to process alone.

  I call Glenda one more time. No answer. That tramp. I’m always available to listen to her dumb married lady problems. She gives me no choice. It’s always the first thing out of her mouth.

  Jack wants to wait to start a family. Jack never does the dishes. Jack’s mom hates me. Jack, Jack, Jack! Leave the poor guy alone.

  I finally have a man problem. I’ve never had man problems to discuss and dissect. Unless you count the lack of a man as a problem and I don’t.

  Sex and dating are recent concerns. I was a late bloomer. So what? Obviously, I bloomed. I went from being flat chested one day to having big tits almost overnight. People assumed I had work done, but I didn’t. No one deliberately wants boobs this big on my frame. It’s not a good look. Nothing ever fits right and no matter how hard you try, you never look thin. But enough tit talk, I need man advice and Glenda isn’t picking up.

  I try her one more time. Damn her.

  These are serious problems. I need female advice. Simon is twenty years older than me. Shit. That means he was in college when I was born. Oh, that feels nasty. Fiendish. What does a man like him want with me?

  I stare at myself in the full-length mirror and push my boobs together to create monster cleavage. You know what he wants, dirty girl. I giggle to myself and slap my own ass.

  I’m a dork. But cut me some slack. This never happens to me. God knows it’s been too long since I let my hair down and had some fun. But it wasn’t fun the last time. Not even a little. In truth, it was kind of boring.

  I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex. But only once. His name was Julian and it was junior year at NYU. He was sweet and sexy. We went on a few dates and it felt like the right time to have sex.

  Everyone else was having it. Why not me?

  I hoped to be in a serious relationship but never made time to have one. By the time I was twenty-one, there was too much build up. The anticipation gave me unrealistic expectations, but that’s not what happened with Julian. I didn’t expect much from him and that’s precisely what I got.

  He was terrible. Maybe, I was terrible, too. It wasn’t ugly or traumatizing, just boring. He was so worked up, foreplay was non-existent. Then it was over so fast, I never had time to have an orgasm. I know that can happen with virgins, but he wasn’t a virgin. He’d been around the block and back again. I’m not sure why no woman ever told him he needed pointers. As a virgin, it wasn’t my place to correct him. I had nothing to compare.

  When it was over, I pretended it was nice. I never told him he was great, and I confessed I never came. He didn’t seem surprised, embarrassed or interested in making up for it. And if he planned on being the only one having fun at that party, then there was no reason to partake of seconds. I broke up with him days later. Inconsiderate men are the worst. I didn’t need experience to tell me that.

  I never talk about it. I’m too embarrassed. After years of waiting, the whole experience was pretty anti-climactic. No pun intended.

  I think Simon’s different. Maybe, I’ll find out.

  The sun’s going down and a second cold front is expected to arrive any minute. I touch the frosted window and exaggerate a shiver. This feels like a big one. The weatherman said we should expect snow. Thank goodness it’s Friday. It gives me time to think before I head back into the office on Monday. I turn up the heater and scurry into the bathroom to draw a bath.

  This is a rare treat. I won a big account, my hot boss confessed he’s crushing on me and I had the afternoon off. All in all, it was a good day and I deserve some me time. I’m feeling flirty and slightly... horny. Something’s in the air, like whispers in the wind coaxing me to enjoy myself for once.

  Bubbling with excitement, I slowly peel the bra off my shoulders, unlatch it and hang it on the doorknob. Laughing to myself, I imagine I’m giving Simon a striptease. I slide my panties down and kick them off. I close my eyes and picture him catching them with his teeth. Why is he getting to me so quick? Clive tried for months and never made me feel this way.

  This isn’t right. I know I should make him suffer. He was a dick. He deserves a swift and painful rejection. But I like him. I always liked him. Am I a total sap if I give him a chance to make it up to me?

  Don’t answer. Let's think on it.

  I dip one toe in the hot water, grab my small bottle of lavender essential oil and sprinkle a few drops in. The steam rises over my legs as I sink into the bath. Settling in, I feel the warm vapor dance over my skin. I needed this. This feels perfect.

  I lie back in the water, nestle my head into the small bath pillow Nana bought me for my birthday and empty my lungs in one long exhale.

  Ten seconds later, a loud knock startles me.

  You have got to be kidding me. Who the hell is that?

  Eight

  Simon

  I check my phone one more time. No messages. No missed calls. I jog in place outside her building. I’m miles from home. Full of sexual frustration, I jogged through the park in thirty degree weather. The moron in me thought I had enough stamina to jog from the Upper East Side to Soho and I failed miserably. By the time I reached 70th Street, I hailed a cab and had him bring me the rest of the way.

  Besides, it feels like snow.

  Finally, someone exits her place and I catch the door in time to squeeze in. I know I should give her time. That’s the mature thing to do. She said she needs time to think. She deserves it. There’s a reason she hasn’t text or called me back.

  I should be patient. She put up with a lot from me. If my girl needs time, I should respect that.

  Fuck it. I need to see her. And she deserves to see me beg. I might as well go all in. With my heart on my sleeve, and Nova’s luscious curves on my mind, I jog up the stairs to the fourth floor.

  For months I’ve sat on this. All this time, I pushed it deep down and pretended everything I felt wasn’t real. I thought I could control it like I control everything else in my life, but now that it’s risen to the surface, I know I was only holding it bay. It was going to burst through no matter what I did. You can’t contain something this big. I held her. I kissed her. I tasted her sweet lips and felt her breasts pressed against my beating heart.

  In one day, I’ve become an addict. I can’t be without her. I’ll never get to sleep until she gives me a shred of hope that this can go further. No, this will go all the way. To the altar. To babies. I need to know this is forever.

  But I should probably start with a real first date.

  I knock. Nothing happens. I knock again. I hear footsteps and a faint voice. I knock again. My eyes catch a shadow underneath the door. She looked through the peephole. She knows it’s me.

  I place my mouth on the crack of the doorframe and try not to sound menacing. She’s a single girl. This is New York. She needs to be careful.

  “Nova? It’s Simon. Can you please answer the door?” I back away from the door and stand in front of her peephole.

  After a few minutes of silence, she answers. “Simon, what are you doing here?”

  “Nova, are you okay? Can I come in?” My voice shakes. I try to remain calm, but I want to see her. I need to find out what she’s thinking. She got away this afternoon without agreeing to see me again. I can’t leave things hanging. I’ve sent two texts and called. I need to give this a push.

  “Simon, I’m going to unlock the door. Count to ten before you open it. You caught me in the bathtub.” She whispers through the door.

  “I’m sorry. Is this a bad time?” I answer, dazed and lovestruck. My hand strokes the door like I’m petting a cat and I fight the desire to swing it open. Nova. Naked.

  I’m inches away from naked Nova.

  “Okay! You can come in!” She hollers loud enough for me to hear through the door.

  The exchange in my brain is instantaneous. I don’t waste a second. I push the door and glimpse a fluffy white towel loosely wrapped around beautiful, stunning, voluptuous Nova Rigby. When she se
es me, she smiles and waves, then closes her bedroom door.

  I’m never leaving this apartment.

  Nine

  Nova

  He’s here. He came. I wanted him to track me down. I wondered if he was a man of passion who would hunt down his woman in the jungle of Manhattan and claim her body for his own. A chill runs down my spine. My skin prickles. Then I pause and stare at myself in the mirror.

  Seriously, Nova?

  This is what happens when you read too many romance novels. I’ll bet it’s why I never fell in love. No one is ever as clever as a romantic hero.

  But it’s not impossible. Could that be why he’s here? What other reason would he have? Oh, no. Maybe he found out I deleted all my files. Maybe, he’s come to fire me.

  Damn. Why did I let my temper get the best of me?

  I take a long hard look at the oversized jammies I’m wearing and cringe. Maybe, I should change. A quick thought and I scamper to my bureau, pull out a baby-doll nightgown and hold it against my body. It’s not overtly sexual. It’s cotton and wholly inappropriate for this weather, but I can hide it underneath the warm terrycloth robe that barely covers my ass.

  Rabbit slippers! Yes. That gives off an air of childishness and hopefully hides my intentions.

  I know what you might be thinking. I’ve never been the kind of person to use my sexuality as a weapon. Brain power. I’m all about brain power. But as a smart woman, it would be irresponsible not to use all my assets to my advantage. A rich man uses his money. I don’t see any harm in using what god gave me. It’s not like I’m walking out in a thong and pasties. He might be upset about the files. All I want to do is make sure he’s in a good mood.

  “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” I exit my room and slam right into his chest. I gaze up, startled. I open my mouth to apologize but when our eyes lock, I realize he’s there on purpose. He’s standing outside my door, waiting to pounce. His blue eyes smolder. Their intensity makes me clutch the lapels of my tiny robe and regret taking this untested bad girl path.

  “Forgive me for coming unannounced.” His deep voice hums and I breathe him in. He’s been running. I know he runs every morning. I’ve seen him. He doesn’t know I’ve seen him, but I have. Why was he running now? Did he run all the way here? No. No one gets to look this good after such a long jog.

  “Is there something you needed?” My voice squeaks out as my throat tightens. His scent drifts to my nostrils. The smell of sweat, cologne and... forty-three-year-old man. Is that a thing? Man scent? I don’t have much to compare. I just know Julian didn’t smell this good.

  “I text. I called. You didn’t reply.” He purrs as his hands move to the sash holding my robe closed. His eyes stay on mine.

  I chew my lip and let him undo the knot. “On my work cell? I keep that in my bag after hours. I didn’t think to check it.”

  He nods and pulls the robe off my shoulders. “I thought I was calling your personal line. I feared I scared you away.”

  He smiles as his finger curls beneath the strap of my nightgown. My cheeks heat. I’m not wearing a bra. One tug and he’ll see everything. My boss, Simon Mueller is seconds from seeing my tits and I’m not making a move to stop him.

  I don’t want him to stop. I let him pull one strap down and quietly ask, “Why did you text? What... what did you want?”

  His licks his lips and traces a line across my chest with his finger. My breasts have managed to stay hidden, quivering and heaving beneath this thin cotton slip. They’re ready to make their debut the moment this gown falls off my body, but I don’t want to be the only naked person in the room.

  I reach for his fleece jacket and peel it off his broad shoulders. My hands instantly grasp hard chest, eager to feel it again. Happy I’m joining him, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor.

  I freeze. A quiet whimper escapes my lips. He’s perfect. Pecs, rippled abs, sculpted arms--- it’s all here. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in the flesh and it’s all here... for me.

  He smiles and pulls me into his warm embrace. His hands travel down my waist and slide across my ass. I lift my gaze. “Simon... what are we doing? Do we know what we’re doing?”

  He nods and then finally tugs my final strap. My gown falls to floor. Before I shield myself, he crashes his chest into mine and seizes my lips in a fiery kiss. I moan into his mouth, swiping my tongue and smashing my body against his until his heat radiates into my skin. My limbs weaken, but he catches me. Growling against my ear, he kisses my neck and then carries me into my room.

  Damn it. I wish I’d cleaned up.

  “I know exactly what I’m doing, Nova.” The calm dissipates and the room explodes in growls and moans as he takes my lips again and falls into the mattress with me. I reach for his pants and he beats me to it. He kicks his shoes off and slides them down, throwing them on the floor. He’s hard but I can’t see it. I can feel it but I miss my chance when he covers me with his body and slinks down to my chest. He stays silent. He’s hypnotized. Mesmerized by the size of my breasts. Embarrassed, I try to cover them with my hands, but he brushes my fingers away.

  “Don’t. They’re perfect.” While his hands massage my flesh, his fingers tease my nipples, tugging and swirling my sensitive nubs until he turns them to stiff peaks jutting out between us.

  “You’re stunning, Nova. Fucking stunning. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this.”

  I wind my fingers in his hair and hold him steady. “Then why did you try so hard to make me hate you?”

  “You’re stunning, Nova. Fucking stunning. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this.”

  I wind my fingers in his hair and hold him steady. “Then why did you try so hard to make me hate you?”

  “You don’t hate me, do you?” He growls as he roams down my chest, kissing and caressing my breasts. His breath prickles my skin. His hands make me simmer with anticipation. When his warm mouth finds my tight nipple, I gasp and pull him closer, whimpering with a new arousal as he suckles my sensitive flesh. Lust swarms my senses.

  “I despise you.” The words trail off as my head falls back. I don’t mean a word of it, but I want more and I don’t know how to ask.

  “Don’t say that, baby. Let me make it up to you. I promise, I’ll never be an asshole again.” He hums against my skin.

  “Never?” I whisper, trembling as he pulls my panties down my legs.

  “Not never. I mean never to you.” He smirks and spreads my thighs.

  My slick pussy sits directly in front of his face. He’s only the second man to see it and I’m pretty sure the first one didn’t look too close. Normally, this situation would mortify me, but for the first time since I started working for him, I feel emboldened.

  Attempting to close my thighs, I pout and obstruct his view with my hands. “You’ve been a horrible boss. Why should I...” I choke on my breath when his tongue traces a long line down my moist slit.

  There are no words. I surrender completely.

  “Baby, I promise, I will be the best fucking boss you’ve ever had.”

  Ten

  Simon

  With very little coaxing, she spreads her legs for me. My pulse quickens at the sight. Lurching forward, I drag my tongue down her wet pussy and feast on my woman. Her legs quiver. Her body writhes and whimpers softly with each swipe. No one’s ever done this for her. She doesn’t have to say the words. I can tell. Everything’s new. Each sensation surprises her like she’s feeling it for the first time.

  Is she a virgin? I’m almost afraid to ask. I don’t want to picture her with anyone else right now. How could anyone make love to her without tasting what she has to offer. That’s insanity. She’s fucking perfect. This pussy is perfect. Her scent makes my balls tighten. Her taste makes my cock throb and ache to fill her. Waiting is agony, but I want to see her come. I’ve waited months to hear her sweet voice climb the heights of ecstasy with my face buried between her legs.

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sp; But I’m going insane.

  Driven by madness, I grip her ass in my hands and lift her pelvis into my face. My tongue works her folds. My lips suckle her clit until she gasps, shudders and cries out for more. I’ll give her whatever she wants. I swirl her clit, stroking and feathering the hard flesh with my tongue until she cries out with a loud moan.

  “Simon! Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?” She whimpers and grabs the sheet for purchase.

  I watch her body respond. Her sweaty limbs tremble as she writhes. She’s so close, I ache to take her now. The wait is killing me. I stroke harder, rubbing her clit, licking and suckling until her muscles tense, her breath hitches, and her hips buck in spasm after spasm of euphoric bliss. She’s so fucking beautiful. I watch amazed, fingering her clenching pussy until her screams fade and she whispers my name under her breath.

  “Simon..” She lifts her legs, curls her toes and grinds her hips as wild tension builds and peaks, surging through her shuddering body before the dam breaks and waves of pleasure wash over her, shattering her into a million pieces. She gasps, panting for air, whimpering with ecstasy as she fills my mouth with honey I’ve ached to savor for eight months.

  “Do you still hate me, baby?” I lick slowly, relishing my reward and drowning in her taste.

  She shakes her head. “No. Never. I tried, but I couldn’t.”

  I look in her eyes and my heart melts. I don’t deserve her. I haven’t earned any of this. I’ve been rude and dismissive. I punished her because I lost control and fell hard. Harder than I’ve ever fallen for anyone. She suffered because I thought she was too imperfect to love and yet she’s the most perfect girl I’ve ever met. Something primal moves me. A spark she lit, the same one that’s burned me slowly and made me ache every time I stood anywhere near her, finally explodes. Flames consume me until all that’s left is the man who loves her.