Someone would say I exaggerated, but I nearly had an orgasm the moment the cigarette found its way back into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it. The thick, delicious smoke ran across my taste buds and hurried to fill my tormented lungs. Suddenly, the world shifted back into place. After a few more tugs of the blissful nicotine, I regained the ability to hear without constant white noise.
Why had I been so worked up anyway? It was just a meeting with a client I'd been buttering up for a while. They were disappointed with the services of their previous IT company and desperate for a change in their image. The software engineers I was recruiting were nothing short of the cream of the crop. I was confident in the high level of product we developed after many gruesome months of quality assurance. There were some spare clothes in my office. I'd change my shirt and reapply my makeup in less than half an hour, leaving me enough time to put the final touches on the presentation.
Life was beautiful once again.
The pleasure of smoking, after being deprived of my first lust and love for so long, was so intense I completely ignored the mysterious benefactor. His laughter interrupted my post-orgasmic moment. When I raised my head, I was faced with a pair of amused green eyes.
“Who would have thought a lady like you had such a potty mouth, boss?” He was spinning the shiny, smooth Zippo between his fingers with a sly grin. His playful comment made me smile nervously.
“Was I so easy to hear?” I leaned against the railing and let out a puff of smoke. Now I could appreciate the warmth of the sun on my back. Thomas Jett was still flicking the lighter with his gaze fixed on my face. Any other time, I'd have demanded he quit staring but the nicotine happiness still had its effect on me.
“Your voice was never easy to ignore, Lina.” He cocked his head to one side and smoothed his black hair back. The sunbeams reflected in his rimless glasses and I had to narrow my eyes to get a good look at him. “But it's really cute when someone as prim and proper as you bursts out in expletives.”
Somehow, he always succeeded in making me laugh genuinely. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and probably messed my make up even further.
“I think this must be the first time anyone has called me 'proper' in my entire life.”
Thomas raised his eyebrow and continued playing with the lighter.
“I haven't seen any evidence of impropriety in your behavior so far, boss. You've been nothing but straight-laced, save for your nasty habit. I've been trying to get you to get drunk and act silly at every Christmas party, but you’ve never been more than a little tipsy.”
I rolled my eyes at him and inhaled some of the smoke deep into my lungs.
“Dream on, brat.” Thomas hated the nickname I’d picked for him shortly after hiring him seven years before. It was probably just my imagination but I was sure his gaze darkened with a dangerous gleam whenever I teased him with it. “I'm the only one in this company who can hold their liquor.”
“Damned shame.” He kept on watching me with curiosity as if trying to pick my brain apart. “I'd really like to observe your behavior without any masks or pretenses. It'd make a compelling case.”
From the moment I’d left my hometown for college, plenty of my friends and professional contacts had consisted of programmers and IT specialists, but Thomas was, without a doubt, the most unusual developer I'd ever known. My employees were magicians at their jobs. They wouldn’t have been working for me otherwise. They lived and breathed for the perfect code and usually got along better with computers than people. It was probably some terrible movie cliché but true nevertheless.
Don't get me wrong. Thomas had the same zest for his profession, but his interests went beyond the ones and zeroes. He was just as fascinated with the software of the human brain and psychology. It was one of the reasons I’d valued him so much when he was my personal assistant. Thomas synced with me to the point where he could predict all my reactions. It was a great relief to have somebody in my entourage with whom I didn't have to waste too many words. He simply understood me. Still, at times his ability to peek into my thoughts was scary.
Once I told him he should have become a psychiatrist. He replied, with a goofy smile, that he was too much of a deviant and wouldn't be able to resist seducing his attractive female patients.
“Maybe you should channel your energy into more meaningful projects than trying to make me embarrass myself.” I looked down to his lighter and something clicked in my brain. “Hey, wait a minute. How long have you been smoking?”
“Oh, this old thing?” He flipped the lighter in the air and it landed on his open palm. “I keep it around just in case. You know, for the ladies.” His smooth operator wink was more ridiculous than sexy. “You're not the only smoker on the floor. I like to be prepared.”
“Ugh. When did you become such a sleazeball?” I wrinkled my nose in exaggerated disgust.
“Since when is helping women in distress a sign of being a sleazeball?”
“Oh, give me a break. You do it out of the goodness of your heart without expecting anything in return?” We often argued about women’s rights and gender roles. Usually we agreed to disagree.
“That's exactly it, actually.” I took another cigarette out of the box and he brought the lighter to its tip. “I happen to enjoy the sight of a woman's smile when I make an unexpected gesture like this.” Thomas smirked and withdrew the metal once the stuffed tobacco turned red with the flame. “See? It won't kill you or make you seem incompetent if you let me be a gentleman with you every once in a while.”
The first time Thomas opened the door for me I gave him a look of bewilderment and irritation as if he had thrown a cup of coffee in my face. He was just as shocked by my words when I told him I was his boss, not some girl he could go to bed with, so his “gentleman” charades weren't necessary. However, he turned out to be more stubborn than I thought and insisted on his routines. I gave up in the end and allowed him to open doors, pull out my chairs, carry my luggage on business trips etc. The truth was I loved it. Not that I’d ever admit it to his face.
“And you're not one of those guys who lament that they're not getting laid because they're too 'nice'?”
“I don't complain.” He grinned and adjusted his glasses. They were new and really looked great on him. “I do certain things because traditions tend to die if we forget about them.”
“Oh, traditions?” Damn, I missed bickering with him. Ever since Thomas had officially been transferred to the Android/iOS department, we’d had fewer excuses to spend time together and argue about everything under the sun. “Perhaps we should continue with human sacrifices as well? They're also an ancient tradition.”
He chuckled and reached out to place the lighter in my pocket.
“Are you saying you sacrifice your proud feminist soul by accepting my help? Anyway, like I said, I enjoy making women smile, making them a little bit happier about their day. And if they wish to extend their happiness and allow me to truly take care of them at night, it’s just a bonus.” His smile was carefree but I swore I could see the gleam in his gaze again. Was it just me or was that… lust?
Oh, get over yourself. He's too young.
I kept on smoking quietly and regarded him for a long time. Nobody would ever say Thomas was a ladies’ man, let alone a wet dream. He was nothing special in the looks department, with a slim, pale face and thin features. The most attractive part of his visage was his vibrant green eyes. They had not been so easy to notice when we met. He used to wear some horrible parody of glasses like a magnifier, with thick, tortoiseshell frames. Less than a year later, he’d switched to a more elegant model. It complimented his face and made him look more attractive. He was taller than me, but had been so thin that I’d worried he had an eating disorder or was malnourished.
My gaze slid down to his body and lingered there longer than employer ethics allowed. Since those first awkward days, he’d matured into a man with a well-toned runner’s physique, lean musculature and li
the arms and legs. According to him, it happened with the help of a proper diet and gruesome physical exercise but it was worth every minute spent in the gym. The white, open collar shirt and blue designer jeans he’d chose to wear showed the best of his figure. In a short, embarrassing moment, I realized I was taking mental pictures of him naked and quickly looked away. Hopefully, he hadn't noticed.
Given all those advantages, Thomas was not your typical office hunk. There were more handsome and charismatic men working for me, and yet, for some reason, most of the women in my company adored him. I had no idea whether he was sleeping with any of them. Maybe it was his pleasant personality and charm or the fact he treated everyone with respect. He was helpful without being condescending or imposing. Still, it was difficult to figure out what made him so popular.
“...even if I don't approve of some of the things that make them happy.”
“I'm sorry, what?” The embarrassment hit me like a heatwave when he realized I hadn’t been listening to him at all. Oh, damn it, he was just a kid, eleven years younger than me. The very fact I’d thought of him naked was borderline pedophilia.
I was not quite old enough to be his mother, but still...
“I was just stating the obvious.” Thomas shrugged and looked at me with concern. “You're still deeply hooked, aren't you?”
“And you love rubbing it in my face.” I snorted. “Thomas, listen. I started smoking in high school and never slowed down. I've been an active smoker for twenty years. Trust me, I’ve tried everything.” My voice turned desperate. I finished the cigarette and stubbed it against the rail. “I'll kill you if you tell anyone about this but I even paid some crook 1K to hypnotize me. I should just give it up and accept I'm an addict.” I looked down and crossed my arms over my chest. “I don't want to be a messy wench who falls apart because she doesn’t have her nicotine fix. At least when I smoke I go back to my normal self.”
Thomas nodded with understanding. I read some sympathy in his gaze and felt grateful he didn't say anything more. That was another reason I missed him so much as my assistant. He always knew what to say and when to stay silent.
Just as well as he knew when to read my thoughts.
“When are you going to accept my invitation, Lina?” Who knew why, but each time he uttered my name with his soft, calm voice, it made me feel warm and I melted on the inside. “It's been four years since I bought the house and you never came to see it.”
“I'm not sure it's a good idea.”
“Just for an hour or so. We will have some wine and talk about life outside of ChaosTech.” He moved closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You know what? Just come tonight. 8.30 PM. I won't take no for an answer this time.”
The warmth of his steady fingers through the silk of my blouse was like the kiss of the sunbeams – subtle yet palpable. I stared into his gentle eyes and reasoned that nothing bad would happen if I saw him outside of work. It dawned on me how much I missed our talks after business hours. They used to happen due to extra work or when he stayed to practice his coding skills. The pleasant company was more of a bonus. How would I handle spending time with Thomas in a casual environment?
“Seriously, you could find better ways to have fun on a Friday night.” I used the voice of a well-intentioned schoolteacher. “Why not invite some pretty girl instead of having wine with an old woman?”
“Shh!” He squeezed my shoulder tighter and shook his head in disapproval. “I don't want to hear any of this “old woman” crap anymore. You're in your prime. Now, if you're done poisoning yourself, I suggest we go back inside. You’ll knock ‘em dead this afternoon. I’ll expect you to join me tonight for some of your favorite wine.” Thomas let go of me and gave me a playful wink. “Who knows, we may make a tradition out of this. See you around, boss. I'll text you the address.”
He walked away from the fire escape and left me alone with my confused emotions. A little innocent drink wouldn't hurt, would it? Maybe it would be good if I weren't alone tonight.
I cleaned up after myself and went back inside, refreshed and ready for battle. As I walked past the Android/iOS department, I caught sight of Thomas talking to one of our new employees, a beautiful girl and a promising designer. He was leaning next to her desk, pointing at the computer screen. She was glowing and laughing at something he said.
I shook my head and once again, I wondered how he did it. Quite a change from the awkward, skinny kid with weird hair who showed up at my office for an interview all those years ago.
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UNORTHODOX THERAPY
She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I'd never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine.
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