Under My Boss's Command

by Jamie Knight

  I hope I didn't make it awkward, I’ve just never had anyone acknowledge my efforts before. It feels weird, especially when it's a person you’re interested in. I try to distract myself by looking out the windows as we drive.

  Thankfully it's not a long drive. There doesn't seem to be much traffic here either. This virus really is impacting places all over the world.

  That's a very troubling thought.

  I wonder if it will get much worse?

  I sincerely hope not.

  Once we are back at the hotel, we walk through the lobby to the elevator. I'm worried that there are going to be another awkward few moments before we reach our floor. When we are alone in the elevator, Mark turns to look at me.

  "Would it be all right if I took you out to dinner later?" he asks.

  I blink at him in surprise. I'm too shocked to speak.

  "It's my way of saying thanks for all your hard work, plus it's sort of a celebration about landing the Ozark project since we didn't do anything back at the office," he explains. My mind is still reeling from what he asked, so he has to stare at me a couple seconds before I finally respond.

  "Oh yes, that sounds wonderful," I reply.

  I hope I don't sound too enthusiastic about it. The elevator doors slide open as we reach our floor.

  "Great, we can meet in the lobby around 7?" he asks.

  "Sure, can't wait," I smile, unable to contain it.

  He smiles back. We part ways to our separate rooms. Once I'm inside, I throw my briefcase down and collapse on the bed. I hug a pillow to my chest and giggle uncontrollably. Not only did he compliment me again, but he also sort of asked me out. Excitement runs through me. I know I won’t be able to calm myself down.

  It's still a few hours before dinner, so I try to tell myself to play it cool. I watch TV and check my emails. After I shower and fuss with my hair and makeup, I sit wrapped in a robe from the hotel. I polish my fingernails and toenails so they match.

  Once those are dry, I make sure I have plenty of time to go through every piece of clothing in my suitcase. I lay it all out on the bed, narrowing down my choices over the next few hours. I'm torn between two outfits.

  A quick glance at the digital clock on the nightstand tells me that I have an hour left to change before meeting him for dinner to celebrate. I get excited all over again. Suddenly, I know how I would like to appear to him tonight.

  I put on a black lace bra and panties under a tight black sweater and fitted jeans. Then I check myself in the mirror one last time before deciding that I am ready for dinner. I try not to appear too anxious as I leave my room and take the elevator down to the lobby to meet him. I retouch my lipstick and spray a little of the perfume that I always keep in my purse.

  The elevator door opens. My heels tap against the polished hotel floor. I nervously touch my hair as I discreetly look around for him. My heart pounds in my chest as I wonder what could happen tonight. It skips a beat when I see him standing near the front of the restaurant.

  I find it so hard to believe that he is waiting for me. He looks so good that a shiver runs down my spine. I want to run to him and press my lips against his. I want to know what he tastes like. I push those thoughts from my mind and fix a smile back on my face. Tonight is going to be perfect.

  Chapter 8

  Mark

  I am sitting in the hotel restaurant, trying not to tell myself I did a bad, bad thing. I know I had decided not to pursue Lisa but being around her so much is driving me crazy.

  Plus, it’s only dinner. Between a boss and an assistant who are working on a project together while on a business trip.

  That’s not at all romantic.

  Even if it’s at a romantic restaurant.

  Right?

  I’ve never been good at fucking fooling myself. I like to look the truth right in the eye before I either ride it or fight it.

  I order a bottle of wine as I wait for Lisa. I check my watch and see that it is exactly seven o'clock. So, I start to look around for her and see her enter the lobby from the elevator.

  She hasn't seen me yet, so I take a few seconds to look at her. I’m turned on by how sexy she looks in her nice outfit. Her perky breasts and curvy hips make me want her even more. I stand and start waving to get her attention. As she looks around the lobby, her eyes pass over the restaurant window.

  She blinks; it takes her a few seconds to notice me. When she finally does, she smiles and waves back. As she walks over I pour wine for both of us. I hand her a glass as she takes her seat across the table from me.

  "I hope I'm not late," she says apologetically.

  "Oh no, you are right on time," I assure her.

  She smiles in response as I pull her chair out for her and then take my own seat.

  "To Ozark," I say proudly, as I hold my glass up.

  She laughs as we clink our glasses in a toast. We each take a sip of wine and then sit there for a few seconds in silence. The waiter appears with menus, and I look forward to the evening.

  Lisa looks adorable as she makes a little pouty face. She's trying to decide what to eat. When she is ready to order, I signal the waiter back.

  Once he leaves with our menus, Lisa smiles at me nervously and sips more of her wine. I'm liking being with her here; it's interesting to see her outside of the office.

  The waiter brings our food and we poke it around while taking little bites of it. We make small talk about travel, work, little things.

  "Have you traveled before?" I ask her.

  Lisa swallows her food politely and shakes her head no.

  "This is my first real vacation," she admits.

  "Oh, I'm sorry it's not more of a glamorous place " I say.

  I had been trying to downplay a romantic atmosphere but perhaps I should have gone all out, considering that she isn’t used to traveling. I want to spoil her and give her a fun, extravagant time.

  She shakes her head.

  "No, this has been a fun trip. Besides, I'm glad that I was able to help the company in such an important way," she says as she takes another bite of her food.

  Her answer surprises me. I wasn't expecting her to care so much about the work that we do. I thought she only worked as an assistant at the company for money but apparently she’s passionate about her job, too. I guess I should have been able to tell that from the fastidious ways she’s approached her projects and also from how she’s gone above and beyond for the company.

  I start to feel like a huge asshole for not realizing this before. I'm about to say something in response to her but my phone rings, interrupting me. I see that it's one of my contacts at Ozark.

  "Excuse me, this is important," I apologize.

  I walk away from the table to take the call. Lisa nods in understanding.

  As I'm on the phone, I watch her drink her wine, and eat a few more bites of food. I can see her breasts rise as she sighs. She watches the other people in the restaurant. She looks so beautiful that it distracts me from the seriousness of the phone call I'm having.

  Once the call ends, I go to the lobby bathroom and wash my hands. I'm shaken. I can't talk to Lisa yet. I just received grave news on the phone and I need to prepare myself before I share it with her. After I take a few deep breaths, I walk back to the table to join her.

  "Sorry about that."

  I try to act smooth as I take my seat. She looks up at me in concern.

  "Is everything all right?" she asks.

  "Well, not really…" I have to admit. We both stop eating and look at each other. "I don't know how to say this, but one of our colleagues at the meeting has tested positive for the Coronavirus, and everyone that was there will need to self-quarantine for 14 days."

  I swallow some wine to calm my nerves.

  Lisa is speechless.

  She looks at me silently, her eyes wide with shock.

  "I hope I didn't scare you. Everyone who was there needs to be informed," I explain.

  It takes her a few seconds to gather
her thoughts. Eventually she recovers herself and takes a big gulp of wine.

  "No, I'm glad you told me. You are right, it's really important that everyone knows," she says gently. She starts eating again. "The food here is very good."

  I can tell she’s trying to stay cheerful. I'm grateful for the subject change. I start to eat again as well.

  "I'm glad I chose it then. I heard this was one of the best restaurants in the city," I reply.

  The corners of her lips quirk up.

  "I'm glad that you invited me here then."

  She smiles at me again. I realize that this is the most I have ever seen her do that. She is even more stunning up close.

  She finally catches me watching her. She blushes and looks away, embarrassed. I can't stop myself from grinning either as I look back at my food.

  Despite the news we just received, tonight is turning out to be pretty fun. It's the little things about her that I am enjoying, like her conversation and her expressions. Although I still can't wait to see more of her body.

  I want to compliment her outfit choice so much, but I’ve already made her blush once tonight. Even though I liked seeing that, I don't want to embarrass her even more.

  I look up to see her staring at me this time. I wonder if the wine could be affecting her so quickly, because she gives me a little giggle and looks away. If that's true then this might turn out to be an even more interesting night than I had originally expected. I find myself smiling again.

  The rest of dinner goes by in the same manner; us stealing glances at each other and looking away. We make more small talk about the office and how things must be back home. We avoid serious topics because neither of us wants to spoil the evening. She seems to be enjoying herself. I’m glad; she deserves it.

  And I can’t help but wonder excitedly what else this trip has in store for us, since it seems to be full of surprising twists and turns.

  Chapter 9

  Lisa

  I am still very worried about the situation that Mark just told me about, but I am excited as well. I can’t believe my luck that I am going to be quarantined at the hotel with him for two weeks.

  I need to be careful and hide my excitement when I am around him. I will have to do my best to appear professional, because he is still my boss. We continue eating. After finishing a few more bites, I look at Mark and get serious.

  "I'll take care of changing our flights and extending our stay at the hotel right after dinner," I tell him.

  He has already finished his plate of food.

  "That sounds fine, but it's important that we don’t panic. We will follow the recommended guidelines for this situation."

  As he does his best to reassure me, I tell myself that he’s right. But it’s such a crazy situation that neither I nor anyone else on the planet has experienced before that I don’t know what to think.

  The waiter refills our glasses silently, then walks away. We return to our wine and conversation.

  I'm not sure why, but I find the way that he is wanting to protect and reassure me really sexy. I take a big gulp of my wine. I can feel my excitement mixing together with nervousness. I really need to get it together and calm down.

  I know that he just told me some serious news, but I’m almost at ease with him now. Plus, being here with him is like the ultimate dream come true. The more we drink the more I can feel myself relaxing.

  I can't tell if that is a good or bad thing. I want to make sure we’re following all the orders we can to keep ourselves and anyone else around us safe. I’m kind of scared of what might happen. But well, if I get to spend more time with him it could turn into a good thing pretty easily...

  I look away, embarrassed. The wine is making me lose track of my thoughts, so I'm at a loss for words right now.

  "Is everything okay?" he asks me, looking a little concerned.

  I nod. I'm not going to admit to him where my head is at. He would probably think I'm crazy or something. I look around and try to find something to distract myself.

  "Have you been to this city before?" I ask him curiously.

  He shrugs as he considers my question.

  "I don't think so. I have to travel to a lot of places for this job, so they all kind of blur together," he admits with a grin.

  I smile at his answer. He is a rising star at the firm, so I’m not surprised he’s been everywhere.

  "How did you like the plane ride?" he asks me.

  I take another sip of wine. I need to stop, because I'm drinking too much, but I can't help myself.

  "It was nice. Very spacious and luxurious," I hazard.

  He smirks in response.

  "After a while you get used to it, but the first time is always the best,” he says in a low voice.

  Maybe it's the wine, but I think I hear a double meaning to his words. I blush. There is no way that he could be talking to me in that way, I tell myself.

  I nibble some leftovers off my plate. I don't want to get dizzy or lightheaded from the wine. Seeing what I'm doing, he signals the waiter to bring us some water. I look at him gratefully. He surprises me by winking at me.

  When the water arrives, I all but drain the whole glass. Both of them try to contain their surprise at that.

  "Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?" Mark asks as the waiter pours me more water and hands us our dessert menus.

  We browse through the selections. I shake my head.

  "Not really. Just updating our travel arrangements because of the quarantine," I admit.

  I wish I was a more exciting person. He nods.

  "I don't have anything going on either. I'm glad you remembered about the plans. I almost forgot."

  He laughs. I laugh as well. I think the wine is getting to him as well.

  "I think someone needs to drink his water," I mock-reprimand him.

  He raises a brow at me. I want to cringe at myself, but he's smiling goofily at me.

  "Yes, ma'am," he says, taking a gulp of water.

  We both laugh.

  "I think we both had too much wine," he admits.

  I nod at him. I'm too busy enjoying myself with him.

  Eventually we lapse into silence and stare at our menus. We go back to stealing glances at each other.

  I have never been more turned on by him or anyone than I am right now. He meets my gaze every time. I wonder if he is feeling the same way about me. My stomach does flips at that thought. I don't know how much more excitement I can take tonight.

  "Hmmm, everything looks so good, I can't decide what to get," he says in a playful tone.

  I have to take a deep breath, because he's looking right at me when he says it. I clear my throat and look at my menu.

  "It's true, there are a lot of tasty options,” I reply.

  He looks deeply at me. It's a few seconds before I realize what I just said. Embarrassed yet again, I try to hide my face behind the menu.

  Thankfully he ignores my comment and looks around for our waiter. I order the cheesecake and he orders something with chocolate that sounds expensive, and both of us ask for some coffee.

  This place is still fairly busy, which is surprising, considering how many people are starting to shelter in place due to the pandemic. I have to admit that I’m ready to shelter in place… with my hot, protective boss.

  Chapter 10

  Mark

  After we finish our desserts, I realize that we’ve been having such a great time together that I didn't realize how late it had gotten. I quickly signal the waiter so I can pay the bill.

  Lisa waits patiently for me. We leave the restaurant and walk to the elevator together. I hope we’re not too tipsy to get back upstairs to the room. Though I did enjoy how much more relaxed she seemed after all the wine we had at dinner.

  I think she might have drunk a little bit more than I did. I'm kind of surprised by that. Was she nervous about meeting me tonight?

  I'm feeling very confident from the Ozark project and the wine, and
it’s fueling my burning desire to get naked with Lisa. I have been feeling this way about her all throughout dinner. I can't stop myself from brushing against her in the elevator.

  I've been dying to know what she feels like, even if just in the smallest way. She looks at me with surprise, and maybe with something else in her eyes too.

  I shouldn't do this, but I invite her to my room for another drink. I really do know better, but I want her badly.

  Throughout this entire evening we’ve spent together, all I could think about was caressing her breasts and spreading her legs. If I am able to get her back to my room, I know we could have so much fun together.

  My cock gets rock hard just from thinking about it. It takes some doing, but I calm myself down and tell myself to be patient. I don't think these little pep talks I'm having with myself are working very well.

  "Um, are you sure it's okay?" she asks softly.

  I can tell that I surprised her with my invitation to my room. I hope that's what she was wanting me to ask. I, at least, wanted the night to end like this the whole time, if I’m really being honest with myself.

  It's a huge risk, it’s true, but I just have to be with her. I've been fighting these urges for so long. The more I’m around her, the more out of control they get.

  When I really face the truth, I know it was inevitable that something was going to happen between us on this trip. I just hope that it happens tonight.

  "Well, it's going to be against the rules, but I think we can work around that," I reply.

  I surprise us both by reaching for her hand. She gives a soft intake of breath when I make contact.

  I can feel the heat between us. The smoldering sexual tension in the air.

  We are in the elevator alone, which is very tempting. I tell myself repeatedly to wait until we are in the room. For privacy reasons, of course.

  We stare intently at each other as the floors pass by. If this wasn't such a short ride, I would take her right here and right now. I'm so ready to be with her that I feel like I'm going to burst.