Resisting the Boss

by Humphreys, K. L.

He doesn’t answer my question, he gazes at me with his arms crossed, a pissed off grimace on his face. “Why did you go to the pool?”

  Frowning, I reply, “You said that I could do as I pleased as long as I remembered that I was representing you. I haven’t done anything wrong, I went to relax by the pool.”

  The elevator doors open and he looks at me, “Why did you go to the pool, Wendy?” Before I can answer he exits the elevator and starts walking toward the hotel room.

  Rushing after him, I’m pissed, why he is being such an ass? “To relax. Do you have a problem with me going down to the pool?”

  He walks into the suite without glancing back at me, as soon as I set foot into the room, he slams the door closed, his hand inches from my face. “Yes, I have a problem.” His breath hot against my face.

  My breath hitches, having him this close to me makes me want him all over again, I’m not going there again. “Why?”

  “Were you trying to make me jealous?” He shouts at me, letting me go to run both his hands through his hair.

  “Are you crazy?” I yell back, what the hell is wrong with him?

  “You make me fucking crazy! Why did you have to wear that fucking bikini?”

  Gasping, I cry out, “What the hell is wrong with my bikini?” I’m offended.

  “Why?” he asks once again, he’s frustrated as his hands go through his hair again.

  Pushing away from him, I have to get some air, I have to breathe. “Why are you such a jerk? Why are you doing this to me? I can’t decide whether to kiss you or punch you. Stop messing with my head!” My hands are shaking. Why does he get to me so much?

  “You, every day for the past four weeks I’ve kept my distance, I’ve been patient. Learning that you were going on a date with someone else pissed me off and I knew I had to act now, or I would miss my chance"”

  Yeah and as soon as you got me, you ignored me like nothing even happened. I don’t dare voice that out loud.

  “You’re a pig.” I snap instead.

  He shrugs at me, that fucking smirk on his face. “Never said I wasn’t. Now why the hell did you wear that piece of cloth?”

  I roll my eyes, he’s insufferable, “It’s a bikini, not a piece of cloth. Again, what the hell is your problem?”

  “You’re mine, Wendy, and every man down at the pool was staring at you.”

  “What? How the hell am I yours?”

  He stalks towards me, “Was I inside of you last night?” He growls, still walking towards me.

  My cheeks flame and I bite my lip as he inches closer to me, “Was it me who you were on your knees for last night?”

  “Jameson!”

  His hand slices through the air, “No, don’t Jameson me. I tasted you last night; I had my cock inside of you. You are mine now, Wendy, make no mistake.”

  “I’m not yours, once you were finished with me yesterday you didn’t talk to me unless it was to do with work. So no, I’m not yours.” I decide to inform him. I don’t care how it makes me sound.

  “That is where you’re wrong.”

  I sigh, “What do you want from me Jameson?”

  “You,” he says simply, his lips inches from mine. “I want you every day for the rest of my life.”

  I shake my head, “You don’t do relationships.” I remind him.

  “I didn’t, that’s because I hadn’t found the right woman.” He growls. “Until you walked into my life smelling like fucking strawberries with legs that go on for miles. So yeah, I didn’t do relationships until you.”

  My eyes widen at his admission, “You never said anything.”

  Chuckling, he reaches for my face and I lean into his touch, “No I never did. But I am now. So, not only do I want you in my bed, I need you as my assistant. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  Heat rises up my face.

  “Double entendre intended.” That smirk of his, pisses me off but also it makes me hot in all the wrong but right places. “I want nothing more than to carry you upstairs and fuck you until you’re raw.”

  I moan at his words, clenching my thighs together. I’m so turned on right now, I want him to take me right here, right now. “But, we have a meeting,” he says.

  I pout, “Jameson, you’re an asshole. I’m going to have to get changed now.” I give him a death stare before turning away and walking up the stairs.

  “Why are you getting changed?” He calls out after me.

  Stopping at the top step I turn and face him, “Because you got me wet and you’re not even going to do anything about it.” His eyes instantly darken and he begins to slowly make his way up the stairs. “No,” I tell him waving my finger at him, “No, you’ve a meeting, you can fuck me later.” I tell him.

  That smirk falls back on his face, “Thanks for the permission.”

  Sticking my tongue out at him he shakes his head and turns and walks back down the stairs.

  * * *

  “Are you going to invest in Mr Hatch’s business?” I ask curiously as we’re seated in the restaurant. Glancing around, I see everyone enjoying their meals, the dim lighting makes it such a romantic setting.

  He smirks, “I’m seriously considering it. He’s got a great premise, although he doesn’t have everything ironed out as of yet.”

  “But surely that’s something you’d help with if you were to invest?”

  He nods, “Yes, it would be.” He tilts his head, studying me. “Tell me something Wendy, what do you think I should do?”

  I freeze, “Um, Jameson, I don’t know.”

  “You were in the meeting with me, what did you think of his product?”

  “I’m not a huge gamer, I may play a game if I’m bored once in a while. It seems as though Mr Hatch’s game would be addictive, something I’d want to play, until I get annoyed I can’t complete a level.”

  He chuckles, “That was my thought also.”

  “But?” There’s definitely a but in there somewhere.

  He shrugs, “But, there’s a lot of unanswered questions. I’m unsure what to do.”

  “Want my opinion?” I ask softly.

  He nods, “Always.”

  “Why don’t you have Mr Hatch come in and have a talk with your team? Let your developers look over his idea, they’ll be able to recognize if it’s feasible or not.”

  He’s silent for a moment, his brows drawn in tight, he’s considering what I’ve just said. “I’ll have to talk to my lawyer first, get contracts drawn up, but it’s a good idea.” He smiles widely, the lines in his face creasing, making his appearance softer.

  “Glad I could help.”

  He winks, his hands going into his pocket. As soon as his cell’s in his hand he begins texting away furiously.

  The waiter comes over and takes our order, Jameson barely acknowledges him, not once glancing up from his cell.

  “Thank you.” I say once he’s taken Jameson’s order. He turns to me and smiles, probably grateful that one of us has manners.

  “Are you going to be on that all night?” I ask with a sigh.

  He peers up at me. “Sorry?”

  I raise an eyebrow at him, “Jameson, you’ve been glued to your phone for the past fifteen minutes.”

  He smiles sheepishly at me, “Sorry, I was talking to Neal. He’s sorting out a contract for me.”

  “That’s great.”

  He places his phone back into his pocket. “That’s enough work for tonight.”

  I smile as he reaches across the table and squeezes my hand, “You also need to apologize to the waiter, you were extremely rude.”

  I watch as his jaw grinds, “Fine. What would you like to do after dinner?”

  I grin. “I’d love to go to a casino, play some poker and slots.”

  He nods seeming impressed. “Sounds like a plan.”

  Twelve

  Jameson

  I've learned something tonight. Wendy has been keeping something a secret. The woman's a damn card shark. She's already up six thousand do
llars and steam rolling the damn table. I'm glad that I'm just observing. I love playing No Limit Holdem' but damn, she'll have everyone's money by the end of the night. I don't think I've seen her smile as much as she's doing right now, she's in her element and enjoying it.

  "Want another drink?" I ask her as the dealer shuffles the deck.

  "No thank you, if I have a drink now, I'll end up losing all this money. I need this money, I’ll use it to pay Althea back and get my savings back up.”

  I frown, what happened to her savings? “Who’s Althea?”

  She tuts, “My best friend and roommate.” There’s a tone to her voice, she’s pissed. “How do you not know that?”

  I ignore the tone, now isn’t the time to be arguing, and damn can she argue.

  The dealer deals out the hand and Wendy waits until it’s her turn before glancing at her cards. When she does, she raises to fifty dollars, I smirk when groans go around the table. Man after man fold, until there’s only the blinds left to play. The guy who’s small blind calls and the guy who’s big blind thinks about it for a minute and calls too.

  The cards come out king of diamonds, ten of diamonds, and a king of clubs.

  The guy who was small blind checks, while the big blind bets, he bets one hundred and fifty dollars, it’s enough to get rid of the small blind but not enough to make Wendy fold. “Call,” she says throwing in her chips, she’s cool and calm. Whereas the other guy’s hand was shaking when he put the chips into the middle of the table.

  The next card is the nine of diamonds.

  The guy once again bets, this one much larger than what he had bet the last time, he bets five hundred dollars. His hands shaking even more now.

  “Call.” Her voice even, her hands steady as a rock as she throws her chips in the middle.

  The last card is the nine of spades.

  The guy bets fifteen hundred, which is just over what the pot is. Wendy’s silent for a moment. She lifts a couple of chips, “All in.”

  The guy is trembling, he has to have a good hand, if he doesn’t then he’s a damn moron. “Ca… Call,” he stammers, quickly throwing over his cards, showcasing his two kings. Giving him four of a kind.

  Wendy turns her cards over, showing the jack and queen of diamonds. She has a straight flush.

  The man groans, looking utterly shattered. The men around the table clap as Wendy starts raking in her chips. She glances at me, a sheepish smile on her face, she's just doubled her winnings in one hand. The man she just bet still has chips behind, although not very many. He'll probably go all in blind, he's that low.

  Wendy picks up her new cards that the dealer's just dealt and quickly throws them away. She stacks up her chips and sits back and watches the hand play out. I was right, the guy she just beat has gone all in, he's been called by four players. If he wins he'll have a decent amount to try and come back, if not, at least he tried.

  "Do you want to play?" she asks as the hand continues to play out.

  I chuckle, "No, I'm good here thanks." There's no way I'm playing against her. I'm decent but love bluffing and no doubt Wendy will have a great hand when I decide to do a bluff.

  "Okay, let me know when you want to go," she says softly.

  "Whenever you want, I'm quite content watching you give all these men a beating."

  She shakes her head, "It's not that bad is it?"

  I kiss her head, "No, you're doing great. How much more do you need to win?" I'm curious as to how much debt she's in.

  "None." She grins. "Right now I have more money than I could have ever dreamed. I'll play until the dealer passes me and then we can go." She glances around the table before leaning into me, "Or if I lose a hand, I don't want to go on tilt."

  This girl is a pro at playing poker. I'm surprised she's never been to Vegas before, especially when she's so good at playing. If she came here often, she'd make a killing. She's bossing this table around like a pro. There's three older men sitting around the table and every time Wendy raises, they tend to fold unless they have a decent hand. They give her respect whereas the younger guys don't. They view her as a good player and want to beat her so they'll call with absolute crap to try and beat her.

  The guy loses and says his goodbyes, he walks over to where Wendy is sitting and shakes her hand. "Well done. You had a great hand. I hope you take the lot of them for all their money." He grins, "I hope I'll see you again, I'd love a rematch."

  Wendy blushes, "Um, thanks and hopefully. I'm sorry."

  The guy shakes his head, "Don't apologize, you had the best hand and there was nothing I could have done. The better player won." He winks at her before leaving the table, grabbing a beer on his way.

  She's sitting there in shock, "He was really nice."

  I snort, "Wendy, he got beat, he wants to see you again." I tell her and she slaps my arm. "What was that for?"

  "You. Why do you always presume that men want me? You did it this morning too."

  I bend down so that I'm next to her ear. "Wendy, until this morning I never realized I had a jealous streak. But walking down to the pool and watching those men staring at your body, I wanted to beat the crap out of them all. Either that or bend you over the sun lounger and fuck you raw right in front of them. Showing them you're mine."

  She gasps as she squirms in her seat. "Jameson, I hate you. Why do you always do this to me?" she whispers.

  "Do what?" I question with a smirk, loving what my words do to her.

  She folds her hand, "Make me so wet, that I soak my panties." She gets to her feet and picks up her chips, the dealer changes out the smaller ones for larger ones.

  "It's time to get you back to the room."

  She glares at me, "You think?"

  I love when she's mad, she gets this sexy look, the way her eyes narrow slightly and her top lip puffs up just a little. She’s so fucking sexy and I seriously can't wait to fuck her raw.

  She cashes out her chips, she's thirteen grand richer. She smiles, "This is so good. I can pay Althea back for all the clothes she bought me."

  "Oh, I have her to thank for your new wardrobe?"

  Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, "Yes, I see you approve."

  I move closer to her, my hand snaking around her waist, "I prefer you naked but you're gorgeous any way I can get you. Having your ass in the air naked for me, is the sexiest fucking sight I've ever witnessed."

  Her lips part and her chest rises and falls rapidly. "Jameson." It's a beg, she's pleading with me to do it. Take her.

  "Where baby?" I ask my lips skimming the outer shell of her ear. "Where do you want me to fuck you?"

  She whimpers. "No teasing Jameson. I'm serious."

  "Tell me baby, where do you want me to fuck you."

  She glances around the hotel and sighs, "Can we hurry?"

  Grabbing her hand, I pull her along with me as I make my way to the elevator. "You're going to have to wait." I instruct her as we step into the open doors, although we're alone.

  She hits the button to our floor and as soon as the doors close she's on me. Her mouth crushing against mine, her fingers pulling at my hair.

  This girl is going to be the fucking death of me. Taking over the kiss, my mouth dominates hers. My tongue sweeps into her mouth and I consume her. My hands are at her ass, I squeeze her cheeks before lifting her into my arms and pushing her back against the elevator walls. Right now someone could come into this elevator, but I don't give a shit. I need her.

  We've not once broken the kiss, our mouths fused together. Her hands in my hair pulling me closer to her. My finger slowly moves under her skirt and towards her pussy, as soon as I skim her panties I can tell that she wasn't lying. She's drenched. Fuck.

  Tearing my mouth away from hers, "I'm going to eat this pussy."

  Her hands pull on my hair even harder. Damn she loves when I talk dirty to her.

  "I'm going to drink your juices until you flood my mouth."

  "Mmmmm," she whimpers. "Please, Jameson."
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  "Then I'm going to fuck you. Are you on the pill?" I want to fuck her raw, nothing between us. I want the walls of her pussy to clamp around my cock when she detonates.

  "Yes, I'm on the pill. Please, Jameson, I ache for you."

  I smirk, "Baby, I'm going to give it to you. Patience is a virtue."

  She grinds against my finger as I slide her panties to the side and slip my finger into her pussy. It's soaked.

  "Yes." She moans as I gently finger fuck her, her head thrown back against the elevator wall.

  "Look at yourself." I demand as my finger fucks her even harder.

  She turns to the mirror and watches. You can't catch sight of anything other than her movement. Her dress is hiding everything.

  She begins to move faster as she peruses herself fucking my finger. I really need to get her into our room, she's so wet that her juices are running down my finger.

  "Oh God, Jameson," she whispers. "This is so sexy." She confesses.

  "Yeah?"

  "Mmhmm."

  I smirk, "Then you're going to love what I do to you once we get back to the room."

  She groans, "This elevator better hurry up."

  "How close are you?"

  "So, so close."

  I chuckle, "Do you want the men behind the camera to watch you come?"

  She groans, she fucking does.

  "Wendy?" I demand her to answer me.

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "How? How do you want to come?" I question.

  "Your fingers, please Jameson, I'm so, so close."

  I smile as I lift her higher, positioning my hand at her pussy, I add another finger and she moans louder. "Better?"

  "Yes. God, Jameson," she moans in my ear, her lips tugging on my earlobe. "Make me come, show those men watching how I only come for you."

  I close my eyes, fuck. My cock is rock hard. She throws her head back against the wall of the elevator and I thrust my fingers in and out of her, she's climbing, her breathing is erratic.

  "Oh God, I'm coming," she shrieks as I continue to fuck her.

  "Jameson, oh, Jameson. I love you," she cries as she detonates around my hand.

  I'm speechless, she's just told me that she loves me. Fuck. That's music to my ears.