Resisting the Boss

by Humphreys, K. L.

  I hold her as she comes down from her orgasm, she's limp in my arms. "You ready for more?"

  She nods against me. "Yes, but my turn next."

  I chuckle, "You're going to get off on sucking my cock, aren't you?"

  She squirms in my arms, "Yeah." It's a soft confession. "I like the power it gives me when I make you come in my mouth."

  I place a kiss on her cheek as she lies her head against my shoulder. "How long does this elevator take?"

  I laugh, "You were extremely horny, Wendy, you came within two minutes of me touching you."

  She shrugs, "So?"

  I shake my head. "It'll be on our floor soon. Are you able to stand?"

  "Yeah," she says breathlessly.

  The elevator dings and the doors open. She holds my hands as we walk toward our room. She's not said anything about what she told me. I'm going to see if she'll say it again when we're not fucking, if not, then I'll just torture it out of her. I smile at the thought.

  This is going to be fun.

  Thirteen

  Wendy

  The smell of pizza wafts through the suite, walking downstairs I see Jameson closing the door, he must have ordered room service. My heart is racing, I’m so confused as to what’s happening between us. He’s told me that he wants me, but I don’t know how true that is and if it is, what’s going to happen? Do we go home and act as though nothing happened? These questions have been on my mind constantly since things changed between us and now Jameson’s extended our trip for another day. We were supposed to go home tonight but he’s pushed it back so that we’ll be leaving tomorrow.

  Today, Jameson played tour guide and showed me around Vegas. We went up and down the strip, he took me to Red Rock Canyon where we had lunch. Then we came back to the strip and we rode the X-Scream, the world’s third highest amusement ride. Today we weren’t boss and employee, we were a couple. I had the best time of my life with him. It’s why I’m scared about what’s going to happen once we return home. I don’t want to go back to how things were. I’m in love with him and that’s not going to change. I honestly think I’ve been in love with him for a while but these past few days have really cemented that fact.

  “Ah, there you are,” he says walking past me and taking a seat on the sofa. “Time to eat.”

  Glancing at the table, I notice that he got meat lover’s pizza. My eyes light up, how on earth did he know? “My favorite.”

  He shakes his head, like he thinks I’m crazy. “Wendy, you’ve been working for me for how long now? I know everything there is to know about you.” His voice sends shivers down my spine as it does every time he speaks.

  “You do, do you?” I ask with a raised brow coming to sit beside him.

  He reaches for a slice; that smirk ever present on his face, it’s full of cockiness and it just pisses me off. “Yes, Wendy, I do.” He takes a bite and I inwardly groan. Why is it that this man looks sexy no matter what he’s doing?

  “What’s going to happen when we get home?” There’s no sense in wasting time, may as well get all the hard questions out of the way now.

  “Nothing is going to change, when we’re at work you’ll be professional and after work, you’re in my bed.” He takes another bite of the pizza

  I roll my eyes, “I’m the only one that’s to be professional? What if I don’t want to be in your bed every night?”

  “I’m always professional.” he says cockily. “And you will be in my bed. Every. Single. Night.”

  “Jameson!” I cry out in outrage, “You can’t demand that I have sex with you every night.”

  “Who mentioned anything about sex? I said you’ll be in my bed. There’s a difference.” He’s a smart ass. “Anything else you want to know?”

  I’m silent for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. My heart swells knowing that he wants me with him every night. I do the only thing I can do, which is be honest with him. “I guess, I’m just worried that things are going to be different.”

  “They will and they won’t. I keep my professional life away from my private life, Wendy. And as you are now both, I want the divide between the two. I want to come home on a shitty day and forget about work.” His voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it before, I’m loving this side of him.

  “I get that, like once you leave the office you leave behind work.” Although, that has yet to happen, every night I’m always doing work for him. “Why now?”

  He frowns, “Why now what?”

  “Why did you choose this weekend to change things?”

  He shrugs, “I’d had enough of waiting, I told you that I’ve wanted you since you walked into my office and I wasn’t lying. You’ve been my waking thought every single day since.”

  Oh my God, his words are everything.

  “Besides, I had to make my move, you had that date this weekend.”

  Pounding begins in my ears as the blood rushes from my face, “What?” I whisper, not believing what I’m hearing.

  “Don’t look at me like that, I overheard you talking about it. Besides, I told you before that I was aware that you were going on a date.” He says through clenched teeth, “I couldn’t let you go.”

  “Jameson…” I shake my head, I have no words right now.

  “You’re mine, Wendy,” he growls.

  “You’re an asshole, Jameson! You had no right.”

  “I had every right. I wasn’t going to sit back and let the woman that I love date some other guy.” He practically yells at me.

  My heart soars, “You love me?” I whisper, I can’t stop staring at him, I’m so shocked.

  He smiles and it lights up his face, “What do you think I’m doing here?”

  “You never said anything. Hell I wasn’t even sure you liked me.” My voice is soft as I remind him, I didn’t know how he felt, he’s kept his distance.

  “Christ,” he curses. “Wendy, I wouldn’t go there with you if I wasn’t. You’re my employee, the best one I’ve had so I wouldn’t ruin that relationship if I wasn’t in love with you.”

  “I never knew.” I’m still whispering.

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” He raises his brow at me.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him, I can’t wrap my head around this.

  “Woman, shut up and tell me you love me so I can fuck you.” His deep voice sends shivers through my body.

  “You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  That smirk, is ever present, “Afraid to admit it?”

  “No, I’m not.” I tell him even though I am. I’m scared that he’s going to change his mind and then where will we be?

  He laughs, “Yeah babe, you are. I can’t promise what’s going to happen in the future but I will promise you that I’m going to love you until the day I die, besides you’ve already told me you loved me.”

  “What? When?”

  He smirks and I want to punch him. “When I finger fucked you in the elevator.”

  I endure the heat rising in my cheeks, I still can’t believe we actually did that. “I love you,” I whisper and immediately experience emotional freedom. God, it feels so good to say those words.

  He’s on top of me as soon as I finish speaking, his mouth on mine and his hands pulling the hem of my dress up. “About fucking time,” he tells me as he undoes his pants.

  His lips touch my neck, “You’re so full of yourself.” I moan as he begins to suck on my neck.

  Pulling away from me he kicks off his pants. “I’m confident, there’s a difference.” Sitting back on the sofa he reaches over to me and lifts me so that I’m positioned over his cock.

  Lowering myself on him, I whisper, “Sometimes.” I breathe as he begins to fill me. “Your confidence comes across as you being a jerk.”

  He smirks, “And?”

  I begin to move slowly, moving up and down on his cock. Lifting off him, I just keep his tip inside of me, before slowly coming down on him. I get that hurt, burning sensation again, w
here he’s stretching me. Moaning, my hands go to his hair, tugging at it, I lean in and kiss him. He’s letting me lead and I’m enjoying it. Nibbling at his lips, I want him to open, needing him to open. There’s nothing more sensual than a French kiss. Tugging a little harder on his hair, he gasps and I take advantage. My tongue sweeping into his mouth, and I begin to grind against him. My pace quickens as his hands go to my waist, his fingers biting into my skin. He takes over the kiss, fast, hot, and brutal. I try to match my movements to the pace of the kiss and I become frantic. His cock hitting me in just the right place, he’s taking me to places I had no idea even existed.

  “Wendy, harder,” he demands, panting.

  I lift off of him and slam back down, the pain of him hitting me deep inside makes me moan.

  “Again,” he demands, his fingers gripping my hips tighter.

  I do it again, and my pleasure starts to climb. Lifting off him, keeping the tip inside, I slam back down, every time I come back down on him I grind against him, my clit rubbing against him and sending my pleasure skyrocketing. I’m so close and I’m trying my hardest to get there but I keep climbing, pulling my mouth away, I inhale sharply. “Jameson,” I beg, needing him to help me get there.

  “I know what you need baby.” He tells me his lips going to my neck and he begins to suck, his fingers digging harder into my hips as he thrusts up into me.

  “God.” I moan as he continues to thrust into me as I grind down against him. My hands still in his hair and I tug harder, just as he bites my neck sending me spiraling. “Love you.” I cry out as I come, and collapse onto him completely spent.

  He pulls away from my neck and his green eyes are full of love and happiness. He takes over, his hands on my hips lifting my body and pulling me back down against him, his cock swells inside of me and I lean my head against his shoulder and whisper “Love you” in his ear.

  He pushes inside of me once more and warm cum fills me as he explodes. “Love you too,” he pants, his arms reaching around me as he holds me tightly.

  Fourteen

  Jameson

  "Jameson, I'm going for a swim," Wendy calls out.

  I turn to face her, she's in a black bikini. She’s stunning with her skin sun-kissed brown. Her smile is wide and I can’t justify saying no, she told me how much she loves swimming. I'd just be an asshole if I denied her. "Okay, I need to make a few calls. How about I get you once I'm done and we'll have breakfast?"

  She saunters toward me, her hips swaying, standing on her tiptoes she kisses my lips. My hand goes around her waist, my finger caressing her skin. "Thank you," she whispers.

  "Have fun, I shouldn't be too long but you witnessed what it's like when I talk to Clive and Neal."

  She laughs, "Okay, I'll see you around midday."

  I kiss her again. "Go, I'll be done soon I promise."

  "Take your time. Love you," she calls out, as she walks out of the suite. I'll never tire of hearing that.

  Reaching for my cell, I hit dial on Clive's number. "Mr Theroux."

  "Clive, how are you?"

  "Good thanks, sir. How's Vegas?"

  I smile. "Better than I could have ever hoped."

  He chuckles, "Finally dug your head out of your ass and claimed her, huh?"

  Does everyone fucking know?

  "I was calling about Callum. Have you spoken to him?" Whenever I talk to him he brushes it off, but there's more to this than what he's told me.

  "Yes, I was actually going to call you once you were back. Callum's having some trouble with Claudette. She's threatening to go to the press."

  Of fucking course she is.

  "What's Callum said?"

  "Nothing, he's burying his head in the sand and giving into her demands."

  "I'll talk to him, I need to find out what the hell is going on. Can you check into Lissa? I'm terminating her employment, I want to have an idea as to what to expect when she gets the news."

  He tuts, "That woman is unhinged, Jameson."

  "What?"

  He sighs, "I told your fucking employee before you hired her. That Margret woman. She was to inform you of what I had discovered."

  "Well she didn't. What the hell, Clive?"

  "Jameson, this was around the time Kola was dying."

  Shit, Kola was his daughter-in-law. She died three years ago, she developed sepsis.

  "Okay, so what am I in for?" This is just what I need.

  "Her last boyfriend was hospitalized needing seventy-two stitches. She took a baseball bat to his head. He's okay, thankfully. He didn't press charges against her and I have no idea how the hell she managed to get away with it. But I suppose when your father is rich, that's what happens." The disdain in his voice is enough to tell me I seriously fucked up hiring her.

  "Okay, what plan of action do you think we should take?"

  He chuckles, "Thanks for bringing me into this."

  "What do I pay you for?"

  He continues to laugh. "Fair point, well made. Call Neal, have him read through her contract and double check if there's a way you can fire her without her suing you."

  "There already is. Her contract ran out last month, I never renewed it."

  He lets out a low whistle, "Damn, that's unlike you."

  "Yep, let’s just say the past month my head's been elsewhere."

  The fucker laughs louder, "Of course it has. Wendy has you in knots."

  "Okay, so I can terminate her at any stage. She also signed a non-disclosure agreement."

  "Good, have HR fire her, or at least be present while firing her."

  "I'll have Meera do it, Lissa's in New York. Meera's next on my call list."

  "Good, I'm going to keep digging into Claudette, something isn't sitting right with this. I need to figure out what she's got over Callum, there has to be something."

  He's right, there has to be. Callum doesn't pander to any woman especially a lying bitch like Claudette, she's got him under her thumb and it's pissing me off. The sooner she's out of his life the better.

  "Good, charge it to my account."

  "This is on me, you and Callum are friends, when someone's blackmailing you or doing what that bit…" He sighs, "That woman is doing to him then it's free."

  "I'll be back this evening. I'll call him then. If I find out anything, I'll let you know."

  "Same as. Go enjoy Wendy." His laughter is the last thing I hear before he hangs up.

  I dial Meera's number, and she immediately answers, "Mr Theroux, is everything okay?" She's probably wondering why I'm calling her so early in the morning.

  "Meera, have Lissa meet with you today. I want you to terminate her employment with Limited Fractions." She returned home with Gerard the same day that she burned Wendy. I was unsure as to how long Wendy and I would be here in Vegas.

  "Of course, sir, what should I say is the reason?" She's being nosey, I don't like that shit.

  "Meera." My tone is full of reprimand. "Her contract expired last month. I have no intention of renewing it. In fact, I have another hostess for my jet. I'm no longer in need of her."

  "Of course, sir, I'll schedule her in for nine."

  "Thank you, please inform me when it's done."

  "Yes, sir. Have a wonderful day."

  I end the call, she's a great worker but damn she's annoying. She's always in everyone's business.

  I quickly call Neal, not wanting to take up much of his time at this early hour. "Mr Theroux, how may I assist you today?"

  "Did you have those papers drawn up?"

  "Yes, sir, they're ready for you to assess tomorrow."

  "Perfect. Meera is firing a flight attendant that's on my books, her contract ran out last month, I haven't renewed it. Will there be any blow back?"

  He chuckles, "Not one to beat around the bush. No, her contract expired, there's no come back. Your contracts state that once the contract is expired it's your discretion as to whether or not you renew them. They may continue on a rolling contract but if they do, you
are able to terminate their employment whenever you so wish."

  I breathe a sigh of relief. "Great, thanks. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

  "Yes, sir, if that employee is a hassle, please let me know and I'll see what I can do."

  I smirk. "Will do and if what Clive has said, I'm expecting the worst."

  "Oh, great."

  I laugh, "Yep. Talk to you tomorrow."

  "Of course, have a good day, sir."

  "Same to you." I end the call, glad that I've sorted that shit out. As soon as Wendy revealed that she hadn't wanted the coffee I gathered that Lissa had spilled the coffee onto her on purpose. In that moment I knew that Lissa would no longer be working for Limited Fractions There's no way I'd continue employing someone who would injure another. Especially the woman I love.

  Seeing those red welts on her leg made me want to hunt Lissa down and hurt her but that wouldn't do anyone any good. I've checked her legs every day since, thank God, the welts have gone, in fact there's no longer any marks. Her skin is unmarred but that's beside the point. Lissa could have seriously injured Wendy, that's what she set out to do.

  Snatching the suite key off the counter, I make my way out the door. I send Gerard a text asking him if he'll bring Montana with him, she's his wife’s oldest sister who is a fully trained flight attendant. If she will come with him, then I'll consider giving her full-time employment.

  * * *

  Walking down the steps toward the pool, my cell rings. Glancing down at the screen, I see Marian Lovelace’s name on the screen.

  Groaning, I answer the phone, knowing that if I don’t she’s just going to continue calling me. "Hello." My tone hard, there's no way that she could miss it.

  "Ah, Jameson. I'm sorry that I had to cancel the meeting yesterday, I'm hoping that you're still in Vegas, I'd love to reschedule." Her cheeriness grates on me.

  "I'm actually leaving today."

  She gasps, "Perfect, you've not left yet. We could have a quickie before you leave." The innuendo isn't lost on me and I cringe. "What time is your flight?"