"If I have anything to do with it, you will always be safe honey. I'd shoot that asshole again if he were here right now. I don't want ever to see you hurt."
Susan pulled Marlena back up against her, wrapping her arms around her waist. Marlena did the same to Susan; then she buried her face in Susan's neck. Susan heard Marlena inhale deeply, and when she spoke again, Susan nearly fell as her words made her knees go weak.
"I love you, Susan. I know we've only known each other a short while, and been together for and even shorter period, but I can't help it. I am in love with you. I've always heard people say when you know, you know, and Susan I know that I love you.”
Marlena pulled back to look Susan in the eyes and Susan couldn’t stop her tears. “Oh Marlena, I love you too honey."
Susan pulled Marlena back to her and kissed her with all of the love in her heart. Susan knew Marlena had a point. People would probably call them crazy, declaring their love for such a short time, but Susan didn't care. She was in love with the woman in front of her, and she was not going to waste another minute worrying about other people.
"Come on honey, let's get out of here. I'm taking you home to my house, we'll take a nice hot bath, and then I'm going to make love to you until we both pass out." Marlena was beaming when she smiled at Susan.
"Then what are we waiting for, woman! Get your ass in the car." Marlena smacked Susan's ass, and they both laughed and got in the car. Susan had worked for so long to become successful, but at this moment, she knew that she didn't become successful in life until she opened up her heart and allowed herself to fall in love. She had never been happier than she was right now, and had no doubt that this was just the beginning of a long life of love and happiness thanks to the love of the woman sitting right beside her. Now, her life was truly beginning, and couldn't wait to see what was next.
The End
My New Boss
A First Time, Lesbian, Office Romance
By Elle Crosby
© Copyright 2016 by Elle Crosby (Author) and
Second Chances Press (Publisher).
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Chapter 1
Daphne was probably the most nervous she had been in her whole life. Today, as the newly appointed assistant to the founder of Briar Homes Real Estate, she was finally going to get to meet Angela Suttlemire. If ever there were a feared, revered, and well-known name in the tristate area real estate market it was this woman, and for good reason.
Daphne had heard many a story of assistants who had been let go or just outright quit after an encounter or two with Angela. Intimidating accounts of berating and endless critiquing didn’t scare Daphne, but practically enticed her. She loved a challenge, and never backed down, ever. So, after more than a little inside info of an opening (and some unabashed brown-nosing at different after-hours-get-togethers with coworkers) Daphne got her resume to land on Angela’s desk, and offered a chance to find out what all the rumors were about.
Words could not express her excitement when she answered an unfamiliar number on her cell phone the week before. She wasn’t really anticipating a call so soon, let alone from the woman, the legend herself. It took all she had not to scream and burst into a screeches as she jumped up and down in accepting the position. Even then, she’s almost certain Angela could hear her stifled optimism. Nonetheless, she promised Mrs. Suttlemire she would not regret giving her a chance, and she would be there promptly, first thing the following Monday.
She made it a point to look her best this morning, more so than she had in the two years she had worked for the agency. With her typically disheveled brown curls restrained in a hair tie, wearing her favorite canary yellow V-neck top, and a black pencil skirt hugging her slim hips she wanted to look like a young woman who not only could look the part of a self-assured employee, but one that also knew her stuff, and not just another pretentious college grad like many of her other cohorts.
Hurrying out her front door and into her dark green 2010 Altima, she hoped the rush she was feeling would carry on throughout the day to keep her on her toes for this ever demanding new boss of hers. Who knew what was going to come out of this experience. To Daphne, the possibilities were enough to get her over the first day jitters, and at Angela’s downtown office twenty minutes early.
She wasn’t accustomed to so much bounciness and bottled up glee this early in the day. As Angel eyeballed the new assistant entering her office, she realized she was ten times more exuberant than when they spoke on the phone. It was a brief but impromptu voice call interview to verify the information on Daphne’s resume, and also see if she felt up to the task of doing some odd jobs and customer communications type duties.
Of course, the young woman agreed, but the giggling and almost delightful squealing that came through the phone that evening was nothing compared to the bubbling, busty, doll faced woman in her office today.
“Oh my God, I’m so excited to be starting with you today, Mrs. Suttlemire,” she said, clutching her tote bag under one arm and half hazard juggling a to-go cup of latte in the other.
It was indistinguishable if her excitement was caffeine induced, or genuine. Angela’s face, however, was stern and less than sunshiny.
“I see you’ve had your dose of pick-me-up-in-a-cup already. Did you think to text or call me for anything I might want while you were on your way?”
Angela’s voice was dry, intentionally addressing a lack of consideration on Daphne’s part to not think of her employer’s needs. This was definitely not the way Daphne wanted to start a new position, by not doing it; whether giving detailed instructions or not this wasn’t a good first impression to make as a personal assistant.
Angela was not an unattractive woman, but with her lips pursed tight, ear-length black bob haircut, and quarter-length sleeved blouse buttoned completely up to her neck she looked more like a stern corporate-casual dominatrix than a matured business woman with superior standards and expectations.
At this first encounter Angela in all her attractiveness looked like some fabled vicious queen: unsettling beautiful, but that same beauty who enjoyed throwing suitors to lions on a whim with little remorse. Daphne stood frozen, and stammering over her words.
“I-I wasn’t thinking I started things ‘til you let me know…”. Angela abruptly snapped, her voice still just as monotone and dry, “let you know? Let you know. So, suddenly I’m assisting you, then? Are you that incapable of doing things, of thinking ahead?”
Daphne quickly picked up on the condescending sarcasm in her employer’s voice, and despite her tendency to hide her frustrations with a work superior, she furrowed her brow and spoke up confidently. “I can promise you Mrs. Suttlemire, I’m not a ditz and more than capable of doing what’s required. With that said, what’s on my itinerary for my first day so I can get started. “Sassiness…really? Alright, then. That’s a little more like it, versus all that forced sugary enthusiasm,” Angela thought to herself.
Angela held up a post-it note with a quick list of things for her new assistant to have done by end of business today. As Daphne approached her desk, she finally got a much closer view of this precocious girl. Taking note of her facial features didn’t last long; light makeup, hazel eyes, tinted lip gloss. Nothing special. Yet, a quick glance at Daphne’s bright yellow top made it clear either the air condition was up a bit too high for the office space, or that sudden mix of excitement and anger gave her whole body one hell of a good rush.
Her nipples were pointed perfectly under that yellow blouse, and right at Angela as she sat eye level of Daphne’s bosom. She suddenly realized she felt what might b
e curious arousal and slight regret at being so harsh with her new assistant. At 42 years old, and after 22 of those years being devoted to her real estate business, these mornings weren’t as chipper and bright for her as they once were. She couldn’t remember the last time she had so much enthusiasm as this young lady, nor so much bravery to take on even the harshest obstacles or people to make it through each work day. And suddenly, she wondered the last time she herself wore yellow. Bright, vibrant, free to fly yellow.
She cleared her throat. “Nice top,” she said as she moved her fixed gaze from Daphne’s breasts to her desk, pretending to jot down something on the yellow notepad beside her. “Where’d you get it?”
Apparently, Daphne had not noticed her boss’s lingering glance seconds before, and scanned her own eyes over the post-it errand list.
“I can’t remember. I’ve had it for quite a while.” As she stood there reading the scribbled instructions, Angela took it as another chance to look her new upstart assistant over.
Her eyes rolled over the curve of Daphne’s calves, languidly up her backside, all the way up to her messy ponytail and all its soft caramel colored ringlets. She didn’t just admire her new assistant for her slender physique and soft features, but with an endearing reminiscence of when she was her age. So willing and eager to do what must be done, but also brave enough to do what she wanted no matter what others had to say. She had noted a hint of that tenacious nature in their phone call a week ago, and this morning.
In Angela’s aggravation at starting another routine day, she hadn’t taken the chance to appreciate what or whom she may have standing in front of her. Not just a potentially great employee, but a sexy new friend… and more. Maybe, this was an opportunity to share with someone her most recent frustrations and plans of getting back to her hobbies, her freedoms. Herself.
Chapter 2
It was Thursday, and after four days of working with Angela, Daphne was actually getting the feeling her boss’s confidence in her had risen a little. She was now able to dish out far more extensive lists of things to do, clients to contact, even some data entry tasks. She even started getting the distinct sense that Angela was warming up to her more personally. Business is business, but sometimes it’s nice to have some camaraderie on the job.
The early morning had gone by pretty quickly, and Daphne had Angela’s routine memorized in just three short days. Twelve p.m. on the dot was lunch. Looking at her cell phone’s digital face, it was nearly eleven fifty-two. As Daphne stood up from the chaise lounge across Angela’s office, she surprised to see her employer rise as well. She paused, and looked to Angela.
“What are you doing,” as she watched her reach for her black and tan leather Michael Kors tote.
“Well,” Angela began, “I figured for a change why not eat lunch together. Plus, there’s a spot in the Stone Creek Village I’m sure you wouldn’t know how to find, but I’ve been there plenty time, and that’s what I have a craving for today.”
With that said, she tossed her tote onto her shoulder and straightened her suit jacket a bit, giving Daphne an expectant look for her to follow along. Daphne didn’t know if the statement about her not knowing the way was a friendly invitation from Angela to tagalong, or a slight insult to her navigation skills around the city.
True, a day or two back retrieving lunch for her now direct supervisor took a bit longer than expected, but she wasn’t a complete dunce when it came to traversing the busy highways and byways of the city. Her GPS just had a tendency to take her the scenic route to places, and that particular day the scenic view cost her a verbal warning about time management and reliance the moment she finally stepped in the door. That was on Monday, her first day. Since then, she made it point to learn how to program and set her GPS device. She didn’t want any more moments of losing Angela’s confidence this early in the game.
Still, today she did in fact follow Angela’s lead, and after they both stepped through the door of the executive back office, Daphne used her spare to key to lock it. The layout of the realty agency was such that Angela’s office was in the back up a short hall that opened into the foyer, were many reserved desks for licensed agents sat. Some of these hopefuls in the real estate business now gazed over at the two of them as they passed by. Angela had the confident gait of a woman who had tested the fires of competition in her career, and bested her competitors.
It went without saying that if her high cheek bones, and raven black contoured cut did not captivate you, her tall and statuesque profile certain could intimidate. Daphne could only imagine Angela had used all her charms and her avariciousness to get where she was; probably most of her life. At that moment, as they walked toward the main door of the agency, she found her face taking mental notes of how Angela gave instructions to this agent or that one on what to do in her absence ‘til 1 p.m.
Personal assistant or not, it was made clear as it had been before that just because the cat was away Angela’s mice were not allowed to play. Even if she had of decided to have lunch in her office, it was an unsaid rule you did not enter that office for anything until after one p.m., and you as the employee had a paid lunch, because “because the housing market doesn’t slow down for your appetite”.
However, in walking behind Angela, this was the first time Daphne had a sense that this wasn’t her supervisor’s special lunch hour to a special location, but their lunch hour.
Was it not typical for anyone to dine with her? The scowls and glares of some of her once coworkers seemed to answer that question. Rather than feel excited, or privileged, she felt a slight bit like a “sell out”, or worse: a trophy pet. Before she knew it, the front entrance was flying open pouring in the garish sunlight of the outside world, and she nearly bumped right into the back of Angela.
Angela must have heard Daphne’s slight gasp, because she turned, paused, looked at the young woman and raised a curious perfectly contoured brow.
“Did I miss something?” Familiar with her own crew of water cooler gossips under her employment, she made a quick glance and her eyes slowly panned about the small open foyer space. “Did we disturb everybody just now?”
The sudden raised volume in her voice also raised the hairs on back of Daphne’s neck. It was the control with which she spoke. It wasn’t a yell. It wasn’t a shrill. It was perfect projection with every bit of intention behind it to get them back to the status quo of business as usual. The half a dozen agents quickly busied themselves (or at least pretended to go back to their varied projects and tasks), and Angela’s eyes snapped back to the now wide eyed assistant standing just inches from her left shoulder.
Her frustration shown on her face as she turned back to the open door and out to the bustling sounds of midday cars and transits. Daphne stepped out, and for the first time wondered if there was more that came with this position than she had anticipated. Did her peers know something she didn’t? She began to develop butterflies in her stomach similar to those of Monday, but far more vigorous. So much so, she couldn’t tell if it was the hunger or her nerves.
What were the real reasons keeping assistants in and out of her mentor’s claws regularly? Had there been a kind of falling out more than once with agents and their overseer that Daphne was unknowingly walking right into? She got into Angela’s Audi A8, and silently prayed this lunch was not the beginning of discovering those answers.
The drive across the city was not all that eventful. A minor accident on the 410 access road, and a slight gridlock at the turn around due to a set of traffic lights not working. As equally unexciting was the conversation inside the car. Angela was quiet, and stone-faced. The idea of making small talk to diminish the most recent tension went quickly out the window the moment the automatic door locks engaged. Being in a confined space with Angela was even more unnerving than in her office.
It wasn’t until they reached their destination that it seemed like shoulders lowered and settled, tensions eased, and Angela was more than glad to spark up a bit of cha
t with the younger woman sitting across from her. Daphne noted quickly that even in this brunch style café, Le Serviette, Angela’s indelible mark had been felt from prior visits.
A middle aged man in casual but professional wait staff attire approached them soon as they had stepped in, his arms wide open. He had greeted Angela excitedly, stating how it had been too long since she’d grace their fine establishment. They exchanged cheek-to-cheek kisses, and elbow distance hugs while making the kind of schmooze pleasantries you saw amongst business acquaintances that want to feign a more personal relationship for the underprivileged onlooker. This minor exchange with their waiter led to the balcony seating area that was Angela’s “usual” arrangement.
It overlooked the busy street below, as well as the restaurant’s bistro front seating that was filled to capacity. It struck the younger of the two women that the other enjoyed such an open and airy table, when she seemed so…closed off and private. Daphne figured she would have preferred something indoors, in a private booth style seating. Then again, Daphne had been surprised many other times this week by the confident working woman who now sat comfortably across from her, with still so many more unexpected surprised to come. What else did she not really know about Angela?
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