Falling For My Boss

by J. S. Cooper

  “You did not.” Lacey frowned. “Eliza!”

  “What?”

  “You sound like one of those wishy-washy girls.” Lacey shook her head. “That is not how you play the player.”

  “I’m not playing him. You know my plan. Flirt casually, do the lap dance, embarrass him and peace out.”

  “But you could make this even more exciting.” She giggled. “You could really give him a taste of his own medicine. It seems to me that he thinks you’re up for the taking, anyway.”

  “He does, doesn’t he?” I said and pursed my lips. “He thinks that just because I slept with him easily once, that it’s going to happen again. He even told me to wear no panties to work tomorrow.”

  “Do it.” Lacey giggled.

  “What?”

  “Do it.” She nodded knowledgably. “The last thing he expects you to do is to wear a skirt tomorrow with no panties. He was testing you. He is playing games with you. He will be shocked if you actually take control of the situation and do what he says.”

  “What?” I stared at her. “Are you joking or being serious?”

  “I’m being totally serious.” She nodded. “He thinks he has you where he wants you right now. And he’s teasing and testing you and he knows that he is in control. You need to gain that control back. You need to make him think about what he is saying and doing. You need him to take a step back and think, ‘Shit, this girl is sexy. I want her. But I don’t know if I can have her.’”

  “But he’s already had me.”

  “Yeah, but guys are dumb. It doesn’t matter if he’s had you every night for two years, as soon as he thinks he can’t have you, he’ll suddenly want you even more.”

  “Am I your test subject for your book?” I asked her with a giggle.

  “No,” she said, but she laughed. “I’ve decided not to write a full book, maybe I’ll just release a novella first and see how that goes. If I think I’m going to become a hot romance author, then I’ll expand it.”

  “That sounds like a good idea,” I said and paused. “Will you still come here to write it?”

  “Are you still willing to buy my flight?” she asked softly and I nodded, beaming into the phone.

  “Done.” My voice expressed my extreme excitement. “I can’t wait. When are you going to come?”

  “Whenever you can get the flight.” She grinned back at me. “I figure it will be easier for me to let my inner slut fly and write this book if I’m away from my parents. I don’t need my dad walking into my room asking me to read a scene out loud and it’s about some guy anally penetrating some girl for the first time.”

  “Lacey,” I groaned. “You’re going to write anal in a romance book?”

  “I’m not talking Harlequin Presents, here, Eliza.” She giggled. “I’m talking full-on sexy, ‘let me go home to my husband and have him flip me over on the bed’, or ‘bend me over the desk’, in your case.”

  “You need a life.” I giggled. “And a husband.”

  “We both need husbands.” She giggled. “Preferably millionaires, so we don’t have to go and work our crummy jobs and can just concentrate on our crafts.”

  “Yeah, when you meet a millionaire, let me know.” I laughed. “And by the way, we’ve just missed the first twenty minutes of The Bachelor.”

  “This is better than The Bachelor,” Lacey said. “Dude, this is like ‘date my boss’ or something.”

  “Well, not for me. Scott and I are not going to be dating. He’s an asshole.”

  “Just see how it goes, Eliza. Maybe he has a good explanation.”

  “For why he told me he was going out of town, or for why he told me to wear no panties to work tomorrow?”

  “Well, we know the answer to the latter.” She giggled. “And that’s all that matters.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I sank back onto the couch and groaned. “I just feel so annoyed at myself for even being interested in him still. I don’t know why I can’t shake that excited feeling from my stomach. I know he just wants sex, but a part of me doesn’t care. A part of me wants to just give it to him and say to hell with it.”

  “I know,” Lacey said. “But don’t do it. You know you can’t do sex without a relationship. You can tease him, but don’t go too far.”

  “I know, but I’ve kinda already slept with him, Lacey. What does it matter now?” I said. “He’s already hit it.”

  “I hate that term.” Lacey frowned. “So crude.”

  “You’re the porno-writer.” I grinned. “Get used to it, baby. Hit it and quit it.”

  “Yeah, I can see the sentence in my book now. ‘Sir James Knight hit it and quit it before he anally penetrated her the next day.’”

  “Ewww,” I laughed. “Also, is that technically possible? If he hit it and quit it, how can he be returning the next day for anal? Doesn’t ‘hit it and quit it’ mean he never came back for more?”

  “Ha ha, I guess you’re right.” Lacey laughed. “I guess the hitting it can be the anal.”

  “Enough with the anal, already.” I groaned. “You’ve never even had anal. Why would you want to write about it?”

  “I dunno.” She laughed and I could see her yawning as she lay back in the bed. “Seems more exciting than wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

  “Are you going to research?” I asked her lightly, watching her face go red. “Are you going to look for a man to show you all these things?”

  “Yeah, right.” Lacey rolled her eyes as she continued to blush. For all her talk, Lacey was even more innocent than me. I knew for a fact that Lacey had never had a one-night stand and I knew for a fact that Lacey wasn’t the sort to go to work with no panties. She was truly all-talk and no action. Unlike me, I could talk the talk and walk the walk.

  “I’m going to find you a good guy when you get here.”

  “You can’t even find a good guy for yourself.” She laughed and I joined her, allowing the laughter to rack my body as I sank into the couch and groaned.

  “Well, we’ll both find good guys,” I said. “There has to be someone that can appreciate both of us.”

  “Not the same guy, please,” Lacey said. “You know I love you, but I don’t want to share the same man with you.”

  “Ha ha, idiot. Of course, two separate guys. Maybe two best friends? That would be cool.”

  “Yeah, that would be really cool,” she agreed. “Work on it.” Then she yawned again. “Okay, I’m going to sleep now. Call me tomorrow and give me an update.”

  “Will do.”

  “And don’t forget.”

  “Forget what?”

  “No panties.” She giggled. “He asked for it and I’m betting he’ll be shocked when he realizes that you went through with it.”

  “Yeah, he’ll be shocked alright,” I said as I hung up the phone. I sat back on the couch and thought about what Lacey had said. She was correct in what she’d said. Scott had been teasing me when he’d said no panties. Teasing me and riling me up. I’d show him. I’d show him that I wasn’t a girl to be intimidated. I wasn’t going to wear panties and I was going to let him know in a way that would leave him speechless. That would teach him to play games with me. That would show him that I, Elizabeth Jeffries, was no ‘wishy-washy’ girl, as he’d put it.

  Chapter

  Eight

  Some women are born with sex appeal. They own their power over men and they flaunt it. There are some women that know that there is no barrier to turning a man on. You can be any size, any race, any religion; none of that matters when it comes to sex appeal. If you’re a confident woman and you know how to work what you’ve got, then you can turn on any man. Unfortunately, I’m not one of those women. I know that I’m attractive, but I also know I’m not Angelina Jolie or Halle Berry. I don’t wake up in the morning looking like a million bucks. I also don’t have men eating out of the palm of my hand and I’ve tried more than a couple of times to seduce unsuspecting men. It just hasn’t worked out well for me. Not in high school
when I went after a guy on the football team (granted, he turned out to be gay), not in college when I tried to make out with a guy (granted, we kissed and I think it could have gone further if he hadn’t suddenly recognized me as being a student in his class- hey, I see nothing wrong with professor-student relationships) and definitely not in my post-college life – jeez, I was on a dating website going out with guys like Bubba, for heaven’s sake. So it was with trepidation that I made my way into the office with my short skirt and no panties. I was quite sure that I’d lost my mind as I walked. I could feel the cool air between my legs and there was a stirring in my stomach that told me that a part of my body thought this whole idea was tantalizing. That was the part of my body that I wanted to disown for being a kinky bitch, though secretly I loved her.

  “Good morning, Elizabeth.” Scott was waiting next to my desk as I walked into the room. My eyes immediately flew to his and I smiled widely at him before I remembered that he wasn’t someone I wanted to give the time of day to anymore.

  “Oh, good morning,” I said and looked away from him. My hands flew to my skirt and I flattened it and tried to pull it down as much as I could. I looked down and saw the hem ending at the middle of my thighs and I wondered what I’d been thinking going out looking like I was on my way to the club.

  “Is this your first time working in an office?” he asked as he looked down at my long bare legs. It was then that I realized that if forgotten to put on my pantyhose. And I’d spent a good twenty minutes looking for a pair without runs as well!

  “Excuse me? Why would you ask that?” I asked him defensively. Was it that obvious I wasn’t used to a business environment?

  “Your outfit,” he said with a raised eyebrow as he looked down at my skirt. “Not that I’m complaining, but that’s not a typical outfit most assistants and secretaries would wear.”

  “I see,” I said with pursed lips. I have to admit that I wasn’t that upset at his comment, but more embarrassed. I mean, let’s be realistic, most professional office workers aren’t wearing short skirts to work.

  “Don’t tell me I’ve offended you?” he asked, his lips curled up in a cross between a grin and a snarl. He reminded me of an observant wolf waiting for his time to jump.

  “Why would I be offended?” I looked him in the eyes. “I can’t help it if I’m a sexy bitch.” I licked my lips slowly and my eyes fell to his crotch and then looked back up. I could see the shock in his eyes as I smiled coyly. I wasn’t an actress for nothing. I knew how to make men like him squirm, even if it didn’t come naturally to me. As long as I pretended it was just a role, I could do just about anything. I grinned to myself as his shocked look became confused and perplexed. He didn’t know what was going on. I’d gone from offended and slightly shy to confident and abrasive in half a second. He was probably wondering if I had some sort of split personality. I was even wondering where it had come from. Actually, that’s a lie. I knew where it came from. It came from deep inside of me. It came from the part of myself that I wish I was brave enough to let out more often. I was that girl. I didn’t take shit, but sometimes I wasn’t brave enough to speak up.

  “Yes, you are,” he said and nodded after a couple of seconds. “Sexy, I mean, not a bitch.” He fumbled his words slightly and I wanted to ask him if I’d taken him aback. Maybe he didn’t know women as well as he thought he did. Maybe his sister Liv and her best friend Alice didn’t have this side to their personalities.

  “So are we ready to work, then?” I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and shook my hair back casually. I loved being in control of the situation. I loved watching him squirm. My fingers fell to the second button on my shirt and I could see that Scott’s eyes were ready to pop out of his face.

  “Yes, let’s go into my office,” he said finally and I could see him swallowing. It made me feel with giddy with power. I was having this amazing sexual effect on him.

  “Hold on,” I said softly and reached over and brushed the front of his shirt, allowing my fingers to rub along his chest for a good few seconds. I stared up into his eyes and licked my lips as I let my hair fall forward across my face. “You had some fluff on your shirt,” I said softly as I gazed up into his mesmerizing blue eyes. I was about to move back when I felt his hands clasp behind my waist and pull me into him even closer. His hands fell down my back and smoothed down the back of my skirt, as his fingers ran across my ass. I gasped as I felt him squeezing my butt and his eyes laughed at me.

  “You had some fluff on your butt,” he said with a wink, and we stood there just staring at each other as our bodies pressed against each other lightly.

  “How could you see fluff on my butt?” I asked him softly, barely able to breathe as my breasts pressed against his chest.

  “The same way I can see that you have no panties on.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I just knew.”

  “I have panties on.” I swallowed hard as I felt something moving against my stomach. Scott was growing hard and I was no longer in control of the situation. I was still loving the situation, but I was no longer in charge. And I didn’t really care either.

  “Liar,” he said gently and I felt his lips on my cheek, pressing gently against my skin. I moaned slightly and breathed him in, melting deeper into him. He smelled sexy, and zesty and masculine and I leaned forward and breathed him in again. “Noir by Tom Ford,” he said.

  “What?” I asked, my face turning red.

  “My cologne. You like the smell, right?”

  “I, uh, I didn’t say that.”

  “You didn’t have to say it. Haven’t you realized by now, Elizabeth?”

  “Realized what?” I was feeling flustered now.

  “That I can read minds and I have eyes in the back of my head.” He finally let me go and stepped back. “Though I wouldn’t mind making sure.”

  “Making sure what?” I said. “You mean double checking what cologne you have on today?”

  “No.” He smiled, his eyes darkening. “That’s not what I want to check.”

  “What is it you want to check?”

  “If you have on any panties, of course.”

  “Pig,” I said and turned around. I thought the no-panties idea was meant to take him by surprise. I thought he would be shocked that I’d come into work commando.

  “I asked you. I didn’t think you would do it.” He came up behind me and I felt his hands sliding up over my shirt and cupping my breasts.

  “What are you doing?” I said without moving. His hands were warm as his fingers pinched my nipples and cupped my breasts firmly in his palms.

  “Seeing if you’re braless as well.”

  “I’m not braless,” I said and I could feel my nipples getting hard from his touch.

  “Pity.” He groaned, his breath warm next to my neck as he spoke.

  “Scott,” I said as his right hand slid down my shirt and his fingers slowly pushed down into my skirt. “Scott!” I said louder as his hand made its way further down.

  “Yes?” he said, as his fingers confirmed that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “You can’t do that,” I moaned, though I was anxiously awaiting his next move. Was he going to slip his fingers between my legs?

  “I already have,” he grunted, as one finger pressed against the inside of me firmly. I felt him moving it back and forth and it rubbed my wet bud slightly.

  “Scott.” I groaned and grabbed his arm and pulled his hand out of my skirt. “What are you doing?” I pulled away from him and took a deep breath. I felt hot and bothered and I knew that I was absolutely not in control of this situation at all.

  “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said with a smile as I turned to look at him.

  “What’s the deal?” I asked him suspiciously.

  “I’m going to ask you one question.” He glanced at my heaving breasts and grinned. “And it’s a question you should know the answer to.”

  “Okay…and?”

  “If you get the an
swer right, I will play by your rules the rest of the day.” His eyes pierced mine. “However, if you get the answer wrong, you will play by my rules.”

  “What are your rules?” I asked him, with narrowed eyes.

  “You’ll see if I win.”

  “Hmm.” I frowned. “I don’t know. If I should know the answer, why would you even think you have a shot?”

  “Call it intuition.” He grinned.

  “Fine,” I said, my hands on my hips. I’d win and then he would have to play by my rules. That would show him. Though, I have to admit a part of me was curious what he would do if I got the question wrong. What would he want? What would he have up his sleeve? My stomach curled just thinking about it. My legs were still tingling from his intimate touch against my body. I could feel a heat between my legs that told me that I very much wanted to know what he would want.

  “Okay, here goes.” He stepped back and grinned. “Here’s the question.”

  “Come on.” I groaned. “Stop dragging it out. And don’t make it some crazy science or math question and say I should have learned it in high school.”

  “It’s not a hard question.” He smiled. “All you have to do is tell me what I do.”

  “What?” My face froze as I stared at him. My heart started beating fast and I could feel my stomach flipping. Shit! I didn’t know what he did.

  “It’s a simple question.” He smiled. “And you do work here now, so one would assume you’d know the answer.”

  “Well, duh, of course I know. What a stupid question,” I said, glaring at him in a haughty manner. “Now give me a serious question.”

  “No, I think this is fine,” he said smugly. “What do I do for a living? I mean, it’s an easy question, Elizabeth. You’re my assistant. How could you not know?”

  “I, uh, you’re the manager.”

  “Manager of what?”

  “Manager of me, duh.” I tossed my hair. “Now I win. And my rules are that you do not touch me in the office. It’s inappropriate.”

  “Actually, no, you haven’t answered the question, so you don’t win, but before we get back to that, what do you mean I can’t touch you in the office? Can I touch you out of the office?”