Bossed: A Steamy Office Romance

by Kate Gilead

  His eyes keep lingering on my lips. His eyes…their expression is warm, sexual. If this were a different guy and a different situation, I’d think I was about to be kissed.

  My face feels warm; my nerves, skittish.

  Despite feeling so crappy, the sexual tension is thickening in here. If I wasn’t feeling so shitty, I’d be flooding my panties probably.

  Panties!

  My skirt was around my hips when I woke up! Did he…?

  “Blake, how long were you standing there before I woke up?” As soon as I ask, I know the answer.

  “Only a second,” he replies instantly. Too instantly. Yep. Even if I didn’t know it was bullshit, the glint in his eyes would’ve told me.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, staring at him in horror.

  “That’s what I said,” he says, and a delighted grin lights up his face.

  “Blake! It’s not funny! Oh, fuck! I can’t believe I passed out in here and flashed you,” I groan, putting my head in my hands. “You know what? Just go ahead and fire me, it’s the most merciful thing you could do.”

  He guffaws, and then shakes his head, trying to look serious. “Naw…Jenny, listen. I didn’t…”

  I stand up dizzily and start looking around for my shoes. “Jesus, Blake. This is…this is…” I grab the back of the couch for support.

  He stands too, and puts his hand on my arm. “Careful, you’re wobbling! Come on now, don’t be upset. Jenny, I’m sorry.”

  I wave him off and hold onto the wall for balance.

  He runs a hand through his crew-cut and looks around as if hoping to find something to save him. “I was coming out of the bathroom and…you were just waking up. You kicked the blanket off. Your skirt was…” He stops, and gives me that indescribable look again. He lifts his hands, and then lets them drop by his side. “What was I supposed to do?”

  “I… don’t know.” And I don’t know. What could either one of us do?

  Now he does look serious. “Besides, how do you think I felt?” Eyes wide, he holds his hands out, gesturing. “Here I am, stuck in my trailer with my assistant, who’s laying in my bed with her ass hanging out! It’s like a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen!”

  Chapter Four

  Blake

  Damn! Poor girl. I’m sorry that she had this migraine but this…what’s going on here today is too awesome for words. Now that I know she’s not seriously ill, I’m having a hard time keeping a straight face.

  Right now, she looks so shocked, indignant and wounded.

  And lovely. Just…lovely.

  Does she have any idea how…enticing she is?

  “So you just stand there ogling me?”

  “I wasn’t ogling you. It was…you were… just literally right there as I came out of the door.”

  Shit. Protesting too much always backfires, so I sit back down, relax, and just try to maintain a neutral expression.

  She looks away, biting her lip.

  “Well, okay,” she says, after a moment. “I suppose that’s the truth. Anyway, I’m not going to sue you for sexual harassment.” She’s still a bit huffy but goddamn, she’s adorable.

  She holds her hands together in front of her, the thumb and forefinger of one hand stroking one of the fingers of her other hand. She does that when she’s nervous and it’s the sweetest thing…like she’s unconsciously holding her own hand for comfort. Damn!

  She looks at me from under her eyelashes, fingers nervously stroking, stroking. “I’m just…horribly embarrassed. I think you can understand that.”

  “Of course,” I say. I stop, and take a deep breath. “It’s just…you never know. People are so hysterical about everything these days. Mind you, I do have witnesses who’d testify that I told you not to come here.” I’m joking but also, kind of trying to cover my ass. I doubt I need to, because Jenny doesn’t seem to be that kind of girl.

  No, she seems too decent for that. But, still.

  Having her pass out in my trailer has been weird for me. But the truth is, I like having her here. I like being around her, period.

  Too much.

  Hell, this whole job has been weird for me. Since the day she walked into the office, wearing her sensible yet sexy office attire, she’s been getting to me.

  There are so many things about her that I find attractive.

  The radiant way she smiles at me sometimes…the way she looks at me when she’s paying close attention. It’s like I can feel her attention on me. And I like it. Jesus!

  I like talking to her. Teaching her. I like the questions she asks and how hard she works.

  And I find myself doing things to make her life easier, things she doesn’t even know about. Like, keeping my suspicions about Delcroft to myself.

  She’s bringing stuff out in me that I never thought I’d feel.

  I’ve been doing my best to hide what she does to me. Might’ve been too hard on her at times, trying to keep her at arm’s length.

  It’s a lose-lose situation. But knowing that doesn’t matter. Nothing I say to myself about it makes the slightest difference.

  It’s been a kind of torture. Seeing her, smelling her fragrance, being around her––every fucking workday–– almost since I started this job.

  I mean Jesus Christ, come on.

  And now, today…seeing her so vulnerable…and seeing her ass, barely covered with those lacy little panties she’s wearing.

  What the hell am I supposed to do?

  I’m a man, not a saint for fuck sakes.

  And not being able to go after her, not being able to chase her, like a man should chase a woman, is making me fucking insane.

  It’s not because we work together. I don’t give a fuck about that.

  The problem is that I don’t know how long I’m sticking around here.

  That…and she might be too young for me.

  Might be.

  That’s what I thought at first, but as I worked with her, day in and day out, I found her to be mature beyond her years. Calm, collected, sweet, focused, reliable…with a ready laugh, even when she’s stressed.

  Yet she has also a defiant side. She has boundaries and she’s not afraid to draw them. She deflects my bullshit with remarkable ease sometimes.

  Of course…her bangin’ bod…her milky skin, her luscious mouth and that long, silky hair doesn’t hurt, either.

  Now, after nearly three months, I’m growing more attracted to her and less sure that our age difference matters. I want to find out if my instincts about her are right…whether she could be someone I could finally settle down with.

  I like how hard she tries, and how intelligent she is, and how she’s not a know-it-all. She’s not a loud, screech-y ball-buster with entitlement issues.

  Shit…earlier, when she woke up and asked God to help her…my heart nearly melted.

  I shut that down as quick as I could but…yeah. I don’t know. I already like her so much…so much more than I’m comfortable with. I have to try not to let my feelings spiral out of control.

  Even if she likes me back, would it be right to make a move on her before I know for sure how things are gonna fall out with this fucked up company? What if I don’t even want to stay in Maple Mills?

  Meanwhile, I can hardly believe we’ve gotten ourselves into this situation here today.

  But now that we have, I intend to enjoy it.

  “Well, I’d never try to cause any problems, Blake,” she’s saying. “Trust me, I have enough already.”

  “Don’t we all? Besides, it’d just end up making us both look bad. Which reminds me. Did you talk to anyone on your way in?”

  To my relief, she sits back down.

  “No, I didn’t stop. No one paid me any attention. It was quite chaotic.” She squirms, her face red in embarrassment. I’m happy to see that color though. It’s a lot better than that waxy, pale color it was when she first got here.

  Damn. She’s so sexy and sweet and irresistible. It’s been total hell workin
g with her and trying to keep…well, myself to myself. Now, today, I’ve actually had her in my arms…and she felt amazing. Just like I knew she would.

  What a stunning body she has! Curvy and soft, fantastic tits, shapely and just…devastating. Fuck, she excites me!

  I can appreciate the female form in all its varieties, but my arms ––and my dick–– like a lady with some sexy give to her.

  Some padding on all those dangerous curves.

  And her ass….so round, so high and beautiful. Fuck!

  I was mesmerized when I came out of the can and her ass was on full view! My dick solidified like it was flash-frozen. But I really was only standing there for a second before she arranged herself properly again.

  Besides, if she hadn’t woken up right then, I’d just have covered her back up with the blanket. Just like I did earlier, when she kicked it off in her sleep the first time.

  Her ass wasn’t on display then, but even if it was, it’s not like I’m some lowlife who needs to ogle a helpless woman for kicks.

  It’s not like I haven’t seen her bare legs many times, either. She wears a lot of skirts to work and her legs are scrumptious.

  First time I’ve seen her bare feet though, and they’re just as cute as the rest of her.

  However, that ass…yeah. Thank God I had that magazine to hide behind.

  When she turned around and spotted me, I knew I was caught but what could I do? What’s done is done.

  “I’m more worried about jeopardizing my employment, if you want to know the truth. I won’t lie…I hate this job sometimes. But I need it.” Her eyes are wide, her gaze direct. She does look better, but there are still dark smudges under her eyes.

  I decide to give her the day off tomorrow anyway. She needs to rest.

  But first…this is too good. I can’t resist fucking with her a bit.

  Well,” I say thoughtfully, scratching my chin. “Getting sick on the job is no big deal. And you saved the company a shitload of money. But…you went against my direct order. That’s insubordination. And, I don’t see you wearing any safety equipment on a job site, so that’s incompetence…”

  She groans. I bite the inside of my cheek to try to keep from laughing. It’s already been a long day and I have to get my jollies somehow. I’m getting ready to wind things up with a witty punch line, when, boom!

  Her face crumples, her hands rising to cover it. She lets herself fall backwards onto my mattress, all loose-limbed, like she’s giving up on life. Shit! Wha…?

  “Fuck! I can’t win no matter what I do!” Her voice cracks. Is she…? Shit, she’s crying!

  “Hey, hey…I’m just joking. Shhh…hey. Jenny…Jen? I was just teasing!” I move to sit on the bed next to her.

  I wanna take her into my arms and cradle her. But I can’t, so I move as close as I dare and pat her shoulder awkwardly.

  “Yeah? Well that’s a shitty joke, Blake!” she exclaims, showing some of that fire that I like so much.

  Then, “Oh God, I’m sorry!” She sniffles and wipes her eyes.

  And there goes my heart again.

  “Nah, it’s okay. You’re sick, stressed. It’s cool.” I feel like a real shitheel now.

  I put a box of tissues close to her and look away politely while she sits up and blows her nose.

  When I look back, her face is flushed and those luscious lips are parted slightly. I glance away again.

  I should move right the fuck off this bed. Never mind that, I should leave this trailer altogether.

  Now.

  But I don’t.

  Her mascara is a smudged in a very sexy way. Ahh, shit. My cock is liking our proximity. This girl is getting harder to resist, and I know I should not be sitting on this damn mattress with her right now.

  Definitely shouldn’t be trying to comfort her.

  But she’s embarrassed, and in pain, and…so fucking sexy. I can’t help myself.

  “I know I’ve been hard on you,” I say, letting my eyes take in her full lips and her pert nose. “And I know you’re overworked. Flora told me you worked over the weekend again. You’re doing a great job, Jenny.”

  “Mmmph,” she says, sniffling. Those jewel-like eyes look into mine and then away again.

  Sheee-it. I gotta look away myself now, and think about things like quarterbacks and shingling the roof.

  “We’ve both been working our asses off,” I say. “Just between you and me, I don’t think they appreciate it.”

  I feel like she’s exerting a magnetic pull on me. I find myself actually leaning away from her a bit, as if to try to counter-act it.

  “No, probably not,” she agrees. “No one’s offered me any overtime pay, either. Hey, can I ask, do you get paid for overtime?”

  “Nope. Salary only. They paid me a big starting bonus, and some other perks, though. This trailer is one of them.”

  Now, why the hell did I tell her that? Maybe it’s the way those big blue eyes of hers keep looking at me. A little red from her tears, but so innocent and beautiful.

  I feel bad that she’s not getting overtime pay. I know she’s on salary too but I make a mental note to see to it that she’s paid for working at home.

  “Why do you need a trailer?” she’s asking as she sits up again. I pretend not to notice that she tucks her skirt under her bottom carefully.

  I gotta bite my cheek again to try not to smile.

  “Normally, it’s just a base of operations for work. I had one in California, too. Right now, though, I live in this trailer.”

  Now, why’d I tell her that?

  Her eyes widen. “Live here? Oh! Is that why it’s so well-furnished?”

  I nod. “That’s why it’s so far away from the site, too. I don’t want people getting used to coming in and out of here.”

  “Ah. Now, it makes sense. This is why you don’t use your office in the office building?”

  “Yeah. I hate being in there. Too many suits wandering around. Too many board members.” I make a face and she smiles. I smile back, relieved.

  “Hey… I heard water running,” she says. “There must be a tank. There are no water lines out here.”

  “Yes. Good guess.” She smiles again, which makes me happy. “I can collect rainwater but the company pays for a water truck to top it up. And a filtration system. There’s a kitchenette behind that partition,” I say, pointing. “And that doorway leads to a bathroom with a proper toilet, sink and shower.

  “Wow! Awesome. So…could I use your bathroom then?”

  “Course. You still feeling faint? Need some help?”

  “No, I think I’m good now. Thanks though.”

  She gets up and walks daintily on her bare feet through the doorway to the bathroom. I watch, appreciating how cute her feet are and of course, that ass.

  Damn fine ass on that girl, and that is a fact.

  Seems like forever before she’s back. I’m amused to see that there’s a faint white streak of something on her bottom lip now.

  She’s sitting down next to me. Close, a lot closer than before. I don’t move. She takes a drink from her water bottle.

  Suddenly I smell toothpaste and I realize that’s what that white streak on her mouth must be. She must’ve used some of mine to freshen her breath!

  It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing.

  At the same time, throw her down on the bed and ravage her.

  I wanna cup her chin in my hand and suck and kiss those lips of hers until she soaks her panties and has to hold her legs closed with both hands.

  Shit, gotta push that thought away…gotta…ah, fuck. Too late. I cross my legs.

  “What about electricity? You must have solar?” She crosses her legs and regards me soberly, waiting for my reply.

  “Right again. Solar panels on the roof feed a bank of batteries. Also, there’s a backup generator that runs on gas. Except for a cellular internet connection, I’m completely off-grid here.”

  “Wow, Blake. This is quite a place! Are y
ou…but, I mean, do you live here by choice?”

  “Of course it’s by choice.” I say. “What do you think, that I can’t afford anything else?”

  “No. But it is an unusual living arrangement, Blake.” Her voice is just this side of tart.

  She has a point. Again, I find myself going right ahead and telling her the truth.

  “I suppose it is. The thing is, I have a six-month contract with Delcroft. They wanted to make it two years but I’m not sure I’m going to stick around. This company is renowned for having a chaotic and disorganized management style.”

  “Flora says the same. She says they seem to have lots of money so she’s not sure why it’s so bad sometimes.”

  “It’s not lack of money. It’s because they have too many chiefs.”

  “Too many chiefs? You mean, too many managers?”

  “Too many family members. Too much nepotism. They squabble among themselves, sabotage each other. It’s ridiculous. It causes problems that have nothing to do with daily operations, safety included, yet affect every decision that’s made all the way down the line.”

  “Really? Flora told me that the owners are not well-liked in town. Or in the industry.” she says, stretching her legs out and crossing her pretty ankles.

  I’m hyper-aware of her bare feet and those long, smooth legs…and what they lead to under that skirt.

  “Flora? No offence, but what does she know? She’s the receptionist. She hasn’t been with the company for much longer than we have. And besides that, she’s from out of town, just like me. How does she know so much about Delcroft?”

  “I don’t know, Blake. I didn’t ask her to provide any cites for office gossip, you know?”

  Touché. There’s a little of that spirit that I like so much.

  “I just assumed she has her ear to the ground or something,” she continues. “But it’s my first full-time creer-type job, so I have nothing else to compare it to.” She pauses for a sip of water. “All I know is, it’s challenging as hell. Seems like my workday is basically one problem after another.”