by T. N. King
She pushed his paperwork to the side and sat on his desk in front of him.
“Kristina, really?” He backed his chair up to retrieve the mess she made but she cupped his face, pulling him back in her direction.
She picked up his hands and put them on her ass as she slid down onto his lap, leaning forward into his ear. “Fuck me, Jensen.” Her breath was warm on the side of his face and it stirred something inside of him.
“Sometimes you make it very hard for me.”
“That is my intention.” She reached down between his legs and grinned her cute little mischievous grin.
Jensen seemed to forget all about the papers strewn all over the floor. His eyes cascaded down her body as she leaned back and teased him the way she knew he liked to be teased. She slid down between his legs and made herself comfortable on her knees between him and his desk. She unbuckled his pants with one hand as her blood red fingernails slid down his chest and to his zipper. She unzipped it quickly and pulled his cock free.
It sprang out and she devoured it immediately. Jensen put his head back and just let the sensation overtake him. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to take over and fill her pretty little mouth.
She stood up and wiped her lips with her fingertip, straddling him and grinding her pelvis into him. She always knew how to manipulate him, how to change his mind and how to get her way.
He stood up, grabbed hold of her ass and set her down on his desk. He backed away from her and turned her around so she was bent over. His hand came down on her ass cheek three or four times until she started to giggle. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly slid his cock inside her as he slid his hand down her back. Kristina had amazing curves. She knew how to take care of herself. It was one of the things Jensen loved about her.
He hooked his fingers into her hips and gave her exactly was she was there for, starting slowly and building up speed and stamina. The little movements she made with her body aroused him again and fed his desire for her. He loved watching her reactions. She wanted to turn around and wrap her body around him like she often did when she was close, but he wouldn’t let her. He held her in place and pushed in harder causing her head to rear back and her body to stiffen up. Small yelps escape her mouth with each thrust he pushed into her. Even though she liked to wrap herself around him during her orgasms, he knew she loved to be dominated even more.
“Mr. Dean, I need to talk to you about your girlfriend.”
“Is she here?”
“No sir. She stormed out when I refused to do her laundry.”
“You know how she is.”
“Yes, I know exactly how she is. I work here…for you. I take care of your mansion and your penthouse. I take care of things for you. Not her! She seems to think she can order me around. I am your housekeeper, not her slave.”
“I know.” He took Paulina’s hands and pleaded with her. “I’m sorry, again. I will have a talk with her.”
“It does no good Mr. Dean. I am telling you, I have worked for you for ten years. The last two…” she swished her arms left and right, “no good! If things do not change I will quit!”
“I told you. I will talk to her. Don’t quit. I love you here. You take care of me.”
“You! Not her!” She threw her hands up in the air and walked out of the room.
The hot tub felt exceptionally good as Jensen soaked the rest of the afternoon away. He sipped his scotch and let the heat from the water massage his muscles.
“Jensen….”
He closed his eyes and pretended he didn’t just hear Kristina call his name.
“Jensen….”
It was no good. Her voice got louder. He downed the rest of his drink and thought about submerging himself under the water.
“There you are. Why didn’t you answer me?”
“The…bubbles…” he pointed toward the water. “Sorry. Want to join me?”
“Ugh, no. It will wrinkle my skin.”
“How did your photo shoot go?”
“They love me.” She sat down on the edge and kissed the top of his head. “What’s for dinner? I have been starving myself all week.”
“Listen. I need to talk to you.”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “Ya know, you should put highlights in your hair. It will make you look more distinguished.”
“Kristina, listen to me. You need to lay off Paulina. Be nicer to her will you?”
“Are you kidding me? You want me to hobnob with the staff?”
“I didn’t say you needed to hang out with her, but you can be civil.”
“Hey, maybe we can go get our nails done together,” she said with a fake smile on her face. “I can show her how to match color to her wardrobe and she can try to get it to match those ugly uniforms she insists on wearing.” She rolled her eyes and lost the smile. “I don’t think so. If she doesn’t like the way I treat her then maybe she needs to go…find something else to do.” She waved her fingers in the air toward the door.
“You know, Kristina? You really are a bitch. Go home.”
“I am home.” She looked insulted.
“My penthouse is not your home nor has it ever been! If you continue to act like a spoiled…little bitch…it never will be either!”
Kristina stuck her bottom lip out and put her head down. “But snookums, what about the way I take care of you?” She scooted closer to him and leaned toward his neck. Her teeth grazed his skin sending a cold chill down his back into the hot water.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“I’m trying to tell you that I’m weally weally sowwy.” She slid into the water with her clothes still on and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his neck again and pressed her body into his. She pulled her mouth up to his ear and licked it. “Let me make it up to you, baby.”
“Promise me you’ll be better to Paulina?”
She drew an X over her heart with her fingertip, nodding seductively.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips into hers until they were half naked and grinding against each other. “Let’s take this upstairs.” He picked her up out of the water and followed her inside and up the stairs leaving a trail of water behind them.
Jensen woke up from dull shouting in the distance. It interrupted his only morning he was allowed to sleep in and he wasn’t happy. “What the hell?” He sat up and looked at the bed. Kristina wasn’t next to him. The shouting sounded stronger and he jumped up out of bed. “Shit.”
He grabbed his pajama pants and threw them on as he ran for the door. He booked down the stairs, toward the shouting match. It got louder as he got closer to the kitchen.
When he skidded around the corner, he was just in time to see Kristina slap Paulina across her face. Paulina jumped back and held her face, a look of shock in her eyes.
“Did you see what she just did?”
“You deserved it!”
“Mr. Dean. I told you I was through. I will not put up with her abuse.”
“What happened?” he demanded. Paulina turned away and refused to talk. “Kristina?” His eyes burrowed into her and she knew he was serious.
“She always puts those awful herbs on my omelet. I want a simple omelet and she can’t even do that right!”
“I have always done that. You know that!” she screamed waving her hands in the air. “You never ask for a plain omelet! And besides, why do you have to hit me? Over an omelet?”
“Apologize to her.”
Kristina looked at Jensen, shocked that he would dare ask her to do such a thing. “Me?”
“Now!”
She crossed her arms and pouted, mumbling her apology in a half assed manner. “Sorry.”
“If you ever….”
“Mr. Dean. No need.”
He turned away from Kristina and looked at Paulina. “Paulina?” He knew what was coming.
“I’m done. I quit. She wins.”
“Paulina, please don’t go.”
“Bah!” She threw
her hands up and walked toward the door. “I will send for my things.”
Jensen stood there feeling defeated as the door closed on the only woman who knew him the best.
“How dare she!” Kristina scoffed.
Jensen slowly turned toward her and clenched his jaw.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I want you…out of my house.”
“But snookums,” she pouted, jutting her lower lip out. She slid her arms around his neck and purred at him.
“No.” He grabbed her arms and pushed her back away from him. “I’m done with your bitchy attitude, your self-centered needy bullshit and I want you out!”
She tried to get close to him once more but quickly stopped when she realized he meant business.
“Get out of my house and out of my life. I’m done.”
She slowly walked toward the door and kept looking back as if he would change his mind.
He picked up his phone and hits a button.
“Security. Mr. Black.”
“Retrieve all of Kristina’s things and have them delivered to her place. Make sure she is with them.”
“Yes sir. Anything else?”
“I need you to run an ad for a new housekeeper.”
Jensen ended the call and watched the door close quietly.
Chapter 1
Megan looked at her cheap wristwatch and saw it was five after nine. She put her dish towel down on the table she was cleaning and went to the front door. Like second nature, she looked out the window, turned off the sign and locked the doors.
“So, how was your first day?” Megan asked walking back to her table. She picked up the cloth and wiped down the other end as she chatted with one of the newest waitresses Robert had hired.
“It was a little nerve-wracking. I’m not used to such big crowds.”
“Things will fall into place after a few shifts.” She smiled.
Joselyn was pretty, young and innocent. Megan almost felt bad for her, working in a place like this. The restaurant itself was nice enough. It was rated four stars for elegant restaurants and when they had a full house, Megan would bring in almost five hundred in just tips alone. Good respectable customers who tipped well always made a good waitress happy. It was the owner that negated the positive.
Megan was seasoned. She had been working there for about five years and got good at avoiding him. She felt like a veteran even though she was only twenty-three. She knew she didn’t want to be a waitress all her life but college was expensive and even though she was offered, she wasn’t going to be a dancer. Her long brown hair and big dark brown eyes could have gotten her into any job if she was ready to expose herself that way. She had morals and she wanted to make a difference.
Robert Gustaf had owned Gustaf’s Bistro for over twenty years. Everyone who was anyone knew him and his customer base showed that. He was everyone’s buddy and did favors even if they didn’t ask. Years of doing this, you build up a circle of friends you can rely on no matter what you need.
This made what Robert did, all the more impossible to stop.
“I think you’ll like it here once you get established and you learn the ropes. Just one piece of advice.”
“I’ll take anything you got.”
“Steer clear of Robert.”
“The man who hired me?”
Megan nodded. “Trust me, you’ll last longer here.”
“He seemed nice enough.”
“Take it or don’t.” Megan shrugged. "I haven’t been working here for five years without learning a few things.”
Joselyn sat down and propped her head up on her hands. “Is he mean?”
“Not usually. He likes the ladies. Just keep your eye on him when he’s around, and don’t get yourself caught being alone with him.”
The girl leaned back in her chair, her eyes growing wide. “Please tell me what I got myself into.”
“Nothing if you listen to what I say. I have managed to avoid his advances and you can too.”
The front door opened and Robert walked in with a brown paper bag in his arms. He stopped at a nearby table and smiled at the two girls.
Joselyn quickly put her head down and Megan grabbed her bucket and went back to the kitchen. She dumped the water and rinsed the bucket, putting it back into the closet. As she walked back into the main dining room, Robert was sitting next to Joselyn, winding a strand of her hair around his finger. He was bent down toward her as he talked. Megan couldn’t hear what he was saying but she was sure if it continued, Joselyn wouldn’t be back.
She rushed over and heard him say “we could watch a movie, grab a beer. I can show you some pointers on how to be a good waitress.”
“Hey Joselyn. You ready?” She grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the table. “I promised to show her around town tonight. Everything is cleaned up for tomorrow. Good night, Robert,” she called out. Without waiting for his repercussion, Megan pulled Joselyn toward the door.
“Oh my…you were right.” Joselyn had that scared little girl sound in her voice. Megan unlocked her passenger car door and Joselyn climbed in.
“Just stay away from him and you should be fine,” she said shutting the door. She walked around the car and climbed in. As she pulled away from the parking lot she looked at Joselyn.
“He is usually in the restaurant in the mornings and about two or three hours after it opens. After that he is out the door.”
Joselyn nodded, listening to every word Megan said.
“If you work morning shift just keep busy and stay around customers if he is around. Otherwise, you are pretty safe.”
“So, is that what happened to the girl I replaced?”
“Actually, he fired two girls and two others quit. That bag he had in his arms was more than likely porn.”
“Porn? You mean like sexy movies?”
“He likes to go to this place called Underground Love. He loads up on triple x movies and rumor has it he even hires prostitutes out of there.”
“He doesn’t take them to the restaurant does he?” The poor girl was getting weirded out.
“Not usually, but one of the girls who used to work there said he invited her into his office one time and one of the hookers were in there, half naked and ready to go all girl on girl for him.”
“Oh….God! What did she do?”
“She tried to call the police and have him arrested.”
“Tried?”
“He told them the woman was his girlfriend and the waitress walked in on them. Case dropped.”
“Well, has he ever…you know….” Joselyn’s cheeks grew a deep shade of pink.
“Yes. He has messed around with a few of the girls who work for him. That’s why we are constantly hiring new ones.”
“Why doesn’t anyone sue him?”
“You don’t think some have tried?”
“What happens?”
“He makes up some excuse. The girls are jealous of his relationship with his girlfriends or they aren’t getting paid enough. Whatever it takes.”
“It’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not. His word is gospel around here.”
Megan pulled up to a corner and waited for the light to turn.
“I’ll get out here. I just live down the street. Thank you for the ride.”
“No problem. Remember what I said. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”
Joselyn nodded and shut the door. Megan watched her walk down the street until the car behind her let her know the light was green by laying on the horn until she moved.
Megan got back into the restaurant at two o’clock that next afternoon. She had been working the evening shift for the last two years and preferred it that way. Just as she was getting her apron on she noticed Robert’s office light on. She looked at Amy and pointed at his door.
“What gives?”
“I guess he decided to stick around today.”
“Fuck.” Megan poured a glass of ice water
and sipped it.
“Megan?” Tonya came out from the back. She was the head morning waitress and seemed to enjoy keeping Robert Gustaf company in his office. Megan and Amy gave each other the look. They both knew why she was the head morning waitress. “Robert wants to see you in his office.
Megan grimaced, walking toward the back as Amy gave her a sympathy smile.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Come in, come in. Shut the door.” He had his head down, pencil in one hand and calculator under the other. She quietly closed the door and sat in the furthest chair from his desk. The place was covered in boxes of files, stacks of paperwork and magazines. The thought of how anyone could have any sort of sexual relations in this office crossed her mind. “Since I have had to let a few of the others go, I have decided to go over everyone’s work reports.” He finally looked up and smiled. “You’re first.”
Okay, so maybe this is a legitimate meeting. She let her guard come down some as she listened to what he had to say. She wasn’t nervous about her work ethic at all. She loved her job and the customers loved her.
“You have been with us here at Gustaf Bistro for about five years now and you are a damned good waitress.”
“Yes sir.”
“I feel like, being here for that long you would have grown to a higher position by now.” He stood up and picked up the report he was reading. Walking around the desk, Megan followed him with her eyes until he got behind her. She heard the click of the lock on his door and she froze. “What do you think about a promotion?”
“I think that would be wonderful, Mr. Gustaf. I definitely think I have shown that I can handle the work load here.” She stood up to turn around, to be sure that was all he wanted. When she got to her feet, she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her back down again. He walked around her and leaned up against the desk.
“I think you and I should get to know each other a little better, work side by side with one another and then we will see how it goes.” The smirk on his face and the way his eyes cascaded up and down her body made her ill. This wasn’t just a business meeting. Megan was his next victim. “What do you think?”
