CHAPTER 4
Amelia
I check my report for what seems like the twentieth time. I can’t afford another mistake, especially with a guy who’s looking to cut costs, and head count, anyway he can.
I look at the clock in the corner of my computer screen. Five minutes until five. I can’t delay this any longer.
I feel a bead of sweat run down my spine. The sweat is cold, but my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I stand up and immediately feel dizzy. I sit back down quickly and exhale as quietly as I can. I breathe in again, and then breathe out.
I look at my hand. It’s shaking. I put it on my lap trying to stabilize it.
Four minutes until five.
I can’t be late. No way. No how.
I stand up again and straighten my outfit.
I step away from my desk, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone.
Shoot! I forgot to check my makeup. It’s too late now.
I reach his door and knock three times. Was that too soft that he can’t hear me? He’s a tough guy, he’ll probably expect —
“Come in,” comes from his office and right through the door slapping me in the face like a bowling ball. His voice is so deep and resonant. If I had to describe it in a word I’d say thick. It’s heavy in the air like humidity, and just like those hot steamy nights it smells of sex. Like a blues player screwing the bejesus out of the lead singer on a bare mattress in an apartment in New Orleans. The kind of sex that I’ve been wanting. The kind of feeling in-between my legs I’ve been needing, but have never been able to find.
I open the door and step inside. He’s standing, facing away. He’s looking out that window again, admiring his majestic view of the city of angels.
“Close the door behind you.”
I shut the door and take a step inside. He hasn’t acknowledged me, let alone turned around.
“I brought the—“
“Set them on my desk.”
I take a few steps forward, and place the manila folder down on the edge of his desk. I stop and quickly pick it back up and turn it so it’s facing towards him, and align it perfectly in the middle of his desk as if it’s the next thing he’ll read.
“You can leave it there.”
I remove my hand and step back to my original position.
I look at the window. Can he see me in the reflection? I don’t think so. He’s too close to the glass. Can he feel my presence? It’s the only possible answer. How else would he know I was nervously fumbling to find the right spot to put the folder?
The room is airtight and completely silent. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do next.
“Would you like me to leave, sir?”
“You’re not being challenged enough, Miss Perkins.”
My eyes dart around the room. I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond to that.
I feel my fists ball up as I start to get the feeling he’s changed his mind about my employment status. Is he going to fire me now? Now that he’s had time to think it over? Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe he is heartless.
“That’s a problem, Miss Perkins. I can help you with that problem…first.”
He turns to face me.
I feel my heartbeat picking up rapidly. That bead of sweat running down my back is now a marching army of little droplets, soon to become a raging river.
I feel my right arm twitch. I’ve never had anxiety before I met this man, and here I am feeling a level of tension like I’ve never felt before…for the second time.
And just when I’m at the pinnacle of scared, anxious, and confused the unthinkable happens.
I feel my panties dampen. I feel my eyes looking him up and down in that custom made suit of his. I imagine him grabbing me and forcing me against that desk of his. Lifting up my skirt. Pulling down my panties. Giving me that huge cock he was trying to hide the last time I was in his office. Showing me just how big he really is.
How I can make him feel just as powerless around me as I am around him. How he can’t control himself when he sees me.
And it’s not a fantasy. I can see it in his eyes. He looks like a hunter ready to circle his prey.
I’m getting so wet.
“I looked through your file more closely. Spoke with your supervisor.”
Oh no. She hates my guts. I can only imagine what she must have said. Funny she didn’t tell me she spoke with him.
“And then I fired her, after it quickly became apparent that she was jealous of your skill set and was taking credit for your work.”
If I wasn’t so scared I would have smiled, run to him, given him a big high five, yelled “finally,” and jumped in his arms right then.
“You’re running the division now. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are comfortable with that, Miss Perkins?”
“Yes, sir.” And I’m certainly more comfortable with that than the way he’s making me feel right now.
He takes two steps towards me before stopping. “Then what is it that is making you uncomfortable, Miss Perkins?”
He surely knows the answer.
“Nothing, sir.”
He moves closer toward me stopping just short of my face.
I can feel the heat from his skin. I can see the perfect lapels on his suit, made of that fine Italian wool.
I swear I can hear my own heart beating, but I forget about it when I take in his scent. He smells like a musky, masculine aftershave, even though he’s sporting facial hair that’s more than a five o’clock shadow. Dark, black, strong facial hair. He’s not the kind of guy whose beard wouldn’t fill it. He looks like he could have a beard in a week if he wanted.
But what he wants right now is me, and I want him.
He reaches out and takes a locket of my hair in his fingers. He brings it to his face, only moving his hand and arms, the rest of his body completely still until his nostrils flare as he inhales my hair which is now half an inch from his nose.
“Do you know how incredible you smell?”
“Um…no. I mean…no, sir.”
“Are you this respectful with everyone, Miss Perkins?”
“I try to be, sir.”
“So you call every man older than you sir?”
“No, sir.”
“Only me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you like calling me, sir. Don’t you?”
I feel like yelling like Jack Nicholson at the end of A Few Good Men. You’re god damn right I did! Or I guess it would be, you’re god damn right I do, in this case since this is all happening right now. And as much as I’d like to yell, I know it would come out more like a whimper.
“Don’t you, Miss Perkins?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why did you send me that message?”
“It was a mistake.”
“Was it?”
“It was, at first.”
“At first?”
What have I done?
“Yes, sir. It was a mistake and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I say, trying to stay on track but teetering on the edge ready for a full-on, head-on collision.
“I’ve fixed your first challenge, Miss Perkins. I’m going to continue challenging you here at the office. I’m going to demand the best out of you.”
“Yes, sir. You’ll get my best.”
His head leans in, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him. His cheek is as close as it can be to brushing up against mine, without doing so. “But I want all of you, Miss Perkins.”
I’ve never been so horny in my entire life. And then I feel it. All these years and now I feel what I’ve read about hundreds of times but never experienced. My stomach tightens and I feel my pussy clench. My thoughts start to get cloudy, just as they drift away. Finally, I’m going to climax and it’s going to happen right here in front of my new boss.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Cleaners,” the door flies open and I hear a vacuum cleaner behind me.
“Sorry!” a woman’s voice calls out.
My mind shoots back into the moment and I turn and run through the door, straight to the parking lot where I get in my car and drive home as fast as I can.