Getting dressed this morning, I’m not really thinking about what I’m putting on. I just put it on, grab a few things for breakfast, and get into my car to drive to work. I’m on autopilot and this non-thinking status could potentially get me through the day without a hitch.
I get to work a little early, but Zane and Whit are both already in their offices. First to arrive, last to leave it would seem. No wonder Dad trusts them so much. It would be easy to not engage and that way I can avoid any uncomfortable feelings, but I already know I have to get today’s tasks from Zane, so I knock on his door.
“Come in!” he calls faintly.
I slowly turn the knob and push the door open, nervous to start the day. Zane looks up from his desk and smiles at me. It’s comforting, but my heart flutters at his warmth. My shittely constructed walls are already starting to crumble.
“Good morning, Chloe. Did you have a good night?” He asks his question like he knows I masturbated to thoughts of him and his best friend last night. I know he has no way of knowing, but I feel like he does which is making me anxious.
“Yeah. It was pretty quiet. Went home, had dinner, went to bed. There was some tv watching peppered in. Nothing spectacular.” Except the orgasm I had while thinking about you and your best friend’s hands all over my body. I roll my shoulders back and focus on the moment.
“What do you want me to do today?”
Zane motions for me to come over to his desk and I hesitantly move forward. I must be moving really slowly because he feels the need to make a comment on it.
“Come on, Chloe. I don’t bite.”
Too bad.
I walk a little faster and stand behind his chair. I can clearly see his screen, but I make sure to keep a good amount of distance between us. I’ve already admitted to myself that more physical space is unlikely to actually work… but it’ll help. Zane narrows his eyes, a smirk on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything about my playing keep away. He opens a spreadsheet.
“This is a marketing project we’re working on,” he explains. “We want to get our money flow into one document and then we’ll be able to allocate funds to expansion, ads, and maybe even some fun stuff for the staff.” He looks at me to see if I’m following along and everything is making sense so far, so I nod for him to continue. “So, what I need you to do is take the numbers in files I’m going to send you and transfer them here. The totals will all add up at the bottom and when you’re done, you can just send the file back to me, so I can check it. Make sure there aren’t any mistakes. Does that all sound doable?”
This sounds a little more exciting than filing, but most things sound more fun than filing, so the bar was already set pretty low.
“Yeah. I know how to do spreadsheets.” I sound a little defensive, but Zane once again ignores my strangeness. He opens up his email and sends me the files.
“Okay. I’ve sent you the file. You can work on this from your desk. I’ll check on you in a little over an hour?”
“Okay.”
Zane seems satisfied with our interaction and I leave his office. I open up my email and find the files. After downloading them, I start the transfer process, locating the values I need and putting them into the master spreadsheet. Like I suspected, it’s less boring than filing, but I’m still extremely bored. I let my mind wander as I go through pages and pages of numbers. I think about Zane coming out of his office, rushing towards me, telling me how much he wants me, picking me up and putting me on the desk. I didn’t wear pants like I told myself too. And it would be so sexy to have him push up my skirt and rip my panties off, throwing them on the floor all in tatters. He’d kiss his way up my legs, his tongue slipping all over my skin…
I push myself out of my fantasy and return my thoughts to the task at hand. Surprisingly, I got through a lot of the spreadsheet while wandering through sex land. I try to think about numbers and marketing, but my mind is so unstimulated that it goes right back to my sex daydream. I was at the point where Zane had pulled up my skirt and ripped of my panties and his hands are pinching me and squeezing me and getting me all excited. His hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head back. I’m about to get to the good part when I hear an office door open and I almost fall out of my seat. I forcefully refocus myself, acutely aware that I am sweating, and my panties are soaked. I cross my legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zane coming over to me. I start typing more furiously, wanting to appear like I’ve been working away and totally focusing on this marketing project.
I’m typing like a madwoman, when Zane’s face appears next to mine, looking over my shoulder. He has one hand on my left shoulder, the light pressure of his palm feeling like a ton. His eyes scan my screen, going up and down the columns and across the rows. I’ve stopped breathing, afraid I’m going to faint if this goes on for any longer.
“Are you okay, Chloe?” he asks, his voice so close to my ear. “You look ill.”
This is why I shouldn’t be working here. I just had a full-blown sex fantasy involving my boss and it was so intense it has physically manifested on my person. This isn’t what professionals do!
“I’m fine. I think I just need some water.”
I have not moved since he’s made his way over here and I relax into my chair to give the appearance of calm. I don’t know if it’s working, but I feel better that I’m at least trying.
“Okay,” he says it softly like he doesn’t believe me. Neither of us move.
I’m worried that if Zane stays in this position for too long, I’m going to jump all over his face and fuck him on this desk. His hand hasn’t moved from my shoulder and I start to tremble, no longer able to keep my desire in. I’ve managed to keep my mouth shut, but my body will always give me away. He has to feel the small tremors emanating from my center. He leans in closer, so now if I turned my face, I’d be mere inches from his. His breath skirts over my cheek. His lips brush against the curve of my ear.
“You made a mistake in column seven. The decimal is in the wrong place.” His voice is deep and low and reverberates throughout my entire body. It takes me a second to internalize what he’s said and even then, I need him to repeat it because I wasn’t really listening.
“Huh?”
He uses the hand not on my shoulder and points to the screen.
“There’s a mistake in column seven.” He turns his head, so he’s facing me, and I can see him looking into my eyes – the ones I’m trying to keep glued to the spreadsheet. “The decimal is the wrong place.”
I look at where he’s pointed and see where I went wrong. I’m surprised that’s the only mistake I made. I was barely paying attention while I was typing in numbers. That’s particularly good results for that level of effort and concentration.
“Oh,” I whisper.
I had taken my hands from the keyboard, worried that he’d see them shaking, but now I bring them back up. The tremble hasn’t subsided, and I silently tell myself to calm the fuck down and just make the change. I can easily fix the mistake and then Zane will leave me alone. I get one hand on the mouse and the other one the keyboard. I’m highlighting what I need to change and just when I think I’ve got it, my hand slips and I end up deleting half the sheet.
“Fuck!”
That comes out a lot louder than I wanted it to and I turn to Zane to gage his reaction. He chuckles quietly and takes his arms on either side of my shoulders, so he can use the mouse and keyboard. He makes like three keystrokes and restores the sheet. I know how to do that, but I’m so fucking frazzled, I’ve forgotten myself.
Zane takes his hands from the keyboard and mouse and puts them back on my shoulders.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem nervous. Are you nervous?” he asks. The undertone of his question is him asking if he’s making me nervous – which he is. I’m not sure what he’s going to do next and what freaks me out even more is that I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m nervous because I’ve never felt so out of control of my own desires before. This power he’s exuding over me is thrilling because if he asked me to do something, anything… I think I would do it.
I turn my face away from him as I try and think of an answer. The truth is out of the question. I’m obviously nervous, so I can just lie about why I’m nervous.
“Yeah. I am nervous.” I sound hella anxious. My breathing is short, and I know there’s a light sheen of sweat on my skin. I feel everything about me tightening into a ball of lust that is manifesting as stress. His hands are no longer still, lightly pressing into me with a lazy rhythm.
“Why are you nervous?”
I take a deep breath and do my best to sound convincing. I look Zane directly in the eyes, hoping this will sell the lie even more.
“I’m worried I’m going to disappoint my father. He really wants me to do well.”
Something in Zane deflates, but I’m not sure if it’s discontent. At the very least the mood in the room shifts and I’m able to stop trembling.
Zane stands up, taking his hands off of me. He keeps them by his side as he looks down at me, a sweet smile on his face. “Trust me, your father isn’t going to be disappointed in you. He always talks about how proud he is of everything you’ve done.”
“Thanks. That’s really nice of you to say.” I’m genuinely touched by what Zane says.
He gives a curt nod and goes back to his office. I face my computer, but I don’t restart on the spreadsheet. Instead, I think about what just happened. The lie probably worked because there was some truth behind it – I don’t want to disappoint my Dad, but that isn’t even close to the reason why I was so affected. I’m happy with the results – or I think I am. Because even though Zane has gone back to his office and I’m the one who got him to go back, there is a sense of loss on my end. Something inside of me liked his overwhelming presence behind me. I want to explore that feeling, but I know it’s not a good idea. It felt like every time he spoke, there was an underlying steam in his words. He wanted to get me off. I’m sure of it. But if that’s true, what the fuck do I do with that fact? Go to his office and demand he put his dick in me? It’s a catch-22 that I currently have no solution for.