Chapter Seven
Faye
“What do you mean I’m on the top floor? I thought I had to start at the bottom and work my way up?” I look toward Emily, who was working between two desks. Karen, one of the other women who worked with the program I came from, isn’t in.
Emily looks frazzled. She is usually calm and happy to discuss.
“Look, the boss wants what he wants. He needs an assistant, and he’s asked for you. You’ve been highly recommended with the work you’ve done here already. It won’t be hard. You’ll need to fetch him coffee, write up reports, take notes. He’ll talk you through everything you need to know. Just stop panicking and stop thinking.” Emily winks at me.
This isn’t helping to calm my already frayed nerves.
Sleep hadn’t been kind to me last night. I’d tossed and turned until all hours. Then Kerry had a bad dream again, and it fills me with so much anger it always keeps me up. I’ve not got any barriers up right now. I need to be able to control myself to deal with the boss.
The man I’d slept with.
The man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when I’ve got two minutes to myself.
Taking the paperwork that Chase Dunce needs, I’ve got no other excuses and even hinting at a sick day wouldn’t do. She’d start asking questions.
The last thing I need is for someone to think I’m sleeping with the boss.
I have slept with the boss.
This is a nightmare.
A complete and total nightmare.
Leaving Emily’s office, I head to the elevator. Remembering what happened yesterday, I immediately veer off and go to the stairs. At least twelve flights, but that’s okay. Exhaustion at the end of the shift would be a welcome reprieve.
Making my way up each step, I hold onto the railing and count as I go.
“One, two, three, four five, six, seven.”
I turn a corner, take another couple of steps, and repeat.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.”
I don’t want to think about his hands on me. The way he’d held me down as he slammed his cock so deep that it tore through my virgin body. Even with the pain, that pulse of arousal had been so strong, and I’d not wanted him to stop.
That night had been everything I wanted it to be and so much more. Feeling him in my mouth, his hands all over my body, making me ache with arousal.
Before I know it, I’m at the top floor, only I’m not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My nipples are tight, pressing against the front of my blouse.
That’s what I wore to work, a white blouse and knee-length black skirt. They were the cheapest clothes I could afford at the time. The money I had to spare was going for Kerry’s college education as well as the counseling sessions she was getting.
She doesn’t like to admit they are working, but clearly they are. Last night she actually smiled at me. It was a real smile as well, not just one to make me feel better.
I just want what’s best for her.
It’s why I sold myself for money.
When I enter the main floor, the noise is quite deafening there’s so much activity. No one pays any attention to me, but I see Chase. He’s waiting. He leans against the doorframe, hand in front of him, looking at his watch.
I’m not late.
I’m never late.
Closing the distance between us, I stop just in front of him.
“Emily wanted me to give you these.” I hold out the files, and he smiles.
“Good. I take it you’ve been given an update.”
“Yes. I’m to report to you.”
“Good.”
“Why do you want me?”
He smiles again, that smile that seems to take my breath away. I remember him doing that a lot when we were together. The smile that promised something wicked.
Six months it’s been since he’d last touched me, and I want him again.
So much time has passed.
I’ve not been with anyone else.
The money I used to pay for everything always felt dirty to me.
“Let’s start with you making me coffee. Black, no sugar, and I’ll get you set up for what you’re doing today.”
“Where’s the coffee machine?”
“In the corner. I’m sure you can find it.”
I hate this but head over to the coffee station. I see a cup that has the word BOSS printed right on it. Grabbing the cup, I stand at the coffee machine, pouring out a cup full of dark liquid. It doesn’t smell nice to begin with.
With his coffee in hand, I make my way back to his office.
“Close the door,” he says.
What should I do?
What can I do?
I mean, I’ve got to close the door, locking me inside a room with him.
Biting my lip to keep myself from ruining this opportunity, I put the coffee on the desk and stand, waiting.
“Take a seat.”
Pushing my skirt beneath me, I sit on the chair opposite him.
Keeping my legs closed, I watch him. He’s looking through the files Emily sent up. One of his hands goes to his head, and he rubs a spot. His dark hair looks a little longer than I remember.
He’s not had it cut, and it makes me want to run my fingers through the thick locks. This is bad news. Fantasizing about the boss is a huge no-no.
Sitting back, I wait to see what he wants. His office is huge. His desk is in front of a large window that spills light into the room. Some of the blinds are partially down, but for the most part, the view of the city is stunning.
On the left-hand side of his office is a sofa with a large coffee table. It looks comfortable, cozy. He clearly spends a lot of time here.
On the right-hand side, the wall is covered with books. I can’t make out any of the titles, but that’s okay.
Clasping my hands together, I return my attention to him.
He’s been watching me.
“You have a nice office,” I say. What else am I supposed to say? This is so confusing. I wish Malcolm had warned me about this. He’d assured all of us that we wouldn’t have to meet the men who paid for us.
One night.
No consequences.
Clearly, he hadn’t thought about what would happen when one of us went for a job, and why should he? My service to him, and his to me, was over.
Tucking some hair behind my ears, I wait for instructions.
“I don’t like that you cut your hair.”
I cut it so I wouldn’t be reminded of all the times he’d gripped my hair as he rode my body. Instead of saying that, I wait patiently for whatever else he’s going to say.
“You were in the process of gaining your business degree?”
“Yes.”
“Would you go back to college if you could?”
I think about Kerry and know it’s not an option for me.
“It’s not something I’m looking to continue. I need to work, and not everyone needs a degree to make a career.”
“You have no plans to start a family?”
“None.”
“Any boyfriend waiting for you at home?”
Is it relevant to know this? It seems a little personal to me.
Shaking my head, I look down at my clenched hands. This is all so embarrassing.
“No?”
“No.”
“Are you dating?” he asks.
“Why is this relevant?”
“It’s not.”
“Then why ask it?”
“Because I want to know, seeing as you walked out on me.”
Staring at him, what do I say? “Our time was up.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You were asleep.”
“So, you sneaked out of bed so you didn’t have to face me in the morning. Were you worried that I’d want to know your name?”
“It wasn’t part of the agreement,” I say. “None of it was. One night, and in the morning we could go our separate ways. That’s what I did. Why do you keep bringing this up?”
He stares at me for the longest time.
I feel torn open.
The past year has felt more like a nightmare than I want to realize. Everything had changed, and all that remains is a state of fear.
I’ve been afraid for so long. Even that night I gave myself to him, I was scared, but the moment he touched me, everything became so very clear. Since we parted, life has been going on. One day into another, waiting for something to happen.
Yesterday in the elevator, it was like I finally woke up.
“I need you to make some notes for me on a couple of phone calls I’m about to make. Be clear, as that will decide what you do next.”
For the next hour, I listen to him as he talks business. I watch as he paces the office holding a tennis ball, which he throws up in the air and catches with precision. He doesn’t miss any catches. All the time, I make notes. When he nods in my direction, I make sure to write it down so that nothing is wrong.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the conversation ceases. My next orders are to return the files back to Emily, to get him some coffee, and to hurry up.
Each of his demands always includes for me to hurry up. To not take my time. To keep moving.
The day is long and hard. By the time it nears five o’clock, I’m exhausted. I’ll need to leave soon to be ready to collect Kerry. I have to use public transportation, and it’s never reliable. Besides that, I’m hoping for any excuse to leave.
My sister, however, has a meeting with the counselor. Her session will run until eight. The doctor she spoke to was happy to accommodate her need for privacy. She doesn’t like going places during the day.
By seven o’clock, I have to leave.
No one else is on the floor, but Chase is still working.
Nerves flood me as I walked up to the door. I knocked lightly so as not to disturb him even though I want his attention.
He’s pulled the blinds closed, and his office is now in darkness apart from a singular lamp on his desk.
“Sir, I was wondering if I could leave.” I’ve been toying with what to call him all day. Sir, Mr. Dunce, asshole—the list is endless. “Sir” seems more respectful to me, or at least I thought it did.
He lifts up his head.
For several seconds he doesn’t say a word.
I watch as he stands up and walks around the front of his desk. He keeps on looking at me.
“Come here.”
It was very much the same instruction he gave me in that room.
Stepping into his office, I stand a few feet away from him.
“Closer.”
Going right up to him, I gasp as he grips the back of my neck, drawing my body close to him.
I’m flush against him, his cock pressing against my hip. He’s rock-hard, and there’s no denying what he wants. He wants me.
When he slams his lips down on mine, I moan. Gripping the lapels of his jacket, I hold on as his kiss turns hard, almost violent as he nips at my lips. That kiss has the power to destroy me.
Moisture floods my panties as my arousal grows. I want him.
I don’t want him to stop.
He keeps hold of my neck as his other hand holds the cheek of my ass. The last time we were together, he left bruises on my flesh. Each time I looked in the mirror, the marks were a sign of what we did together.
As he takes the kiss, I run my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. This shouldn’t be happening.
We’re not back in that room.
We’re alone in his office.
He breaks from the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck.
“I bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready to be fucked. Have you had any men since me?”
“No.”
“So that tight cunt is still new at taking a cock.”
I whimper. “This is wrong.”
“It’s only wrong if you don’t want it.”
“It’s against company policy.” I don’t know how I can be thinking about company policy right now, but yay to me for remembering.
He chuckled. “I’m the boss. I can write any rule I want to suit my needs. This is why I’m going to keep bringing it up. You want me, Faye. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now, I bet they’d be so beautiful if I take them in my mouth.”
Just when he leans down, my cell phone lets off an alarm to remind me I need to pick up Kerry.
I want this. That’s what makes it so bad. I want him and his mouth even if it could cost me my job.
“I’ve got to go pick up my sister.”
“Where is she this late?”
“She has an appointment.” My sister’s business is her own private affair. There’s no way I’m talking about it with him.
“Lucky for you, I’m more than happy to help. Let’s go pick her up.”
He isn’t going to take no for an answer, and with that kiss, I’d wasted time. I need a ride. I only hope Kerry won’t freak out.