“It’s going to be a relatively quiet day. Carla has cancelled my meetings and rerouted my calls through to Philip.”
I glanced at the kitchen clock, two o’clock in afternoon.
Pre-empting my question. “I’m not going back to the office. They can manage without me for one day. It wouldn’t be a good company if it fell apart the moment I’m not around.”
He took the dish out the microwave and setting it in front of me, he watched as I slowly started to eat. I was famished and the food tasted good.
“When you’ve finished that I’ll run a bath for you and then I’m going to make love to you.” He brushed the hair from my face.
I was sincerely touched by his suggestion and he clearly had my needs in his mind. I took his hand in mine and kissed it, keen to show my appreciation. “You really take of me, master. I’m very grateful.”
I smiled, all the stress was starting to drain away and he gazed back at me. We both understood the significance of my words: I had called him ‘master’ for the first time.
I was lying in his arms. The daylight had gone now and the cold evening setting in. Jason has wrapped himself around me like a protective cocoon. I was not sure about having sex. I did not think he could arouse me. His sexual expertise had no bounds though and he worked his magic on me. Taking his time, using his tongue, fingertips and then he easily penetrated me with a well-lubricated erection. I did not think sex could be so gentle or relaxing. Stripping away the worries of the day and blocking out the awful text message. He was definitely master of me in the bedroom, it was undeniable.
Please, please let me stay with you forever, Jason Lucas.
Later that night I heard him breathing heavily, deep in sleep.
“I love you, Jason,” I said aloud. He did not stir.
***
Jason dropped the printed sheets on the kitchen table in front of me. I looked at the title on the top sheet:
Job Description
I glanced up at Jason, dressed in sweat pants and t-shirt, he was helping himself to his morning coffee. He planned to head straight for the gym before starting work. Feeling the excitement growing in me, I leafed through the papers. It looked the perfect job for me - small company, growing rapidly and seeking my level of experience.
He could sense my elation, “I thought you would be pleased.”
Jason sat himself down next to me and scanned down one of the documents. I was reading rapidly and noticed that I was only required to work twenty-five hours a week.
“It is part-time!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong with that? It gives you plenty of time with your personal shoppers and gym visits. You’ll have to decide quickly, the interview is on Thursday.” He quickly devoured his bagel.
“Shit!” I was in a fluster, everything was happening suddenly and I was ill-prepared. “You didn’t fix this, It’s not a shoo in is it?”
Jason put his mug down and glared at me.
“Certainly not. I don’t do nepotism. If you want this job, you’re going to have to get it on your own merits and it’s your responsibility not mine. I had someone in my HR department source potential jobs for you. This looked the best of the bunch.”
“Oh. Well, thank you. I will take it seriously. It is a bit sudden that’s all.”
“Christ, you are contrary, Gemma. One minute you’re demanding I find you a job and the next you’re chickening out of it.”
He scraped back his chair, putting the mug and plate in the washing up bowl. I went across to him and caught his hand.
“I am excited, Jason, honestly. Thank you,” I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He fondled my bottom for a minute, savouring his lips on mine.
“Good. Start your research. I want you to impress them, like you impressed me,” he slapped my bottom.
“Yes, sir,” I beamed back at him.
***
Thursday evening and I was clock watching. It was already gone past seven o’clock and Jason was not back from work yet. I resisted the temptation to text him with my news. I paced up and down the hallway and the suspense was unbearable. I heard a car door slam and footsteps on the front steps. The key in door and then he was facing me, looking somewhat bemused by the welcome.