His fingers and hands felt so good on my body. I want more. I need more. But I know deep down that what I want isn't good for me. And it isn't good for Manu either. Sleeping with your employee will only lead to trouble. People will think I'm getting special treatment. Any raise I might get in the future will be attributed to sleeping with the boss and not earned.
I don't want to become the talk of the office, have dirty looks cast my way every chance the other employees get. I'd be treated like crap.
“Nothing really, he just said to be mindful of the time, and that the day starts at nine and not when I decide to show up.” My voice is casual, with a hint of pretend annoyance. I don't want her to hear something in my tone and start asking more questions.
What happened in his office can just stay between us. It's better that way. The images in my head are perfect where they are. Where I can see them. Where I can relive them. Where I can enjoy them.
A flash of him pressing me against the wall and starting to take off my clothes jumps into my head. A shiver runs through my body as I think about the power in his hands. His touch melted me from the inside out. His confidence is sexy as hell. It's a fucking turn on to have a man tell me what he wants, and that what he wants is me. And his cock, his hard cock that was pushing against his pants made my pussy clench and pulse.
My pussy starts to seep again as I picture the outline of his dick. So thick, so hard, so damn fucking desirable. I shake the image away and try to calm my body down.
Calm down. You can't think about him like that. Forget all about it. Shifting in my seat, I take a long sip of the ice water in front of me.
“Sounds like he was pissed,” Irene says as she stirs her coffee.
“He wasn't happy, that's for sure,” I lie. He didn't give a shit that I was late. I don't think he even noticed at all. “But I still have my job, so that's good.”
“I'm really happy he let you off easy. I'd hate to see him go off on you like I've seen him do in the past to others. He can be vicious.”
He wanted to give me something, that's for sure.
We finish our lunch, and I spend the rest of the day in the office, working at my desk in a haze. I can't focus on anything at all. It's like trying to work when you have a head cold, and your brain is in a fog. Only I don't have a cold, and the fog I feel is from my boss and me almost screwing in his office.
My eyes watch the arm of the clock as it ticks. A few more seconds and I'm done for the day. Five o'clock couldn't come fast enough. I have to get out of here. I need to go home, take a cold shower, and stop thinking about my boss in ways that I shouldn't.
The moment that hand lands on the number five, I pop up from my desk and grab my stuff. I'm the first one out the door and in the elevator. I don't wait for anyone else. I need to get as far away from here as I can.
I let out a sigh of relief as I take a seat on the subway and it pulls out of the station. The farther it gets from work, the more relaxed I feel. But this feeling, this feeling isn't the kind I expect. I'm relaxed, but my body feels even more excited. More turned on. More in need of Manu.
Mr. Reeves! He's Mr. Reeves! Your boss!
As I lock the door to my small loft apartment, I turn around and lean against it. My head falls back, and my eyes shut. Pictures of Manu running his fingertips over my belly pop into my mind. I can still feel the weight of his body looming over me, and the warmth of his breath on my skin.
I reach up and touch my throat, softly caressing it, pretending it's him. My fingertips keep moving, slow and methodically down my chest and over my belly. I cup my mound and squeeze my pussy.
Instantly, my eyes pop open and I yank my hand away. “Nope, don't think about him like this. He's your boss, Ronda, you need to remember that,” I say out loud to myself.
It's like I have to hear my own voice out loud to remind myself and make it clear. Manu is my boss. That's it. There's no other reason needed to forget about this and make it a distant memory.