Sleeping with the Boss

“Yes.” Julian clenched his teeth together. When the four women left he felt so relieved. Krissy’s perfume was giving him a headache. Her hand stroking his thigh made him want to vomit. Heather was driving him crazy. He knew hiring her over three years ago had been a mistake. She’d not long finished college, and he’d spotted her in the enemy’s den, which happened to be a rival firm. He’d swooped in and offered her a job.

Her presence in his life had been refreshing. He also found he liked watching the sway of her h*ps along with the shape of her ass as she walked away from his desk. Her perfume always turned him on first thing in the morning when she handed him the mail. Work became a constant enjoyment. Except something had changed in the last few months. She’d become terse. Her time with him had become strained. She looked like she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Downing the dregs of his whiskey, he excused himself from the table. Krissy wanted to dance while he wanted to find out what the problem was with his personal assistant. Her long brown locks had been pulled out of the tight bun she recently favoured. Watching her and trying to conduct business had been difficult. He shook the glass at the bartender for a refill. Glancing back at the table he saw one of the men feeling Krissy up. Julian couldn’t help but chuckle. Their relationship was coming to an end. Her constant whining and demands were starting to gnaw at him

“Here you go, mate,” the bar-man said as he handed him his drink.

“Thanks.” Julian pulled a note of his wallet for him. He waited for his change. “Did you know those women who were standing by the bar?” he asked. Julian had no idea why he asked, but he wanted to find out more about the woman who’d been working for him for some time.

“In case you haven’t seen, this place is crawling with crowds of women.”

“Four women together. All of them beautiful and with fuller figures that make them stand out in a crowd. Three of them wore business suits while the other wore jeans?”

Why don’t you shut up, Julian?

“You mean Connie and her crowd?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, Connie, Ashley, Amber and Heather. They come in here most Friday nights and Sunday mornings. They like to have lunch. I know them well.”

“And you are?” Julian asked.

“I’m Wade Sear. I own this place.”

Julian reached over and shook the man’s hand. “It’s a great place you’ve got here. Any clues on what the women were talking about?” Julian waited. He needed to know what was going on with Heather.

“I don’t know, man. They were talking about work or something. Usually, we’d talk for a while, but they know on Fridays I can’t help them. It is too busy.”

“Okay. Thanks for the drink. Here, this is my card. Give me a call if you ever want to think of expansion.” He handed his card over, took his drink, then made his way over to the table. Krissy looked ready to bolt with the guy sitting to her left. By the end of the night he knew she’d be free and on her way. The piece of jewellery he’d gotten Heather to buy lay in his jacket pocket.

On Monday he hoped to have a clearer understanding of what was wrong with Heather. He didn’t like not knowing. His controlling ways made him want to be in charge of everything. He liked the fact she did as he told her without question. Running his fingers through his hair, he waited for the best time to call his driver so he could drop Krissy off at her apartment.

Heather dominated most of his thoughts. She always had since the moment he met her. Usually his tastes in women were for the thin, model type—who were more interested in spending his money than talking to him. Heather Booth was different with her lush curves. She looked sexy as hell with the knee-length skirts and crisp white blouse she wore. Her tits were large, and the bras she wore only emphasised her size. He knew if he was to get his hands on her, he would never want to let go.

That was his problem. He didn’t do commitment. Short, enjoyable flings with no emotion were what he was after. Heather looked like the type of woman who wanted forever. He couldn’t offer her what she wanted. When he’d given her the job as his personal assistant, he’d done so with the intention of seducing her, then letting her go into the big, wide world. After she worked for him for several months he knew he never wanted to let her go. She was an invaluable work colleague, hard-working, and loyal to boot. Seducing her would have been wrong. He liked her way too much.

“I want to go, baby,” Krissy said trying to reach for his crotch.

Julian said his goodbyes then called his driver to pick them up. He was prepared for the anger she’d show. He was a wealthy man. Most of his girlfriends hated being dumped, but when they began to think they had a hold over him, they were gone within a week. All except Heather. She’d been the female employee he’d had the longest.

“I can’t wait to get you home. There is so much I want to do to you.” Her words didn’t turn him on. He knew she was panicking. His wallet would be gone, and she’d be left stranded with nothing to support her.

His driver came ‘round. Julian gave the guy directions to her apartment. All he needed to do was stick it out until they pulled up outside her apartment.

When he saw they were only five minutes from her place, he took the jewellery from his pocket.

“I think it’s time to call it quits, Krissy.” He handed her the box.

“What is this?” she asked.

“You know what it is, and you’ve been preparing for it. I saw the way Bill was looking at you. I think you should go for it.”

“So, you f**k me then pass me onto your friend while you go and pursue another woman?” Her voice rose.

“You knew this is what happens. We agreed when we were ready to move on we would. I don’t do commitment, Krissy. Take what you got, and enjoy it.” The car came to a stop.

“You’re a self-centred, heartless bastard. I hate you, Julian Goff.” He noticed she kept the jewellery as she stormed out of the car.

“Are you okay, boss?” Cage said.

“Yes. Take me back to my place now.”

He sat back, relieved for her to be out of his life. Some of the women he dated were happy with his goodbye gift and a friendly kiss, but some acted like Krissy. Shrugging his shoulders he waited for his apartment where his warm bed lay. At forty years old he was growing tired of a life filled with nothing but work. He loved working, but he didn’t want to die too young without enjoying his life.