Sleeping with the Boss

“I know.”

“Can I get past so I can help her?” she asked.

“You know the proper way to address me,” he said.

Amber stared past his shoulder wondering where Heather was. Could she hear the conversation she was having with her brother?

“I don’t have to do that here,” she said. Her heart was racing.

“No. Then I guess you don’t want to come past.” His arms were folded over his chest. From the way he stood and the look in his eye she knew he wouldn’t budge until she gave him what he wanted. This is how it had always been with them since the moment she turned eighteen. The incidents with Elijah had been the only thing she’d kept a secret from her best friends. They didn’t need to know about them. She didn’t want anyone to know about their situation. Running her fingers through her hair she glanced beyond his shoulder for her own peace of mind.

“May I please come past, Sir?” By that simple word alone her pu**y moistened. Elijah always had the power to make her wet by his actions.

He reached out stroking her hair. He’d asked her to keep it long, and because she wanted to please him, she had kept it long.

“I love your hair.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Heather asked. Amber pulled away glaring at him, then pushed past him. The action of him touching her hair gave her consent to pass.

“How are you doing, honey?” Ashley gave Heather a hug making sure Elijah couldn’t see her face.

“I’m going to take a bath. Are you okay with him until I’m done?”

Amber nodded then watched her friend walk up the stairs. She turned on the only man in the room. “She is to never find out about us,” she said.

“You keep secrets? I thought you guys talked about everything.”

She walked past him, grabbed her bag and went to the kitchen. He always kept his distance from her when her friends were around. That time when she was eighteen and the last few times she’d seen him, Elijah hadn’t said anything about moving closer.

Her sexual experiences were all with him.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed,” he said. His arms wrapped around her waist as he whispered against her ear. She closed her eyes pretending they were elsewhere. Her desires scared her. Elijah had been the only man who understood her.

“No, they don’t need to know. This is part of who I am, but maybe I’ll grow out of it someday.” She was twenty-five and couldn’t reach an orgasm without that edge of pain. What was wrong with her?

“I should put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s red. There is nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.” He nibbled her neck. She let him for several moments. His attention always made her feel special.

“I’ve got to help Heather. She’s been through so much.”

“I’m not leaving. I’m here to stay.”

Amber nodded her head knowing she couldn’t fight him. She didn’t want to fight him. He pulled away. She felt the loss of his touch. Heather came down the stairs wearing her favourite teddy bear pajamas. With two spoons and a huge carton of ice-cream, Amber was ready to comfort her friend.

****

Julian couldn’t leave work without making sure everything was settled. Watching Heather walk away had been one of his hardest decisions ever. He wanted to follow her. What had happened between them confused him. One moment they were arguing about her actions Friday, and then the next she was poking him. After that he only remembered the intense pleasure as he sank into her tight pu**y. His c**k twitched as he sat behind his desk.

Concentrating on work was difficult to do with his c**k getting hard at the littlest thought of a dark-haired beauty.

He couldn’t lose Heather. Not as his personal assistant and not as his woman either. When had he started to think about her as his woman?

By the time five o’clock came he was out of the door and on his way to Wade’s bar. He needed to know where she lived, and he had a feeling either the owner or her girlfriends would know. Julian knew it would be easier to check her file, but he didn’t want to draw any more attention to her. He knew how the office staff worked. Making her the talk of the cafeteria wasn’t the solution.

Julian drove to the bar and parked in the back. It was gone five, and the after work crowd were gathered ready to have a drink. Winter was almost upon them, and Julian buttoned up his jacket to guard against the chill in the air. He walked into the club. He liked the contemporary look of the place, which offered immediate ease to anyone who entered. Wade was behind the bar on the telephone as he approached. The owner gave him a smile before calling off.

“Can I help you?” Wade asked.

“You know Heather Booth and her friends?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know them well?” Julian’s questions were causing some frowning from the other man.

“What is this about?” Wade moved a box of beer from the counter to behind him.

“I need to talk to Heather. She works for me. I was wondering if you knew where she lived or knew when her friends would be in. I need to talk to them.” He waited for Wade to answer.

“Look behind you. You’ll see one of them right now.”

Julian turned. The girl with the blonde hair stood behind him.

“You want to see Heather after what you did to her?” she asked.

“I didn’t do anything. She ran out before we had chance to talk.” He stared at her remembering her from the Friday before.

“I’m Connie.” The woman brushed past him and paid Wade. The other guy handed her a white packet.

“Here you go, Connie. A proper bacon, lettuce, and tomato just the way you like it,” Wade said.

“No one makes a BLT the way you do.” Connie turned back to him. “You want to make it up with Heather?”

“I need to talk to her. I want to make it right.”

“Are you going to break her heart?” she asked.

“That is not my intention.”

That is what you do. You break women’s hearts with disappointment. Should you leave Heather alone? She can do better than you.

You want her.

Take her.

“I’ll give you her address only because I know how she feels about you.” Connie put her sandwich down, took a piece of paper, and wrote Heather’s address. “Here, go and visit her. But be warned, if you hurt her I will come and gut you. This is not a friendly warning. I took a cookery course and know how to gut fish. You’ll be one.” She grabbed her sandwich, waved at Wade and left him.