The Boss
FemdomFanboy85
It's a terrible, terrible idea, he told himself. Don't be an idiot. You could get in so much trouble. You could lose your job. You could even get slapped with a harassment suit. Get a hold of yourself. Don't be that guy.
He already knew something was coming, and he already knew he was at risk of being fired. He thought about playing it off as a joke. He thought about staying silent and keeping his head down. He was desperate to make it right, but it seemed there was no way out. Most of all, he didn't want to lie to her.
As he started walking to her office, remembering it was like reliving a nightmare. Why hadn't he double checked before he sent it? Why had he even thought to do such an unprofessional thing in the first place? He had texted little comments to a friend of his before. They were largely innocent, he figured, but this time it was not.
And when he got a response, he could only stare in horror at it. "I assume this was meant for someone else, Ty. But I'm going to have to ask you to come to my office at 7 tomorrow." Sender: Jane. Your boss, dumbass.
By this time in the evening, the building had mostly cleared out so that walking to her office past aisles of empty cubicles felt ominous and strange. He imagined this was to prevent him from causing a scene. Though the security guard was still around, and maybe one or two of their coworkers. This wasn't certain, of course, because a lot of people in the office usually bailed right as soon as the clock hit 5. For all he knew, it could be just the two of them.
Jane's office sat at the end of a little hallway off the main area of the building. She always kept her door open during work hours, but tonight it was closed. Papers from ass-kissing coworkers and her kids decorated the small window in the door and obstructed his view of the inside. Yes, kids. She was happily married with children. A single woman might have forgiven his indiscretion, he thought, but a married woman? Not a chance.
He paused a few feet from the door to collect his wits, wondering what she could be doing behind the door. Had she been talking to her own boss? Someone in HR? He felt angry, but knew there was no denying who was really at fault. Time to do the best apologizing he had ever done in his life. He knocked on the door.
"Come in," she said calmly.
You knew this day was coming, he said to himself in resignation. From the moment you laid eyes on her, you were doomed. You had to make yourself behave during the interview. Don't stare, mind what you say, and don't lose your focus and make it obvious. You've known her for years now, but it's always been kept professional. Even when she would look you dead on in the eyes and you could feel your heart skip a beat. When she wears sleeveless outfits, showing off her strong arms and the tattoos running down her shoulders, and you force yourself not to admire them. That time in the parking lot when you all went to lunch and you caught sight of a wonderful pair of legs riding up to a short skirt in front of you, only to go blank when she turned around and you found yourself confronted by your boss.
Ty sighed a defeated sigh as he saw her on entering the room. Bare shoulders. Her arms were crossed. The stern expression on her face made him swallow involuntarily. She motioned for him to shut the door. This was it.
"Sit down," she directed him. Without thinking, he took the seat across from her and folded his hands nervously in his lap.
Her office was about the size of a small bedroom. She kept the lighting low, the desk perfectly centered against the back wall, and had very little hanging up or out on display aside from the gifts, signed cards, and similar things given by all her employees and her kids. She was a fun and easygoing boss most of the time, and had a bit of an issue with disorganization, but he knew she was also no-nonsense. Business first.
"I don't want to drag this out more than it needs to be," she stated emotionlessly. "You know why you're here."
"Look, I'm sorry, I--" Ty started before he was interrupted.
"Don't you dare say a word."
Jane had uncrossed her arms and put them on her legs. Her jaw had tightened. She saw the immediate reaction this produced in Ty. He sat back straight, eyes widened, and mouth left hanging slightly open. She could tell that he understood her. Now that the silence was allowed to linger for a moment and she knew she had his attention, she continued.
"I have every right to fire you over this. This is exactly the kind of behavior that leads to people being terminated. Sometimes even sued. Do you understand that?"
He nodded quietly.
"I really hope you do," she went on. "If you meant to send this to one of your coworkers--"
"I didn't. I was--"
She leaned forward and raised her voice. "I'm not done."
Again, Ty sat back straight. He closed his mouth and kept it shut.
"If this got out to the rest of the office, you would have been fired on the spot. Truth be told, I'm still not sure I shouldn't just fire you anyway."
He could hardly believe his ears. Was there... light... at the end of the tunnel?
Suddenly, she sat back in her chair and ran her hands through her short, dark hair in frustration. "I mean, what the fuck were you thinking, Ty?"
Jane watched him attentively. She noticed he waited for her permission, so she gestured to him to show he could speak.
"I..." he began. His voice was shaking and his face felt warm. He was almost sure that he was blushing in shame and she could see it. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't.... I wasn't..."
For a split second, while he was making eye contact with her, he realized how carefully he was being watched. She was studying his every movement. Instantly, he felt self-conscious and unsafe. He heard that voice inside warning again that this is a terrible idea. Don't be an idiot. Then he broke under pressure.
"I am so, just, so really, uhh, really attracted to you," he stammered out. "You make it hard for me to concentrate on work when you're around. I mean, I do my best. I always do. But I lose my train of thought... and I wasn't thinking when I sent that text. I'm absolutely sorry and I promise it will never ever happen again. Ma'am."
His terrible, rambling apology made him seem young and thoughtless. Though at 30 years old, this wasn't exactly true, she had a good ten years on him. She remembered the first time they met during his interview. He was young, but struck her as mature for his age. He seemed to be smart, methodical, and professional. But there was that one thing. She suspected ever since that he might be interested.
"You know I'm married?" Jane asked.
"I know," he answered quietly. "I don't know what I thought would happen. I didn't think."
"That's not the impression your text gave."
Ty froze. She stopped for a second, thinking about what she had said. She knew that this was dangerous territory to be on. To her mild surprise, though, something inside her didn't appear to care. She remembered her reaction when she had seen his text. Her first thought was a simple one that had haunted her for the past day. So he is interested after all.
As she had this thought, her eyes drifted down to the bag under her desk. There'll be no turning back, she reminded herself. You know that.
When she looked back up, Ty was in the middle of trying to form a coherent sentence. He started to apologize again, until the look she gave him steered him a different way. It said, unmistakably, Don't bullshit me. So he gave in.
"I can't take back what I said. But I didn't mean any disrespect. And I do promise it won't happen again."
A slight smile came across her face. She leaned back in her chair and looked at him.
"Well, what are we going to do about this?" she asked calmly.
Ty paused for a moment. "What do you suggest?"
"I have two ideas. One of them is that you walk out the door and we never speak of this again. The other idea is... not what you'd probably expect. You stay here and do some things for me. I won't blame or punish you for picking either one."
"Um," he said. "What kind of things?"
Jane leaned forward on her desk and looked deep into his brown eyes. Handsome boy. That was her nickname for him. No one knew it but her. When she saw him in that interview, in meetings, in her office, or even heard his name, that one thought came shortly after. She had wished for so long that she could get her hands on him. Her handsome boy.
"The kind of things that I'd need to trust you to keep secret," she told him softly. "Fun things. But private things."
Ty leaned forward and quieted his voice in response. "Are... are you sure?"
