Life truly isn't fair. It tears away at you, just a little piece at a time, until finally you can no longer stand your own reflection in the mirror. The only good thing happening to me right this moment is that he's back from his lunch break.
It is entirely possible that I could stand in this spot all day, right here, in front of the copy machine, and just watch him in his office. Yes, I know perfectly well that it sounds just a bit on the crazy side, okay a lot, but if you could just see him you'd know what I mean. He is quite literally a walking, talking, sex dream on steroids.
Problem is...he's my boss.
Bosses and sex dream material is a freak of nature and should never be allowed for viewing in the general public. Most of the women who work for him are perfectly happy to be at his beck and call. I, on the other hand, am not so keen at falling to my knees for him like the God that he is. Although, I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself if he were to ask.
There are only two rules that I live my life by, one, don't fuck your boss and two, don't fuck your boss! So far I've been able to stick to them even when faced with the choice of unemployment. For the most part, it isn't hard since my bosses have been really old men in suits as wrinkled as their faces were. This boss however, is a completely different story.
He is tall, has light hair and blue eyes, built like a sleek wrestler, and has the sweetest innocence about him that makes you want to lick every inch of his marble sculpted body.
Okay, that's enough. I'm probably drooling all over my presentation by now. I should get back to work before he notices that I'm standing here staring at him again. I slowly start to make my way back to my desk when he calls out to me.
"Alexis? Can you come here please?" His voice rolls through me in waves and I have to close my eyes to keep from soaking my panties.
I catch my breath and step into his office. He asks me to close the door and my heart skips a beat, maybe two. I do as I'm told and stand in front of his desk awaiting yet another command.
He sits behind his desk in his pale blue button up shirt regarding me casually as I come in. His cool expression gives nothing away as to what he could possibly need from me. I don't mind staring at his God-like features from afar but being this close to him makes my breath catch and my stomach flip into knots.
A thought occurs to me that I'm acting like an idiot and probably look like one too. I take a seat without permission and he arches a brow at me. Turning, I glance out of his office window to see if anyone notices I'm in there. Just as I suspected, all the little hens are craning their necks to see what's going on.
"Did you need something?" I ask feigning impatience, hoping that the shakiness in my voice will go unnoticed.
"Yes actually. I need to ask you something. It's personal."
My mind leaps from one possible question to another until I finally give up. I stare into his cool blue eyes and answer him in the most unlady like way I can muster, "Uh, okay. I guess."
"I realize that this could get me fired but I just have to know if it's a possibility."
I don't respond. I just watch him as he takes a deep breath and continues.
"I want to have sex with you. Tonight, as a matter of fact. Would you be willing to give it a try?" I'm pretty sure my mouth has fallen open and my tongue is now lying on the floor. I don't know what to say, how to respond, or what the holy fuck?
The graveness of his expression at least tells me he's serious about the inquiry and not just trying to make me look like a fool, but why me? Of all the women in the office he straight up asked me, in the middle of a workday, who does that? I wonder how many other women he has approached like this and as if reading my mind he shakes his beautiful head.
He must have known exactly what I was thinking by the look on my face when he so quickly responds that he's never asked anyone that particular question before. And if it's too much trouble then he'll never bring it up again.
I nod and simply leave his office. Just like that. Like the fool that I am. I just up and left. I should've said yes right away. Oh my God, I should've said no! Could I have said no? I have no idea. I sit at my desk staring at my screen saver for at least an hour before I open an email and send him the time in which I am willing to 'be back at work for the proposal'.
*~~~~~*
"It's really very simple, Lexi," she says as she fluffs her hair in the mirror and smacks her gum. "Just fuck him and get it over with, ya know? Maybe it'll suck ass and you can get back to work without feeling guilty about it."
I roll my eyes at her and rinse my toothbrush. Misty is never the kind of friend who uses a filter when she speaks her mind. "That's a great idea. Thanks for the advice." I reply sarcastically.
"Come on! Don't be such a fuckin' chicken! The man is sex on a fuckin' stick my friend, and you're just lettin' him on." She follows me out of the bathroom and watches me pack a small handbag. "I mean, seriously what harm is there in just giving him a little BJ in the copyroom?"
"Other than I could lose my job? And him too for that matter? And we don't have a copy room." I blush at the idea of my naked ass on top of the copy machine as the light whirrs past, making hundreds of copies, while I get fucked hard by Mr. Sex-on-a-stick.
"That's never stopped you before."
"Oh my God, Misty. I've never fucked any of my bosses!" I deny.
"Oh yes you have! Remember Jeff? Or Mike? And even Sam? And what's 'is name from Kinko's?" she giggles.
"I totally quit before I fucked them."
"Uh huh, about two seconds before you fucked them." She kicks her head back and laughs with pure delight.
Misty has always lived her life by one rule alone. If it feels good, do it. She is a genius wrapped up in the world's sexiest package. She has pitch black hair that hangs just below her shoulders and her striking green eyes look like the sky just after a storm. Her sense of style is a little off but it fits her personality just fine.
She wears a men's off white silk shirt with a teal blue tie which is tucked into a pair of slacks that hugs her hips. To finish it off, she wears her signature six inch black stilettos that make her tower above most average height men. She is stunning.
"I have no idea how you can look that good all the time," I complain.
"Honey, I have to try to look this good. You simply have to get out of bed." She smiles brightly at me as she hands me two condoms from her not-so-secret stash. "Just do it once for me. The other is for you if you want it. Come on, you deserve this, I promise you."
*~~~~~*
Yes. I deserve this. I can totally justify having sex with my boss who could easily pass for a Roman in ancient Italy. At least that's what I keep telling myself as I wait by the main door to the building. My key card doesn't work after hours and he has to come let me in.
I stare at my reflection in the glass and wonder what exactly he sees in me. I am plain, almost boring really, I have blonde hair that is straight as a nail, and I'm not even that tall. I'm a little too curvy for my own taste but I can look past that for now. My blue eyes are usually what I use to get any man to notice me but I doubt that is why he asked me here tonight.
I decided to wear a slimming outfit borrowed from Misty and her massive closet. A light peach color silk shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt and a set of bright red high heels adorn my feet. I should've passed on the heels but Misty had insisted they were sexy as hell.
I can see him through the glass doors as he approaches. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top and his tie loosened just a bit. He looks tired but excited to see me. His hair is a little disheveled but totally adorable. A smile brightens his face and I can't help but smile back at him. He pushes open the door and I step inside.
"Hi," he says casually.
"Hi," I reply more nervous than I was a second ago.
I realize I'm just standing there like an idiot with this stupid smile still on my face. I shouldn't be here. I should just leave. I should run, as fast as I can back to the safety of my car. My feet refuse to move.
"I'm glad you're here," he tells me. I notice that I'm just tall enough with my heels that I can lay my head in my favorite spot. That perfect crook between his neck and shoulder. I'd like to lick that spot of his now that I think about it.
I clear my throat and nod, "me too." My stomach has now officially twisted into knots and my heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my toes.
He leads me back to his office with a gentle hand on my lower back. I have no idea what I am doing here but I can't turn back now.
"So, are we going somewhere?" I ask nervously.
