It was the kind of day that no one should be out in. Temperatures below freezing, icy roads, and a steady snow that made travel almost impossible. I had barely managed to make it to the store, sliding several times. I had planned on sitting in my car long enough to verify that none of my other coworkers had attempted the drive before turning around, so I could at least say I tried.
Plus, I really needed the hours if the store did open.
I mindlessly tapped on my phone while I waited, only glancing up to see who was driving by when I did hear a car. I stopped looking up after 15 minutes and was so engrossed on YouTube that I jumped when someone knocked on my window.
Bundled up from head to toe was my boss. She waved but I could only see her eyes as she had covered the rest of her body as warmly as possible. I could tell she was shivering, so I turned my car off and hustled outside.
"You told us you weren't coming in no matter what," I said as I shoved my bare hands in my pockets. We started for the storefront together.
"That was before everyone else called off," she shrugged. "I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you yet." We got to the door and she started digging in her purse for her keys but her gloves weren't helping. I pulled my keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the door. She rushed in first and I followed, making sure to lock the door behind me. The store didn't open for another hour but we both knew customers wouldn't hesitate to walk in if the door was unlocked.
I watched her walk to the back of the store through the darkened aisles. Even with her long winter coat, my eyes fell on her long legs, covered by dark leggings.
Stop it. That's your boss. She's older than you. Save it for when you're alone, idiot.
My reverie was broken by the familiar sound of the alarm being disabled. She walked back to the front of the store and I turned away towards the floor to ceiling windows of the storefront. "Did the snow get heavier?" I asked as I pulled off my beanie and coat.
She stood beside me and started pulling off layers too. Gloves, hat, coat, and scarf. We absentmindedly tossed our outerwear on the counter behind the cash registers.
"It does," she agreed. She moved some boxes from the other side of the counter to the floor and then pulled herself up to a sitting position. "Nobody is going to come out in this mess."
On cue, a figure came into view as they stepped on the sidewalk outside the door. He put his face to the glass and shielded his eyes so he could see in the still dark store. I started to walk to the door to tell him we didn't open for another hour but found my arm being pulled the other direction.
"Get down!" she whispered. She had slid off the counter, pulled me, and then almost dived behind the cash wrap. I looked back at the customer but then did as I was told, kneeling down below the counter level to join her. She was my boss after all.
"What the hell?" I laughed. My nerves were already a mess from the drive over; now my boss had me sitting behind the cash registers like we were kids. She raised up to her knees to check the door. The figure was walking back to the car, no doubt planning on waiting for the doors to be unlocked. She came back down, bumped into me, and I overdid my reaction, sprawling to the floor chin first.
"Ow." I muttered after my display of bad acting. I forgot the thin carpet of the store covered concrete and I came down harder than I planned. She had stood back up, brushing her leggings off. Even as I touched my chin, I could see her ass jiggling as she brushed off her legs. I forgot myself and she caught me red-handed, staring at her.
"Only you would bust your chin on the carpet," she said. I looked down at my finger and saw a small dot of blood. "Come on, let's get the first aid kit in the back." She started through the aisles again and I popped up and followed.
"If you hadn't suggested diving to the floor, this wouldn't have happened."
"And if you didn't think you were funny, this wouldn't have happened either," she retorted. She pushed open the door to the stockroom. She flicked the switch and the fluorescent bulbs came on for the first time in 8 hours. She took my hand and guided me to one of the small tables we ate lunch at, a folding chair on each side. "Sit."
"Okay," I grumbled. I lost my concentration again as I watched her walk over to her desk in those leggings. Shit. I have to stop. She almost caught me before. Or ignored me. She opened the first aid kit and returned with a small peroxide pad.
"I try to have a little fun," she began as she pulled a chair right in front of me. "Shake off some anxiety after sliding my way here, when you all know how much I hate driving in snow." She sat down and our legs touched. It didn't mean anything to her but I could feel my cock twitch. "And Mr. Life Of The Party here cuts his chin." She ripped open the pad and put it on my chin. "Hold this." I again did as I was told, She gave a slight smile at my obedience at least.
"Life of the party?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and stood back up and I wished I hadn't said anything. She took a short walk to the coffee pot and started filling a filter with coffee.
And I was watching her ass again. She had on the same light colored polo with the store logo on it as I did but hers somehow made her tits look perky. Mine didn't do much to hide my middle.
"Everybody wants you to come to everything. Brian's party. Leighann wanted to make sure you could go eat wings. Emily picked you up to go bowling. You can drive by the way." I smirked at this.
Emily really had insisted on picking me up. She might have insisted on having me in bed later but my boy Uri had been good enough to give me a ride home early. "It's like you have a spell on everyone."
She pointed at my chin. "That should be good now." She walked back towards her desk to get water bottles to fill the coffee pot.
And I watched her again. "Do I have a spell on you too?" I asked. It immediately sounded like it was too much. She let the question hang in the air for a few moments. She opened the first water bottle and began pouring.
"You're okay I guess," she responded. I was relieved she didn't take it the wrong way. I didn't want to be fired for verbally harassing my boss. She tossed the bottle in the trash and cracked a second. Before she poured, she set the bottle down and locked eyes with me.
"It seems like my ass has a spell on you this morning though."
Fuck! She had noticed. I was panicking, trying to find something that would justify why I "seemed" like I was looking. "I, well, you know..." She tossed the second water bottle away and walked back towards me. Despite the pit in my stomach, my cock twitched again.
She sat back down in front of me, not breaking eye contact. "I hear those girls talking about you all the time." She put her hands on my knees and smiled.
What is happening?
"You got hard on Zoey at the club one night and they kept trying to figure out how big you were. Emily has thrown herself at you since she started and you always seem to duck her. Shannon said she passed out in the same bed with you drunk but left you hanging after she made out with you in the morning."