Please Note: This is purely a fantasy of mine. I have not slept with my sexy boss... Yet ;-)
Reviews appreciated.
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Ok, so here's the deal. My name is Marissa Adams, I'm 18 years old and I am a maid at a hotel/casino in Las Vegas. I'm not complaining, pay's good, my co-workers are great and I meet very interesting people and a few stars. Just last week Shaq was staying in the NBA Suite. But that's no where near the best part of my perfect job.
My boss, C.J. Well, everybody's boss you'd say. He runs the casino. I knew him before I started working here. My ex-affair introduced us in July of 2004. I was attracted to C.J. the moment I laid eyes on him. He's my type down to a T. 6'3", dark hair, hazel eyes, 250 lbs of pure muscle, a total sweetheart, good sense of humor, smart as hell, makes good conversation and treats me like a real person instead of a teenager.
I never liked being treated like a kid. I know my maturity goes beyond my age and I've always been told that. And C.J. is one of the few people who recognizes that and treats me the way I should be.
I've been trying to get him to go out with me for a year now. It seemed impossible to get him, so I gave up. Waited for him to make the first move. I've been working at the casino for three weeks now and everyday I learn more about him. His son just started 5th grade just about a month ago and he's very proud of him. I also learned that he is currently single. A thought that brought a smile to my face.
I must say, my favorite part of the whole day is lunch time. He's always there, sitting at the same table, with a few of the floor managers, making small talk. My first day of work, I saw him at lunch and stopped dead in my tracks, my friend Maria wondered what planet I was on until I explained that I know him and that I hadn't seen him in a while.
"Well go say hi," she softly commanded with her adorable spanish accent. No, I am not spanish if you are wondering. I am very much an american girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a few freckles across my nose and that city slickers accent you can only get from living in a big city your entire life. But a soft, sweet voice, nonetheless.
I obeyed her and walked up behind him, the floor managers looked up at me and I put my finger in front of my mouth, telling them to be quiet. Then I brought my hands forward and placed them over his eyes. "Guess who?" I asked playfully then giggled.
"Marissa." Damn me. My laugh gave it away. I have an unmistakable laugh, so warm and welcoming and friendly, it could never be duplicated.
He turned and stood, towering over my 5'6" figure and wrapped his arms around me. "Hi sweetie." I about melted. Since then, we've been having lunch together everyday, I've even talked him into dinner and a movie. We went two nights ago. He let me pick a movie, the moron. I picked a horror movie, since we both love horror movies. The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I was hoping it would be very scary like I've heard. It was. I found myself curled into him half way through the movie. And yes, I did it on purpose!
The next day at work he kept smiling at me at lunch when I'd look at one the floor managers who was saying something. I've lost my mind. Yes, that's it. He's not smiling at me, he's smiling at the girl at the table behind me. Nope. Wall behind me. I had a hard time focusing on work rest of the day. How could I possibly think straight when he was smiling at me like that?
At 4:30 I went down to the basement to clock out, looked to my right at the other machines for clocking out, about 10-15 feet away and saw C.J. clocking out as well. "Get off early?" I asked. He doesn't normally clock out until around 7pm. "Yep," he answered as he finished up. "I'll walk with you to the parking lot," he offered.
Employee parking isn't even on the property, it was behind it and to the East. About a 5 minute walk. "So, little miss Marissa," he began.
"Yes, big mister C.J." I playfully returned.
"Did that movie really scare you, or were you looking an excuse to practically sit on my lap?"
"Both." I blushed. He knows damn well how attracted to him I am.
"Well, next time we can skip the movie and go right to the lap thing if you prefer," he teased and winked at me then laughed and put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a little hug, kissing me on the top of the head, sweetly.
By the time we reached the parking lot, I thought for sure there was a wet spot on my pants from how crazy he was making me. How could he do this to me? He was barely doing anything. Now I'd have to go home and lock my bedroom door for a few hours to cure myself of what he'd done to me. My legs were burning to have him between them.
"This your car?" His question snapped me back to reality as I looked down at my blue 1971 Plymouth Valiant. I nodded and took my keys out of my pocket, ready to unlock the door. "Very nice." I smiled at him, I love when people compliment my car. "May I asked about it?"
I grinned and walked to the front of the car, popping the hood and lifting it, showing him the 6 slide engine. So it's not an 8 cylinder, who cares? That puppy can move.
After showing him around the car, I got in it, ready to go home and take advantage of myself. That is until he leaned and rested his hands on the door. "Any plans tonight?" he asked.
Yeah, I gotta go home and fantasize about you for a while because of what you've done to me! "Nope."
"Follow me."
"Ok." I started the car