Dear Wicked Boss

2. Wet Dreams About the Boss.

The next day, when I showed up at my desk, Mr. Garret was already waiting for me at the door of his office, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me. I was sweaty, my perspiration soaked through my white linen blouse, and my chest was rising and falling quickly, making him glance at it. I had been running all over the city trying to get there on time, but I guess I failed because he was looking at me, angrier than usual.

He looked at his Rolex, as he always did, and then at me.

"Five minutes late, Miss Rivera," he said, sitting at the edge of his desk. "You’ve been a bad girl. I think you need to be punished."

I gave him a flirty smile and batted my eyelashes at him. He extended his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me between his legs. His lips were so close to mine, his face just inches away, our breaths mingling. I ran my tongue over his lower lip, and I felt him sigh, but before he could kiss me, I pulled back and whispered in his ear, as I knew he liked.

"Punish me, Mr. Garret, I’ve been very bad," I murmured, and leaned back so our lips could meet, as I always enjoy...

"Angela, wake up!" my sister-in-law shouted, snapping me back to reality.

I blinked in surprise, finding my sister-in-law practically on top of me, looking at me with a strange expression on her face.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, grumpy and a little heated. She had interrupted my almost-kiss with Mr. Garret. Why was she doing this to me?

"You were mumbling about being a bad girl and punishments," she said, confused. She placed her hands on her hips and gave me a stern look. "Have you been having hot dreams about your boss again?"

My face flushed, revealing my embarrassment. I buried my head in the pillow and groaned, aware that my sister-in-law was still watching me. I didn’t want her to know that my wet dreams about my boss were ongoing, but I couldn’t help it. He was a devil, but such a damn sexy and attractive devil that I had to suppress my s****l feelings toward him. My dreams mostly involved wet kisses, rough caresses, and hard f***ing on the desk or against the window.

I sat up in bed, trying to cool down and calm myself.

"So, what do you want anyway?" I asked.

"It’s already eight. If you don’t move, you’re going to be late."

My eyes widened, and I looked at the clock on my nightstand. Ten to eight! Crap, if I didn’t hurry, I was going to be super late. I jumped out of bed while Delia watched me as if I had suddenly gone crazy, and I started searching for anything decent to wear. I didn’t have time to shower—good thing I had done that last night—so brushing my teeth and washing my face would have to be done. New York was a congested city on a good day, it was going to take me even longer to get to the office.

Today, we had an important meeting with a client, Mr. Edwars. A mega-rich businessman wanted to build his dream home in the country, and he had hired our company to handle everything. Today’s meeting was to meet him, go over the details, and find out what he wanted from the project. Then, Mr. Garret and our team would have to work day and night to make sure everything went perfectly.

I put on a pencil skirt, a white linen shirt, and my ten-centimeter heels. I tied my messy hair into a bun, with a few strands left loose, but I didn’t have time to fix them, so I applied some quick, light makeup, not wanting to take too long on that step.

Half an hour later, when I arrived at Mr. Garret’s office, the first person I greeted was the receptionist. Her name was Candace, and she was always smiling and obliging. I liked her a lot, she was fun and disciplined, plus she always put up with our boss’s crap without complaining, something not everyone could manage. It was known that most of the resignations from the company were due to the stress caused by excessive work. Yes, the pay was fabulous, no one could deny that, but they also demanded a lot from you.

If you wanted to have an active social life, then it was better not to work for The Garret Group Inc. It would consume your time, give you a hell of a lot of stress, make you lose weight, affect your relationships, and sometimes you’d have to pull off miracles. I had learned this over time, especially since, being the assistant to the president of the company, a huge responsibility fell on me. Many had thought when I arrived that I wouldn’t last more than two weeks, especially because they saw me as small, thin, with a kind and sweet smile. They thought Evans Garret would crush me. I even found out that HR had already prepared a resignation letter for me, waiting for me to fail.

But I didn’t. I had been with the company for six months, and no matter how many crises occurred, I hadn’t given up. Yes, it wasn’t easy, and I wanted to kill my boss more often than was healthy, but I kept going, proving to everyone that a pretty face meant nothing without a good attitude and lots of personality.

“Good morning, Candace. Did anything come in for Mr. Garret?” I asked, smiling at the receptionist, even though I was already late.

She nodded and handed me at least ten sealed envelopes, all waiting to be delivered to his office.

“Here you go.”

“Has he arrived yet?” I asked, hoping for a miracle where she would say no.

But my hopes were dashed when she gave me a sympathetic smile, as if asking me if I was serious.

“When has Mr. Garret ever arrived after six in the morning?” she asked, as though I were foolish.

I didn’t say anything else, heading straight for the elevators while juggling the envelopes, my purse, and the coffee I’d bought on my way in. My boss didn’t drink regular café coffee. His was specially made by a barista he had hired, who worked in the building's kitchen, making coffee for anyone who wanted it. However, I didn’t like anything that thick and hot. I preferred my basic coffee from a regular café that didn’t cost a week's worth of my salary.

When I arrived upstairs, I found the usual chaos. People rushed around, everyone stressed and hurried about today's meeting. Evans Garret drove people crazy on a normal day, so imagine when there was a super important meeting with a high-profile client who wanted the project of the year. He must’ve been a nervous wreck, and my being late was not going to make things any better.

“Evans is waiting for you in his office, and he’s furious because you’re late,” said Serena as she passed by me. Serena was a nasty piece of work—gorgeous but mean—and the Director of Marketing, also a minority partner in the company. I couldn’t stand her because she acted like she ran everything. “So, hurry up.”

I frowned at her demand but didn’t have time to tell her that I didn’t take orders from her—that would have to wait for later. Instead, I headed straight for my boss's office, not even bothering to knock, too focused on not dropping anything. I glanced at my watch. I was seven minutes late, two minutes later than in the dream.

I found him sitting at his desk, furiously typing something while yelling at someone on the phone. I suppressed the urge to jump as I listened, not wanting him to think I was scared of him, or he’d get worse. I quietly and slowly placed the envelopes on his desk, feeling his eyes on me, intense and unblinking.

Two seconds later, he ended the call without waiting for a response.

“Seven minutes late, Miss Rivera,” he said, and my mind flashed back to the dream, where he had said exactly the same thing. “Shall I call HR and file a complaint about your tardiness?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Garret. I ran a little late today.”

“Of course, on the day we have such an important meeting, you decide to show up whenever you feel like it. I don’t know if you think this is a game, but my company has remained number one in the market because I have responsible and qualified employees.”

I almost rolled my eyes but mentally scolded myself. If I did, he’d get angrier, and who knows how long he’d lecture me. God, he sounded like an old man, speaking and behaving like one, but he was still so incredibly handsome. While he kept talking, I couldn’t stop staring at his two-day stubble, thick and perfect, or how amazing his eyes looked, even though he worked long hours and never had dark circles. Did he use some cream? I needed him to recommend it; I survived on concealer alone.

“Miss Rivera, are you listening to me?”

I blinked, snapping back to reality.

“Of course,” I lied, as if that were an absurd question.

“I expect everything to be ready when the client arrives. You know I don’t tolerate incompetence, which is why I require you to arrive early every day.”

“Everything is ready. Nothing is missing.”

He paused for a moment, trying to find something else to nag me about.

“Where is the intern I asked for?”

“I called him, but it seems he’s running late,” I said with a small smile. His eyes narrowed, realizing I was teasing, but I found it a bit amusing. The intern was necessary for note-taking and to assist Mr. Garret when I was too busy with other tasks. He needed someone prepared, but he was late too, and my boss was about to lose his mind.

He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space, so I pressed my legs together. My core was still sensitive from this morning’s dream.

“Are you mocking me?” he asked, addressing me informally. When he did that, I knew it meant danger, and I had to back off.

“No, of course not, Mr. Garret,” I replied innocently, taking a step back, aware that we were standing too close for comfort. “I’ve sent you all the information regarding the client via email. I sent it twenty minutes ago because I know you like to read it before each meeting. I also called the kitchen to have breakfast ready for him—” he opened his mouth to speak, but I kept talking, “and yes, I told them no eggs because your doctor called me a few days ago and mentioned your cholesterol is high. I also requested only lactose-free products, since the client is lactose intolerant, as per the report. Oh, and I arranged for your car to be washed while the client is here. They’ll be here in half an hour, and I’ll take care of handing over the keys.”

He stood there, staring at me, surely trying to find an excuse, something to put me to work on. But there wasn’t anything, of course. Garret knew I did my job well, one of the reasons he let me arrive seven minutes late some days—because no matter what, I would always have my work ready and on time.

“Oh, and you’d better change to the red tie. That one looks awful on you,” I said before turning around and leaving the office, a satisfied smile on my lips.

After that, I went to my own desk and stayed to finish up the gourmet breakfast that was going to be served, for the client and for my boss. Serena chose that moment to approach me, while I was going through some documents on my shelves. I knew it was her by the clicking of her stiletto heels, decisive steps, sharp and sure, just like she was. A beautiful woman, divorced and childless, she was the company's favorite for some and a soulless b***h for others.

As soon as she saw me, a grimace of disgust appeared on her face. It was no secret to anyone that she hated me, she didn't like me and I had no idea why. Some gossips claimed that it was because I spent a lot of time with my boss, and she was a little jealous, they said that she had been in love with him, but that Garret didn't pay her any attention. A little illogical, taking into account that she was beautiful, with ash blonde hair, cut short by men in an elegant and upturned cut, beautiful green eyes and skin like porcelain. If I had been a man, I wouldn't have let such a beautiful woman get away.

Besides being quite intelligent, she was also one of the company's partners, and she had earned her position as such. She was respected, envied, and even hated for the same reasons, so I couldn’t understand how a woman like that could feel at a disadvantage compared to me. My boss hates me, he would never in his life notice me. I don’t think he even considered me an acceptable person in his life. I was only there to serve him, and he had made that clear long ago.

“Do you need something, Miss Jones?” I asked, in a rather tense tone. I hadn’t forgotten the way she spoke to me earlier, but I didn’t want to start a fight at the moment.

A stack of folders was thrown onto my desk, making me jump. I glared at her, furious. What the hell was her problem with me?

“Sort the folders by color. I need to hand them to Evans before the meeting.”

I looked at the reports, they were the same ones I had sent earlier, but when I sent them, they were organized and neat. It couldn’t be a coincidence, she was trying to irritate me. There was no way someone like Serena would make a mess of simple documents. She just wanted me to do her work twice. I sighed in resignation, deciding what to do. I could tell her off, but that would only cause a scene, and right now, Evans didn’t need that. The client was about to arrive, and I didn’t want any problems. My boss would have my head before even asking if it was my fault.

Instead, I gave Serena a sweet but fake smile, deciding to keep the peace... for now. That didn’t mean I was going to be her damn toy whenever she wanted. She needed to get that into her head.

“I’ll do it, don’t worry,” I said, taking the folders to sort them. “But let me remind you, I work for Mr. Garret, no one else.”

She leaned in, fuming. “I’m one of the partners. If I tell you to run across the damn state of New York in your underwear, you do it. Do you understand me?”

I smiled, but I didn’t respond. Just then, Evans stepped out of his office. The look he gave us made it clear he found it strange to see us so close, glaring at each other. Serena pulled back and flashed him a smile so bright I wondered if her eyes might start sparkling. God, she was so obvious it was insulting to watch her fawning over my boss.

I mean, I drooled over him too, but at least I was a bit more subtle about it.

“Miss Rivera, is everything ready?” he asked, blinking at me, deliberately ignoring Serena.

I nodded, finishing organizing the folder and handing it to him. Once it was signed, I headed to the conference room to make sure the breakfast was being served properly. They had already informed me that the client was arriving, so I told my boss to be ready, and I stayed to organize the slides, making sure everything worked smoothly and that it would all go perfectly.

By the time they came out two hours later, we already had the project in our hands, along with a hell of a lot of work ahead of us.