Twisted Perfection

Recognition

Three storms had hit that day and it was a fuckin hurricane.

He was dressed head to toe in a black suit. The uniform of office people, but there was nothing else typical about him. He wore dark sunglasses inside and had a cigarette tucked behind one of his ear, He hair was strangely slicked back and wet looking. He had a beard but it wasn't one of those massive hipster beards. It was short and well groomed and so damn sexy.

He was in a full suit, pants, jacket, waistcoat, tie-The works.

He even had a black piece of fabric sticking out of his jacket pocket.

He was almost gentlemanly but the tattoo that popped out of under his cuffs and ran the length of the back of his hand and the one peering out from his collar that went up his neck and stopped behind his ear were anything but gentlemanly. He loomed like a dark mysterious creature but luckily, he hadn't seen me.

“He's so weird" Jenna said after licking her lips.

She wanted him ....... obviously.

Just like the rest of the female co workers.

And then he looked directly at me and I nearly fainted. I inhaled sharply, so sharply that I started chocking on a saliva. As Jenna patted me on my back, his eyes lingered momentarily and then they left me.

He showed absolutely no recognition on his face, and in that moment—after I had recovered from my embarrassing coughing, I was overcome by two very strong emotions. One was relief. Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office.

And two....I was pissed

“I want you Emmy,I need you" and now he couldn't recognize me?

What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor glasses, his oh-so cool cigarette and his stupid black tuxedo.

I hated him!

***

Work was painfully slow that day

It seemed that the arrival of Andrey miller had caused people to forget their jobs.....and minds.

People were standing around, eagerly waiting for their names to be called.

Andrey said he was “hands on”

A phrase that had both caused me to both cringe with disgust and tremble with excitement at the same time.

He explained he was going to speak to all the members of his team—“one on one”

Another phrase that brought back images of that night....

Andrey had used several that morning that had me in an awkward state.I couldn't figure out whether he was an innate pervert who tossed around s****l innuendo.

Or whether I was just being overly sensitive.

“i have a big load for you today” he said before emphasizing on how he wanted to “get on top of things”

All the innuendo cause strange feelings to pass through my body but I almost passed out when he said he

"wanted to get his hands real dirty and not to be an hotel room service worker"

The mere mention of hotel nearly put me in a coma.

But the worse thing was that my desk was directly in front of his glass walled office so I had front row and a clear view and oh my God......he was sexy

He was calling people in for their one on ones which caused a temporary traffic jam in the bathroom as women slicked on layers of fresh lip gloss and fiddled with their hair and clothes.

But Andrey, however seemed total cool and calm as he sat at his desk looking devilish.

He was the kind of man your mother would always warn you about.

Infact, he was the kind of guy to be made to wear bright red, flashing warning sign around his neck.

His casual, bothering on disinterested way of leaning in his chair and running his hands through his hair and oh god

Chewing on the end of his pen was intoxicating and not just for me.

Every woman that left his office looks like they just has the best s*x of their life and even men too. They all had this kind of flustered dazed look, only God knows what he was telling them.

As the day went on, I tried desperately to remain calm, but it was getting harder and harder as more co—workers came out with more titilating stories of him.

He glanced a few times in my direction to call the names of people sitting near by but still showed no recognition whatsoever— maybe I should have worn the wig to work.

The torturous hours dragged on until the way was almost over and still my name hadn't been called. At five I got up and started parking completely trilled to have been overlooked but then-

“Emmy Rossum?”

The sound of my name from his lips caused a strange reaction inside.

I froze like a mime in mid movement.

Then I sat back in my chair,locked my eyes into my computer screen then stared straight ahead, unblinking.

“Emmy? Emmy Rossum?"

I didn't move.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his black figure striding towards me and within few seconds he was standing above me.

I knew I couldn't keep pretending I hadn't heard him, so I nonchalantly held up my hand and said “just give me one moment,I'm in the middle of something"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I imagined being fired on the spot.Not only had I slept with my boss, now I was making him talk to the hands.

"Done" I said.Then stood up and Totally misjudged how close he was, my body slammed into his. I took a quick step back but it was already too late, the damage had been done.

His sudden close proximity set an involuntary chain reaction inside my body and I found myself fantasizing about the top of the desk, or perhaps the wall or maybe floor-crap! I felt sweat beading on my four head and I tried desperately to drag my eyes away from his mouth- stop staring at his mouth. stop staring at his mouth.

Andrey watched my eyes then his lips which I was still staring at curled up into a tiny bright smile

“Better things to do than meet the new boss?" he asked

“No… no" I said

I sounded panicked and tried to rein my self a little

“There was something very important from a client.......sorry, I just had to go through it quickly....sorry"

He held his hand up to stop my mouth from rambling and all I could think of was how I sucked his finger the night before, I had never sucked on anyone's finger before but he'd obviously did some kind of black magic on me and unleashed my inner pornstar. I snapped out of it and willed my self to look up at his eyes and when I did his smile grew.

“I like your dedication"

He said casually like he was speaking casually to any other employee.

There was still no sign of recognition on his face and part of me wanted to b***h slap him

“Shall we" he said gesturing towards his office

"So Emmy" he said as I entered his office and walked to his desk, leaned back in his chair and looked me directly in the eye.

I felt an electric jolt reach across the table and shocked all my senses.

I sat up straight and crossed my arm over my body protectively “Andrey, boss ...Andrey" I stammered hating myself as the words came out.

He smiled that little devilish smile of his- his smile should come with a mandatory warning

“So you are my client service girl"

He bit down on the end of his pen.

Why did all his phrases seem steeped into s****l innuendo. Accident? I think not

“Hmmmm yes"I crossed my legs trying to look professional as possible.

“Good, we are going to be working on very new campaigns"

“Mhhh I'm very excited" I lied,I was terrified.

“Well emmy, I'm looking forward to working with you"

I stiffled a gasp as my name dripped out of his mouth

“Thank you, everyone's excited that you're...here”

“We’ll” his voice went husky like it had been in a bar “I can't tell you how excited I am to be here".

That was it. His voice coupled with those smoldering eyes. His smile and smell, his sedative vibe was driving me insane.

I need to as much space between us as soon as possible. I stood up and stepped awkwardly away from the table

"I need to go home, so I better leave now.....and because it's the end of the day...what you do at the end of the day is.......leave" The words spilled out of my mouth like a car crash. This isn't me.

"Sure I wouldn't want to keep you from going because that's what you do at the end of the day ...go" He was smiling broadly now

He was mocking me

"Okay… thanks" I said and headed out the door flatly

“Uh Emmy,I think you're forgetting something"

And that was when I saw them

It took a second for my brain to register and when it did, my brain felt like it was gonna shatter into a million fragments because there they wear, peeping out of an envelope he was pushing across the table

Blue lacey panties

My panties! Ohhh my god.