Crazy Boss
1246 Words
The fact that Christine woke up on her boss' bed with his arms around her was enough proof that their relationship was past professional.
If the media got hold of something like that, she was going to be toast. It would be grit to their mill of neverending gossip and she would never be able to live with it.
She slowly pulled his arms off her and got out of bed. He was fast asleep. The faint sensation in between her legs reminded her of why they were even in that position.
She always kept track of her menstrual calendar and wondered why of all days, her cycle suddenly changed and surprised her in his house of all places.
It was a pleasant surprise how he handled it. Most guys were repelled by their girl's blood. Even Trevor used to claim that she was too dramatic.
She stumbled into the bathroom. All she needed now was s hot bath and the feel of steam on her skin. She took off her shirt which was the only thing she had on and stepped into the tub. Hot water showered down on her body and cascaded down to her feet.
She was so lost in the feel of the water against her skin that she didn't notice someone else had come into the shower with her.
Not until she heard his voice behind her.
"Having a shower without me?"
She almost jumped and screamed out of fear but she got control of herself.
"Mr Alan, what are you doing here?" she asked without turning round knowing what she would meet.
He was stark naked, his huge c**k dangling like a pendulum.
"Nothing," he said and took extra steps, stopping only when he was merely inches away from her. He held her shoulder. "Just want to take care of my girlfriend and make sure she's not lonely in the shower."
"I'm not lonely," she said and added quickly, "And I'm not your girlfriend."
"You are," he said with a naughty grin.
"I'm not," she objected.
"You are," he insisted.
"I'm not," she said.
"You a..."
"I'm not!" she objected sharply before he could insist again.
Alan scoffed. "Why are you so on edge?"
"And why are you such a man slut?!" she yelled at him.
"Excuse me," he said.
"You heard me," she retorted.
He stood there, looking at her with hurt in his eyes.
"Please, Mr Alan. Just go away," she said softly, tiredly.
"Fine," he said solemnly. "I'll go away."
And he stepped out of the shower and out of the bathroom, leaving her seething.
She imagined what would happen if someone, just anyone had come in and seen their little banter.
This thing Alan was trying so hard to create between them would end in a disaster. She knew it. And she knew he knew it too.
..............
When she got out, she slipped into a bathrobe she saw hanging on the rack. Then she
It was Friday. And there was an holiday which meant she didn't have to report at work. But Alan was busy in his office and she decided to go in and watch him work.
She walked in without knocking and expected him to ask her coldly what she was doing in his office without being invited, but he didn't.
He didn't pay her any attention either.
"Mr Alan?" she called softly.
"Christine," he said with a smile.
"Can I sit?" she asked.
"Knock yourself out," he replied.
"Look, I'm sorry I called you a slut," she said as she took her seat.
"It's fine. I was being such a d**k, forcing myself on you that way," he said and laughed.
"Yeah, you were."
But she didn't say it out loud. Instead she said it in her head.
He got up and sat on the love seat by the wall and crossed his legs.
"Come, sit," he said and tapped the vacant space beside him.
"I have something very important to say to you," he added when Christine remained in her spot refusing to come any step closer.
She sat beside him reluctantly.
He didn't say anything. He only gave her that p***y-wetting smirk he was an expert in. She turned away as she felt her p***y begin to get moist.
"I know it seems like I'm forcing myself on you again, but Christine," he said and paused to wet his lips.
Christine waited with baited breaths. She knew what he was going to say but somehow, each time he raised the issue of his love for her, she found herself getting nervous, gasping for breath, her palms getting wet.
"I want you to be my girlfriend," he said without spilling blood.
"Sir?" she asked, looking up at him in shock.
"I...Want ...You...To...Be...My...Girlfriend," he reiterated, stressing each word.
When she looked into his eyes, there was no trace of joke. He was dead serious.
"You're kidding, right?" she said and adjusted on the sofa, keeping a distance away from him.
"Christine..." Alan said slowly. "I don't kid."
"Why would you want me to be your girlfriend? I'm your employee. We're not supposed to be doing all of this," she said. "What will people say? They'd think I seduced you."
"Christine, are you really bothered about what people would say or you're just not over your ex yet?" Alan asked, gazing deep into her eyes.
Christine frowned. She didn't like that question one bit and for a moment she felt like whacking him across the face.
"Please, Mr Alan. Let's not talk about this again," she said.
"Okay," he said and stood up. "Will you like to go home now?"
She nodded and got up from the seat and out of the office, followed closely by his lustful stare.
Alan punched the table in a fit of frustration as soon as she was out of his office
It was hard to love someone and not get any love in return.
But she loved him. It just wasn't safe.
.............
"Your schedule for the day, sir," Christine said.
The weekend had rushed by like a wind and it was Monday again.
Alan looked at her expectantly.
"Meeting with the department heads this morning by ten. A meeting with Mr Ford by noon and a lunch meeting with Mr Wati to discuss the progress of the construction of our new branch in Kuala Lumpur, by three...."
He only watched her as she spoke, licking his lips lustfully. She could feel his eyes on her lips.
"Then you'll have to review and sign the financial report tabled by the finance department."
"Thank you, McAlister," he said.
She smiled at him and turned in the direction of the door.
"One more thing," he said, stopping her in her tracks.
"What's that, sir?" she inquired.
"I have a dinner by six," he said. "Add that on my schedule. The woman doesn't like to be kept waiting. It makes her a little cray-cray," he added with a sly smile.
"Oh," Christine said.
"I need you to find somewhere secluded. Somewhere with only a few patrons. She doesn't like a crowd."
Oh, he knew the lady so well, Christine scoffed in her head.
"Okay, sir," she said and turned to leave.
"Make sure it's a very nice place," Alan added.
"Got it, sir," she said.
"I will suggest the newly opened restaurant over at Seagate. That one on the ferry on the lake."
"Yes, sir," Christine said and walked out.
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