Big Boss man

That was unexpected

Once the word had spread that I had been asked to go to Paris, people looked at me a little differently.

Marlene was super excited to be picked because Penny he been picked the previous two years and then there was Chelsea before that.

I asked who Chelsea was but after a few looks of don’t ask I decided to drop the subject.

Shane has been in and out all week not really wanting to engage in conversation, and to be honest he looks quite stressed.

Ivan comes to see me one afternoon and asks me how I feel about going to Paris.

“Well I didn’t want to go” I reply looking at him over my pc Monitor.

“Well I cant blame you’ he said looking at his nails.

“I would be a nervous wreck spending a whole weekend with Mr Langley” he adds looking at me and rasing his eye brows.

“Well its a good job I don’t see him that way then” I say trying to convince him as well as myself.

“You keep telling yourself that hunny” he adds laughing.

“I’m pretty damn sure if you spend enough time with him you will end up in his bed” he sighs.

“I will not” I smile throwing some screwed up paper at his head.

“Well I know I damn well would if he was gay” he laughs throwing the paper back at me.

“Who was Chelsea” I ask

His face becomes very serious all of a sudden.

“She was the last secretary”

“What happened to her” I ask

“She became to much... you know for Mr Langley” he whispers.

“She wanted more from him...sexually” he adds looking around to make sure no one heard him.

“Oh s**t” I reply

“So what happened” I ask wanting him to continue.

“She was here for just over a year and I know they had a thing,,, but she became needy and he ended things, but she couldn’t deal with it”

“So where did she go” I ask leaning on my elbows.

“Who knows” he replies.

“She just didn’t come back” he adds getting up to leave.

This makes me wonder what happened to her.

By the end of the week my mind is fried, not to mention how tired I am with learning about what outfit goes with what and how to match shoes and bags.

Dillion calls to ask how I am and I tell him all about Paris.

“That’s so cool mum” he says.

“I just don’t know if its me” I reply.

“Don’t be to hard on yourself, you have a good eye for this sort of stuff” he adds.

When Friday rolls around I’m yet again on my own at home drinking alone.

I put on my favourite Eighties playlist and sing along.

My phone pings and I think oh here we go again.

It’s Shane and I instantly smile.

“Hello Rebel. How the evening going”

Well holy s**t if its not Mr big boss himself asking me the same exact questions.

At this point Ive had few drinks so I’m feeling quite confident.

“Well look who it is” is what I send.

What the f**k Rebel.

Why would you send that.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I sent that” I reply again just as quick.

“Have you been drinking again” he asks

“Well yes actually, I have” I reply.

“What’s that song playing” he asks making me stop and look up confused.

How the hell would he know I’m listening to music?

“You tell me” I reply pouring myself another drink.

“Sounds like Billie Eilish to me” he responds.

Holy f**k he can hear my music.

“Ocean eyes, am I correct” he adds.

Before I can answer there is a knock at my door making me jump.

I walk to the window and peer out into the dark street.

There’s another knock making me jump.

I walk to the door and look down at myself standing in a white oversized top and the smallest black Lacey panties I own.

I open the door to a smiling Shane looking hot as hell in a back tux and black tie.

“Can I come in” he asks after I stand and stare making things awkward.

“Yes, of course” I say opening the door for him to enter.

He walks in and I smell his aftershave that sends me to naughty places.

“So what brings you here” I ask

“I was in the area for a charity ball” he replies looking around.

“No, I mean what brings you here now” I ask trying to make myself clear.

He looks at me and smiles.

“I wanted to see you”

What the hell, why?

“Ok, but why” I ask confused.

“Do I need an excuse” he asks tilting his head.

“Well yes, you are after all my boss” I stare feeling perplexed.

“Well It seems I have real difficulty staying away from you”

Oh my lord did he just say that.

“And after all, you do think I’m hot”

Holy f**k me to hell, s**t, bollocks.

“Well yes you are incredibly hot” I say in a very quiet tone.

“I need to change” I add moving to the stairs.

“No, don’t” he calls after me making me stop.

“I think you look good the way you are” he adds sending chills up my spine.

He walks over to me making me step away and closer to the wall.

“So what do you want” I ask feeling embarrassed.

He steps closer making me take another step back until I hit the wall behind me.

“Do I need a reason to want to see you” he asks looking down my body.

I’m fully aware my n*****s are poking through the thin material of my top.

“No but,,,, “

Shit I cant think of anything to say.

“But what Rebel” he asks reaching out to touch my cheek with the back of his hand.

“We can’t” I mumble

He steps closer so our bodies are now touching.

“Are you sure” he breaths with his lips inches from mine.

My breathing is out of control as I look up at him and search his blue eyes for the answer.

“No,,,” is all I can say.

He slams his lips onto mine and presses his body against me

I open my mouth and allow his tongue access.

He feels and Tastes so good I practically come undone on the spot.

My mind is spinning out of control at the touch of this beautiful man.

He lifts my shirt up over my head and looks down at my near naked body.

He smiles and looks back at me licking his lips.

He takes my breasts in his hands and lowers his mouth over my n*****s making me hitch my breath.

I close my eyes and melt against his soft tongue.

He slides his hands down my body until they land on my Lacey underwear.

“Do you like these” he asks making me look at him confused.

Too late, he snaps the thin material and pulls them away from my body leaving me completely naked before him.

He removes his jacket and tie before dropping to his knees before me and kisses my stomach gently telling me I have a beautiful body.

seeing this man on his knees before me makes my heart swell.

But it also brings me out of my trance and back to reality.

“Shane we can’t” I breath

He looks up at me with desire in his eyes.

“We can’t” he replies before plunging his tongue deep inside my now drenched p***y.

“Oh f**k” I cry as he works me over, flicking his tongue over my pulsating c**t.

My breathing is out of control as I instinctively grab his hair and pull.

He makes me c*m hard in a matter of minutes calling out incoherent words.

He laps up my juices and smiles against my skin.

Holy hell that was hot.

He stands before me and smiles.

I work at undoing his pants not caring for his shirt.

When I hear them drop to the door he spins me around so my back is laying on the first two steps.

He wastes no time in filling me hard and deep calling out with pleasure.

He thrusts deeper with more need kissing me deeply and groaning on my lips.

“f**k you feel good” he moans softly.

He rotates his hips around and around pushing me hard into the stair but I don’t care.

“Aagghh f**k” is all I can say as he becomes super hard and empties his load deep inside me growling into my neck.

We take a moment to calm our breathing before he hovers above me and smiles.

“That was not my intention” he confesses.

“Really” I ask smiling and shaking my head.

“No, I just came to talk” he adds not wanting to move.

“Well you just came,,, but you didn’t do much talking” I laugh and instantly regret it.

He too laughs and stands pulling me up with him.

“I’m sorry, that was out of order”

“It’s ok” I reply looking down at his still very erect c**k.

“I need to go clean up” I say feeling very embarrassed about being naked.

He hands me my top and I throw it over my head to cover up.

“Ill be back soon” I say walking up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Shall I make us a drink” he asks.

“Yes please” I reply calling back

Holy hell what was that?, what the hell just happened?

I put on some new underwear and throw on some black shorts.

When I come back down stairs, Shane is fully clothed and looking ready to leave.

He hands me a drink and smiles.

“Sorry but I have to go”

“Oh, ok” I say stepping away from him feeling totally used.

“Sorry to have kept you” I add

“Oh god no, please don’t say that, it was totally my idea to come here, please don’t feel bad” he replies

I suddenly feel very ashamed at what I just did and want him to leave.

He must sense this as he moves close to me and kisses me gently placing his hands on either side of my face.

“See you Monday” he breaths.

I nod but don’t say anything.

He leaves as I stand staring at myself in the mirror above the fireplace.

“Nice one Rebel” I say to myself holding up my glass.

The next day I wonder into town to find myself a new skirt, something I never thought I would ever wear again.

Finally after trying on many different styles I find one that makes me look and feel good.

Monday morning comes all too soon with the first of two meetings to discuss how far we have come with getting the line ready for Paris.

Penny stands and talks us through the first rack explaining about colour and style, the look we are wanting to achieve that sort of thing.

With Marlene explaining how many outfit changes will be needed and how many back up outfits we will want.

I sit and take it all in not really sure what I’m supposed to say or do.

Kathrine asks to see myself and Marlene to discus travel plans along with the hotel and order of business on the night.

It’s a very fancy do with many celebrities attending.

Shane sits and watches me from across the table and it makes me nervous.

He didn’t text or call me all weekend and I think thats strange.

When we have finished the meeting I’m the first to leave feeling I cant breath under his intense gaze.

When everyone leaves for lunch I decide to go too because if I’m left alone with him I fear we will end up doing something we shouldn’t.

And to my surprise when I get back I am the only one to get back first so that totally foiled my plan.

Shane calls and asks to see me in his office.

Great I sigh, time to face the sexy beast.

I walk to his office and don’t bother to knock on the door much to his surprise when I enter.

“Please close the door Rebel” he asks casually.

He then stands from his desk, walks around the front and sits on the edge with his arms folded.

I stand where I am unable to move any closer of fear I may jump his bones where he stands.

“I don’t bite” he said with a smile.

The smug bastard.

“What is it you want” I ask

“I just wanted to apologise for Friday night” he said getting up and walking closer.

“Well apology accepted” I reply no moving.

He stands before me and puts his hands in his pockets making me look own at his bulge.

Damn you wondering eyes.

“See anything you like” he smirks.

I snap my eyes back up to his and smile.

I instinctively reach out to touch him and he steps back slightly.

This shocks me and at the same time makes me mad.

“I’m sorry Rebel, I cant do this at work” he said trying to soften the blow.

“So you can come to my home and f**k me on my stairs but I cant touch you at work” I snap.

“You don’t understand” he tries to explain.

“No you don’t understand, you come to my home and do what you did, then you walk away leaving me feeling used, and now your telling me I cant at least touch you at work” I look at him totally at a loss.

“Lower your tone” he sneers

“Or what” I snap again.

“Do you know what, f**k you” I add turning to leave.

I don’t need this s**t.

I turn to leave but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“Fine, have it your way” he hisses close to my ear.

He marches me over to his desk and pushes me forward so my body is face down.

He lifts my skirt and kicks my legs apart yanking at my pink thong.

“Shane” I cry waiting for what’s to come.

He gives me no warning and rams into me from behind.

I cry out in frustration and excitement.

He holds my hips and thrusts into me deeper and deeper letting his breathing become out of control.

I cling to the sides of the desk for dear life.

And just when I think I cant take anymore he fills me with his salty flavour growling through gritted teeth.

He slows to a stop and collapses on my back trying to catch his breath.

I feel numb but thrilled at the same time.

He stands and helps me up handing me a tissue which I place between my legs.

“I’m sorry” he breaths tucking his shirt back into his pants.

I cant help but smile and shake my head.

“I should go clean up” I say turning to leave, but not before he plants a soft kiss on my lips.

I guess that was to soften the blow.

I walk back to my desk and then into the toilet wondering yet again what the f**k just happened.