My Boss's Toy

Chapter 4

It was a week later that I finally had the hang of it all and I was saying goodbye to the nice woman. Then, two weeks after that, I was filling out some paperwork when the elevator dinged. I looked up to see the woman from the first day. She smiled at me as she walked over.

"Are you going to be the new secretary now?" She asked with a French accent. I nodded to her.

"Yes, Miss Deluca." She blinked in slight shock as I addressed her by name. She smirked and nodded.

"I already like you." She declared as she walked into the office. It hadn't been hard to memorize the list of about 35 people. Especially because a lot of them I already knew. About 18 were unknown to me, though I learned that one was someone I actually did know, just not by her real name. It was about twenty minutes later that I got an alert ping on my laptop. I opened it to see the elevator camera. A very angry woman was shouting up at the small thing. Only I had access to that feed on live, though. She had to know this because the woman was Xavier's mother.

I felt conflicted. She wasn't on the approved list but she was his own flesh and blood. She yelled at the camera and then she began to break down and cry. I glanced towards the office doors. Was this an emergency? I looked back at the camera feed and saw the woman now holding a small knife. Panic rushed through me and I jumped up. I couldn't approve her to ride up from here. Mr Marchetti did. This certainly seemed like an emergency.

I pulled open the door and I froze in my tracks. The sight before me was the last thing I ever expected to see. The fancy French woman from before and Xavier were on one of the couches. He lounged against the back with an almost bored expression on his face as he looked down at the ground. On the ground was Miss Deluca, on her knees. Now I wasn't some prude, but I was very much vanilla. So the sight of a grown woman on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, a blindfold over her eyes, and a collar around her neck while she gave a man a blowjob was shocking to say the least. Xavier glanced up and met my eyes and I felt a new sense of panic fill me at his stare. I turned and rushed from the room like my hair was on fire.

I felt my cheeks flush red hot as the image burned into my brain. I had never seen anything quite like that before. Nor did I ever think I would. Despite my shock and unease, I felt a heat spread through me, causing my cheeks to flush even brighter red. I sat at my desk and pressed my thighs together tightly to stop the crazy feelings stirring in my gut. I don't know how long I sat there in a half-daze before the door to the office opened. I didn't look up as I heard the heels click across to the elevator. I couldn't dare to look at her right now.

"In here. Now." I turned at Xavier's voice. It boomed with authority and I felt myself shrink in my seat. He turned and walked back into his office and I followed. I stopped about halfway to his desk and glanced towards the couch they had just been on. I was quick to turn back and follow him all the way to his desk. Though now my cheeks were bright red once more. I looked at the floor rather than at him. "What you saw doesn't leave this office." I looked up and nodded quickly.

"Of course sir." He frowned slightly as he looked me over. I fidgeted lightly under his gaze and he smirked softly.

"Did you like what you saw?" His voice had a teasing note to it, but I felt stunned. How could he ask me something like that?

"Sir, I do not think that is appropriate," I said firmly, and he scoffed.

"After what you just saw, I think we are past that." He said but shrugged softly. "Now what made you risk your job today?" It took me a minute to remember what had drawn me into the office in the first place.

"Your mother was in the elevator. She was shouting and crying. She even had a knife. I thought it was important," I explained, and he sighed.

"My mother is overly dramatic and she is not allowed in this building." His words were cold and I flinched lightly. Finally, he sighed again. "I suppose I should have informed you of this since you know her. This mistake is on me, but don't make another one." I nodded quickly and he waved a hand to dismiss me. I fled from the room before it could get more awkward. How the heck was I expected to act normally for the rest of the day? For the rest of the week?

When I was back at my desk, I took a deep breath but my heart was still hammering in my chest. I placed my palm over it and took a few deep breaths. I shifted in my chair softly and shut my eyes. I leaned forward and placed my head on my desk for a few seconds. Letting the cool wood calm my fiery cheeks. Finally, when I was mostly composed again, I turned back to my work. I kept glancing towards the office like he was going to yell at me again, but he never emerged again. Not like he needed to. It was the afternoon and I had learned he had his own private bathroom there as well. I had to restock it just last week. I felt a soft shudder as I realized why he had toothpaste in there. I scowled softly and tried to forget it ever happened.

As I was packing up for the day, the door to the office opened. Xavier never got off at the same time as me. He always stayed late to work another hour or so. So, as I heard the door open, I lowered my head into my purse like I couldn't find my car keys despite them being in sight. When I thought it was safe, I grabbed them and went to stand. Only to jump as I saw him leaning against my desk waiting for me. He raised an eyebrow slowly and I felt my cheeks flush.

"Yes sir?" I asked with a slight crack in my voice. I saw the flash of a brief smirk before he spoke.

"Tomorrow you need to come with me to a meeting. The person who usually does the minutes is sick. I assume you can handle that?" I blinked softly as I processed this. Tomorrow was technically my day off. Yet what choice did I really have? He was the boss. I tried to think about if I had made any plans. When I realized I had not, I nodded to his request. He pushed off my desk. "Good. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready by four." He walked back to his office and stopped with his hand on the door handle. "Wear a skirt. The people I am meeting don't look kindly on women in pants."

I watched as he went back into his office. Was that actual concern for me? I knew exactly the kind of men he meant. I frowned softly but realized he was right. Best to just go with it for one meeting. Besides, I wouldn't see any of my other co-workers there. Now I just had to tell Atticus that I was working on my day off for a meeting of unknown length across the city.