You are the Boss, Daddy

Five

05: Wet spot, tight spot

Marlene looked around after nonchalantly watching the car drive off. It was pointless for the argument they had about who would be leaving first had taken long enough for her to not just be increasingly more late, but for her colleagues to see her if they were around.

It was worth a shot anyway.

She held on to the sweatshirt that was seemingly shorter than she remembered before she made it to the bathrooms and took the first stall.

Phew! She breathed a sigh of relief. There was no time to waste.

Lifting the sweatshirt over her face, she finally took a whiff and recognised his cologne. Memories from last night returned to her instantly. She was still sore and every time she thought about what they did, what she did and how abrupt, thrilling and so unlike her it was, her v****a suddenly had a pulse.

"Focus!" She whisper yelled to herself before hanging the sweatshirt and taking out the dress pants. They looked nicer than she remembered.

"Where is the underwear?" She questioned when it suddenly dawned on her. She had forgotten her underwear at his place. It was probably still lying on that bathroom floor with that wet spot, if he had not already done something with it already.

How embarrassing. She was all over the place. Thankfully, she could not recall her schedule being packed in the morning, so at least she was on the safe side.

She quickly pulled the pants up each of her legs, her heart pounding hard when she realised they would not be the best fit. She breathed in, sucked her stomach in and silently wished she could shrink her hips and butt, and eventually, it worked. Sure, they gave her a bit of a wedgie, but the fabric was thick enough. Maybe no-one would notice.

She slipped the blouse on, hurriedly buttoned it up and then threw the matching blazer on. The clothes smelled amazing and looked as expensive as they were.

So at least while she was going to walk into her workplace looking a mess on the face, her clothes wouldn't tell everyone what she was up to immediately, or how she struggled to get herself together just to make it.

"Hi!" She greeted Ellie, the receptionist before she took the elavator to the fourth floor, where her office was.

She hoped she could sneak in unnoticed, but the second the doors slid open, there he was. Her worst nightmare.

Her lips were dry, she had bruises on her face.. Could be possible make a perfect excuse to match her appearance?

"Mr Hannes..." She started, swallowing hard when she noticed him checking the time on his gold wrist watch. It fit loosely on his wrist and yet he never bothered to get it adjusted.

He was dressed in a black suit, nothing new. His light brown hair was slicked back and his eyebrows as thick as always. If it was not for his lame style and annoying British accent, she would probably hate him less.

Wait.. Not true.

He had a rotten personality as far as she was concerned. Supposedly a boss, yet he had other people to do his job. He was a major shareholder and that meant he could have been sitting in his luxurious mansion and waiting till his involvement was necessary, but he insisted on prying and making his entire day just him getting on everyone's case and reminding them of his authority.

He was not even that old. It was definitely generational wealth that he was always boasting about. Maybe that upset her a little bit more. He had everything so easy and he knew nothing about hard work.

"Miss Layke" he smirked at her before she could even be quick enough to think on her feet.

"I... I know it is no excuse, but I got a flat tyre on my way to work because some man hit me in the back and he assaulted me too, it was...a nightmare." she breathed out. Why did she have to lie so much?

"Great. I have been wondering when you would use the free legal insurance that came with your last promotion. Give me the case number." He insisted and she gnawed on the inside of her cheek.

"His insurance is handling it." She lied and watched as he slowly approached her.

"This is not about the accident. He touched you." He reached for her face, sliding her hair away and revealing her bruise.

"Umm... I will handle it." She had no other option. She could see Claire and Lara watching from the printing room with rage in their eyes.

They already did not like her, the last thing she wanted was to further feed the idea they have spread around, that she is only making it because Hannes is into her.

"I promise this won't happen again. Can I please be dismissed?" She pleaded and Hannes kept his eyes fixed on her before nodding his head.

She got off easier than she thought she would.

She was relieved the second the walked into her office.. She greeted Wes, her secretary before opening the door to her office and throwing herself on her desk chair.

She made it. She had actually made it.

Not even a minute went by before Wes knocked at her door.

"Coffee?" He asked and she just nodded her head before taking the cup from his hand.

"Rough morning?" He asked and she only nodded once with her face still hurried in the cup. She was gulping it down fast. Wes already knew that she did not like her coffee hot in the summer and he made it perfect without her asking everytime.

"Do I have anyone to see soon?" She asked as a yawn escaped her lips and Wes slowly shook his head as he assessed her.

Something was different about her. Why was she acting the way she was acting. He had never seen her face this bare. While she rarely wore a lot of makeup to work. Her lips and eyelashes were at least always done. Seeing her with dry lips and frizzy hair was.... refreshing. He was unknowingly biting his lips and eyeing her breasts through the opening of the blouse. Not even a bra today?

"Please tell me my spare charger is still here." She wanted to check her shelf, but quickly remembered that she kept them locked and the key was in her car.

"Dammit! I don't have the key." She groaned and Wes held her shoulder, gently rubbing it.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked, eyeing her lips as he imagined her wrapping them around his hard d**k. While rubbing her shoulder, he made sure to reveal a bit more of the white blouse and instantly, he could see her n*****s poking out from inside.

He slowly adjusted his glasses to hide the fact that his gaze was nowhere on her face. She made it easy by closing her eyes and moaning in frustration.

Soon, she would be moaning his name. He wished for it long enough. He just needed to slowly show her that he is man enough for her, even if he works for her.

"I have a charger. I'll bring it in." He said before reluctantly letting go of her shoulder and adjusting his pants.

When he returned, her blazer was buttoned up and he nearly exploded with rage internally. His face showed nothing.

"Your car is in the parking lot. Some man drove it here and wouldn't give me the key. Only said you could go get it." When she heard those words, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

But how did the car get to her workplace before she could?

She gave it quick thought and soon realised, she never actually told Michael where she works. He already knew where to take her.

Why would he know that?

"Thank you, I'll go down soon." She let Wes walk out before she began to crack her head trying to remeber when she could have given him the address, but nothing. She definitely did no such thing.