DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Collections.

F**CKING MY BOSS 4

Samantha's POV

As I lay in bed that night, I felt as if Derek's c**k was still inside me. It took a lot of effort and wincing to be able to close my legs. My p***y was a little bit sore but I felt fulfilled nevertheless. After our messy s*x, Derek had put on his clothes and left, acknowledging me only with a self-satisfied smirk.

It didn't take long before the gentle hands of sleep claimed me. A shrill sound forced me from my sleep the next morning. Groaning in frustration, I rolled to the edge of the bed. I turned the alarm off with one swift tap of my fingers then I rolled onto my back. The soreness between my legs was still there. But it was different compared to the previous night. Still drowsy, I closed my eyes to sleep. I was to open it a second later when I suddenly remembered what day it was.

Just like everyone else, I hated Mondays, and I wished it didn't have to be so important in my life. I got up from bed with a yawn, stretching lazily as soon as my legs touched the floor. Checking the screen of my phone, I saw that I had less than two hours before I could be considered late.

With that in mind, I headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, had my bath, and returned to the room. All that took only forty minutes. After another twenty minutes, I was ready to go. Before leaving the room, I stopped in front of my full length mirror to do a dress check. Everything was perfect, just like I always made sure it was.

I smacked my lips and rewarded myself with a pleasant smile before finally leaving the house. Thoughts of Derek found their way into my mind during the cab ride to my destination. Since I only went to the gym on weekends, I knew I was going to have to settle for those thoughts alone until the end of the week.

“We're here, ma'am,” the driver's ladylike voice broke into my thoughts. His body betrayed his physique, which was similar to Derek's chiseled own.

I dug into my purse and produced a few dollar notes which I handed to him. He was beaming as he received it and as soon as I was out of the car, he zoomed off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. I spent a few seconds admiring the tall building in front of me. After getting hired the previous Thursday, a part of me had been expecting something to go wrong. But here I was, five days later, ready for my first day at work. I got in, made my way up to the top floor, and headed down the corridor that led to the boss’ office.

Before going into the office, I waited a few seconds at the door, collecting myself. Satisfied that everything was in place, I gave the door a soft knock.

“Come in,” a faint voice called.

I did just that, taking slow steps into the well-furnished office. The boss’s chair and desk were to the right of the office, and a small leather sofa was positioned close to it.

“Yes, yes. I'll get to that soon,” he was saying. It took me a few seconds to realize he was on the phone with someone.

“Alright then. Just keep me posted, John. And I don't need to remind you how important this is.”

That voice…

My heart started racing as realization hit me. At that same moment, the chair behind the desk spun around to reveal the person sitting in it.

“De…Derek?” I stuttered.

All at once, memories of last night played into my mind. His hands, those massive hands that had given me so much pleasure, were now hidden by a plain white shirt.

“Samantha,” he said, not showing as much surprise as he did. He sat forward in the chair, giving me that smile that made me weak in the knees. “How did you know to look for me here?”

His eyes glinted with amusement as he rose from his chair. It took me a few seconds to process his words and a few more moments to come up with a reasonable answer. During that space of time, he had already walked around his desk to lean against the fronts. With his arms folded to his chest, the outline of his muscles became visible through his shirt.

“I wasn't looking for you,” I answered, hesitating before I added, “I work here.”

Realization slowly flashed across his eyes. “You're the new employee?”

“Yes.”

“What a surprise. A pleasant one at that.” His eyes roamed my body and I saw something flicker in them. Something I wasn't willing to acknowledge.

He gestured towards the sofa. “Come and have your seat.”

My legs moved of their own volition and I found myself settling in the sofa. Inside, my mind was running wild. Just how crazy was it that the man that I’d had wild s*x with the previous night turned out to be my new boss. Add that to the fact that he was way older than me.

You really outdid yourself this time, Samantha, I thought.

While I was sitting on the sofa, Derek headed towards the door. I allowed my eyes to travel around the office, admiring everything in sight. I was still caught up in that when I heard a sudden clicking sound. My head snapped in Derek's direction.

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I was well aware of what just happened.

“Giving us private time.” He said it in the same casual manner one would answer a question about their favorite food.

“I'm supposed to start work in less than an hour,” I reminded him, trying to be the professional one. I was well aware of how this promised to turn out, but my job took precedent over my desires at that point.

“I'm the boss here,” he said, oozing confidence. “You know what that means? I decide what happens and what doesn't happen here. So relax, Samantha. Enjoy this opportunity I'm giving you.”

Left with no other choice, I did just that.