My hard boss

Chapter 9 - You did this on purpose

Edmund had felt tired, so he had decided to go to his room and rest a little before setting out for the party. He noticed his wardrobe was open, but he did not think much of it. Maybe his nanny had come to tidy up things. He had taken off his jacket and shirt and had lain on the bed.

The next thing he heard was a scream behind him. She was wearing nothing more than his polo shirt, which was a very large size. Her cheeks were red and burning. He began to think about what this meant. Was this deliberate, or was it a coincidence he did not understand? He wanted to believe it was deliberate. "Sally, I never knew you were so impatient. All those hard words you threw at me were just to cover up your feelings, right?" He rose to his feet.

Was he going nuts? Sally thought. Or had he known she was here and come in too? Why wasn't he wearing a shirt? She began to use her eyes to look for the closest thing she could use to defend herself. She just might need it. "I assure you, sir, you are mistaken. Sir, what are you doing here with your shirt off?"

She could not help but gaze at him.

Like the gentle waves of the summer sea, his abdomen was chiseled with well-defined ridges of muscle that rippled beneath his skin. They testified to his rigorous dedication to fitness. His neck was strong and lean, with tendons that stood out in subtle relief as he moved towards her.

She was staring at his body, and he noticed. "You like what you see, do you not?"

"Sir, do not get any ideas," she said as she moved backward. His walk towards her was slow and suggestive. She had to talk him out of it. "Sir, I rushed in here because I had a certain problem. I needed to... clean up. Do you understand?"

He was closer now. "You had a certain problem? Let me guess, you could not stop thinking about me. Because, Sally dear, this is my room."

She gasped. They were just two steps away from each other, and her back had reached the wall. "I did not know this was your room."

He placed his hand on the wall, blocking her means of escape. Then, he used his other hand to lift her head. "You can be sincere with me, Sally dear. I can make this evening very memorable for both of us." He whispered in her ear, "You will like it."

The moment his other hand left her face, she squatted and placed her hands behind her. She was reaching for something.

He squatted too. "You came here of your own accord. Why are you playing hard to get?"

She immediately brought out what she was holding behind her. It was her blood-stained dress. On sighting it, he backed off.

He rose to his feet and moved a few paces away.

"This is what I came here to do. I had no idea this was your room. I just ran into the closest room," she said, holding up her stained dress.

He ran his hand through his hair. "s**t!"

"No one asked you to be a p*****t. You follow everything female," she whispered.

He heard her. "I heard you."

She swallowed hard. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She held it tightly and bent forward.

"Are you alright?" he asked. The frustration in his eyes quickly shifted to concern.

"Cramps," she replied. "Do you have any painkillers?"

"No," he answered.

"You have to help me buy some," she whimpered, clutching her belly and moaning in pain, this time louder.

"And what if I do not want to?" he questioned.

In an instant, her eyes turned as meek as a dog's when begging for something. "Please, sir, could you help me? Show mercy. I am in so much pain."

He smiled, sensing her manipulation. "You are such a bootlicker; why not?"

He stood up and began putting on his clothes.

He heard her voice behind him. "While you are at it, could you please get me some sanitary pads? I do not have any."

He froze. "You are going too far."

He thought he heard her laugh. "I might very well stain your bed then."

"Get out of my room," he blurted out, his voice firm.

She shouted as she clutched her stomach tightly. He rushed to her side. "Please help me, sir." She knew he would do it now.

***

Jasmine walked around the party, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend. She spotted Edmund's secretary, Bernice. Dancing closer, Jasmine whispered, "I told you to make sure that girl didn't come to the party."

"I am sorry, madam. I tried at first, but early this morning, the boss asked if everyone, including Sally, had received their invitation. I had no choice but to give her the invitation by noon today. I thought she would not come since she got it late. I am sorry, Miss Jasmine," Bernice apologized.

"Next time, do a better job," Jasmine replied, walking away.

She approached Edmund's grandmother, Elizabeth. "Grandma, have you seen Edmund?"

"No, dear," her grandmother replied.

Where could Edmund be? Jasmine thought, beginning to panic. Then it struck her: the last time she had seen Edmund was when Sally entered the party.

***

Edmund had bought the items and was about to go home when he decided to stop at a clothing store. He picked up a beautiful blue dress, matching shoes, and jewelry. He could guess Sally's size and knew the outfit would look lovely on her.

When Edmund got back, he entered through the back door to avoid anyone noticing him carrying sanitary pads. He rushed to his room and found that Sally had piled more than three pillows beneath her stomach. She must really be in pain.

"I have got everything you need," he said.

He brought out the medicine along with a glass of water. She took it and then said, "Thank you. But now I need to eat. Please get me some food."

He shot her a questioning glance.

"My kind boss, I have to take the medicine with food so it can work properly. Besides, I did not eat before coming here; I needed to fit into my roommate's dress," she explained.

He chuckled softly.

He stood up and went to the kitchen, warming some milk and putting bread and jam on a plate.

Returning to the room, he set the dish before her. She was already seated, gazing at him, then at the food. "I thought rich people ate more lavish meals."

He raised an eyebrow. "Will you eat or not?"

He attempted to take the tray from her, but she held his hand to stop him.

She smiled. "I am grateful." She began to eat, hurrying through the meal.

"Seeing you eat like this, I might give you a raise," he joked.

"A raise would be nice, but I assure you, I eat well. I did not eat earlier because my roommate is slimmer than I am, so I couldn't eat if I wanted to wear her dress comfortably," she explained once her mouth was free of food.

"Why didn't you prepare a dress?" he asked.

"I got my invitation today," she replied.

He frowned, planning to ask his secretary Bernice about that.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jasmine entered. Her eyes took in the scene as time seemed to freeze. Sally could already sense the brewing misunderstanding.

When Jasmine regained her voice, she yelled, "You shameless w***e!"