My CEO Boss Hates Me

So this is what it feels like

When Joanne opened her eyes the next morning, she was in a foul mood. It didn't get better as the hours went by. She checked her phone as she locked the front door of her house. A text was there from Sebastian and she clicked on it. It was Claude's home address along with a good luck text. With a sad smile, she flagged down a taxi and told the driver the address.

As luck would have it, the car broke down a few blocks from Claude's mansion. The neighborhood was high end and Joanne felt out of place in her sundress and sandals. She also had a battered backpack that wasn't much protection for her laptop.

"I'll walk from here, thanks." Joanne told the driver as she counted out his bill and put it into his outstretched hand. The driver smiled at her and thanked her kindly as she walked towards the biggest mansion. Even though she was a few blocks away, she could still see some part of his roof. As she got closer, she heard the incessant barking of a dog and she gulped.

Joanne was afraid of dogs after a childhood incident that left her with a chipped tooth. She had long since gotten the tooth fixed, but the fear remained. She knocked her knuckles lightly against the black gate and waited for a few seconds as a uniformed guard pulled it open. She was just about to step in when the guard held out a gloved hand to stop her.

"What's your purpose here?" He asked snidely, looking at her up and down.

"I'm Mr. Frederickson's assistant? I was told to come here daily to help him out with business related.....stuff," She ended weakly.

"Proof?" The guard asked, not budging an inch. Joanne pulled out her phone and showed him Sebastian's message as well as some files on her laptop. Finally, he said "Come in."

He escorted her inside the mansion to the first sitting room. While they were walking inside, Joanne saw that Claude's entire front yard was a beautiful garden with a stone pathway leading directly to the large glass front doors.

When she stepped into the air conditioned foyer, she wrapped her arms around her body and shivered. The guard paid no attention to her and asked her to take a seat in the sitting room further down into the house.

A uniformed maid walked into the sitting room and screeched, dropping her washcloth. Quickly, she picked it up and apologized. "I'm so sorry ma'am, to startle you. I didn't realize Mr. Frederickson had visitors."

The maid was beautiful. She had blonde hair and blue eyes as well as rosy cheeks and lips. Her uniform was slightly revealing. Her breasts were almost popping out of the top of her shirt and the buttons were straining to stay closed. The skirt was short and would probably expose her panties if she bent over. Joanne was disgusted that Claude would sexualize his workers but she decided not to say anything.

"May I see your boss, please?" Joanne asked politely.

The girl looked confused, then she giggled. "Oh, I'm an escort honey. I was just leaving. He's in his bedroom." With that, the girl picked up her clutch from a glass table beside her and hurried out.

Joanne got up and started to look for Claude's room. She regretted not asking the escort where his room was and she couldn't find any actual maids to ask. She had tried calling out several times but nobody had answered her. After checking out 3 other bedrooms and a large bathroom, she finally found Claude's room.

It was a beautiful masculine room. He had a large queen sized bed covered in dark green sheets and comforter. The brown pillows looked silky and soft. There was a large balcony right across from Claude's bed. The ac unit in the room hummed softly as Joanne put her back down on the carpeted floor and crept over to Claude's bed.

"Excuse me, sir," She whispered hesitantly as she tapped his naked shoulder. His eyes were closed. They were still swollen but they had started to get their natural size back. The bump on his head as well. His left arm was in a cast and there were hollows in his cheeks. The covers were pulled up to his waist and his entire chest and stomach was bare. Joanne felt her cheeks grow hot. She shouldn't be looking at her boss' body in that way. She tapped his uninjured shoulder again. "Sir?" Then she yelped.

Claude's uninjured arm had wrapped around her and he easily pulled her petite body on top of his. His c**k was hard, she could feel it through the thin sheets. She struggled to squirm away without hurting his arm, but Claude pulled her down against his mouth for a wet kiss.

Joanne only had time to gasp before he slid his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was soft and he tasted like mint. Her body instantly betrayed her and she found herself straddling him and kissing him back. His lips were full and soft.

Joanne threaded all her fingers into his head and marvelled at the softness of his dark hair. She was getting wet and she knew he could feel it because he thrust his hip upwards so that the tip of his d**k was rubbing against the seat of her panties. His one arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer against his hard chest as he continued assaulting her mouth.

Joanne pulled back to place soft kisses against his sharp jawline. His eyes were still closed, but he chuckled and she brought her lips back to his, kissing him slowly. Somehow, his hand slipped underneath her dress and he pulled her simple cotton panties to the side and rubbed a cold finger up and down her wet slit. Joanne gasped and jerked her body away, but he pulled her back down.