My CEO Boss Hates Me

Things are getting messy

Joanne put on her dress and while she was doing it, her hands were trembling. The cold was starting to get to her since she wasn't rubbing her body against Claude's. Her n*****s were still hard and she must have kicked her panties under the bed when she was undressing herself and she was too embarrassed to bend over and pick it up.

There was a couch in the room that Joanne never noticed when she first walked in. It was a little far from the bed, but she would be able to hear every word he said from where he was. She sat down and the velvet material of the couch rubbed against her p***y. She shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore the sensation of the fabric on her bare skin. Opening her laptop, she prepared to work.

There were still a lot of things she had to do, but she couldn't think clearly enough. Her mind kept going back to what had happened with Claude just a few moments ago. Joanne glanced up at his bed. The sheets were tented slightly because of his erection and his eyes were closed. he kept rubbing his hand over his mouth and beard slowly. Ashamed, Joanne kept her eyes on her laptop and never looked back up at the bed.

Claude had fallen asleep. His dreams were full of visions of Joanne's naked body. He groaned and tried to divert his thoughts. He was old, his hair was starting to turn gray. He had no business touching a 19 year old. Her body had been soft and her perfume was musky. If he inhaled, he could still smell it as if she was still sitting on his face. He murmured her name in his sleep and he could have sworn he heard her answer. Slowly, he opened his eyes and she was standing beside his bed, looking down at him with concern. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up from sleep or maybe he was just drunk on her taste, but he kissed her. He pulled her down swiftly and kissed her. He felt her body relax just for a second before she stiffened and pushed him away with all the strength she could manage.

"Sir, I don't think we should do that," Joanne choked out, backing away from the bed. Claude was about to tell her that it didn't matter anymore when David barged into his room without bothering to knock.

He was dressed in a causal outfit. A button down shirt and a pair of expensive jeans. Claude groaned and rubbed his eyes with his good hand. Both men looked at Joanne and she felt nervous. She excused herself to the bathroom quickly.

"What was that?" David asked cheekily as he lowered himself onto the side of Claude's bed.

"I didn't invite you to sit. Get up." Claude said rudely.

Used to his cousin's bad behavior, David just chuckled. "I don't think I will. Let me make myself comfortable." David fluffed a pillow and reclined against it, kicking up his feet and putting it right on the bed.

Claude rolled his eyes. "Get off before I punch your stupid face in."

David pretended to be offended with a fake gasped. The he laughed. It was a deep, masculine sound. "With what arm?"

Claude didn't find David's joke funny, but it was quite obvious that David was not getting off the bed. Not for all the tea in China. "What do you want?"

"I just came to check up on you." Claude scoffed and David shook his head. "I'm serious man, how are you feeling?"

Claude could tell he was truly concerned, so he said, "I'm getting better."

David sigh. "Great, because you still look like shit." He burst out laughing and Claude ignored him. "That assistant of yours is very sexy." He said, trying to change the topic. Normally, he would never have shown interest in somebody as poor as Joanne, but when he'd seen her n*****s tenting the fabric of her dress, he was sure he had to taste them atleast once.

"Stop talking about her. You're almost as old as me. You could be her father."

"Uh huh. I'll make her call me daddy," he chuckled, punching Claude's good shoulder. "What's her number?"

Claude could feel his anger growing and he tried to put a lid on it. "Shut up. Everything is not about s*x, you know."

"It sure does make life worth living," he said as he hopped off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To find her and plead my case. I'll offer her some money and she'll fall right into my arms."

Claude was losing his temper. "f**k off."

David's delighted laughter rang through the walls. As he made his way to the bathroom. He knocked on the door gently. "Hello?"

"I'll be out in a second!" Joanne answered quickly. She didn't really have to use the bathroom and she was out in a few seconds. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed that David was too close to the door and there was no way she could get out without rubbing her body against him. "Excuse me," she politely said.

"Oh sorry," David answered in a fake sweet voice. "Let me walk you back to Claude's room." Without waiting for her to accept he put his hand on her lower back and began to steer her in the direction of the room.

Joanne felt uncomfortable and tried to walk as fast as she could, but David would always catch up to her.

Then he asked her, "Do you like having s*x Johanna?"

"It's Joanne and that's incredibly unprofessional of you." She grabbed his hand and pushed it against his side, patting it gently.

"What if I sweetened the pot and offered money?" He smiled an oily smile that made Joanne want to punch him.

What she said next was something that she rarely said, but it held power. "f**k you."