Bending My Straight Boss

Teasing Mr. Greco.

ALEX’S POINT OF VIEW

That was quite the conversation. I know he’s not gay, but now he thinks that I think he’s gay. Or at least he’s f*****g his brains. Good. I f**k my brains because of his unbearable hot ass every day.

I go in my office, which is right next to his and it’s separated by a big glass wall, and if he's looking just a bit at his left, he can see me smirking like the devil that I am, but he's not, and I can’t help but laugh.

And how could I not? He’s looking into thin air, biting his cheek nervously, frowning, and shaking his head as if he's scolding himself.

He’s definitely thinking that I’m thinking that he’s gay. I can’t wait to tell my crazy as Hell best friend, Bianca, about this. She's gonna have a field trip for weeks with this. She doesn't know him personally, well, not many people do. Except for me, a few, not every business partner, and of course, the bimbo's that he f***s, because the man is extremely asocial, and...rude. I mean, I think he knows that he's rude as Hell, and cold, and has zero social skills or heart, and being smart, to be honest, the smartest man I met, he probably keeps to himself. But then again, he built this company from scratch with hard work and intelligence, not smiles and ass-kissing. And that's another reason why I take his s**t and don't quit. I honestly look up to him. He doesn't talk a lot about his life, but I do know that his family was poor, and I mean really poor. Maybe that's why he's so cold and unaffected.

He is always guarded and doesn't trust anything that it's not black on white and signed, and that makes me wonder if he's been hurt before, or he was cheated and let down by too many people.

I advert my gaze and take a few deep breaths to shake these thoughts and mentally slap myself from thinking so deep s**t that's none of my business or my concern, then start working and making preparations for the trip to California.

That’s one thing that I love about this job. I get to fly somewhere at least once a month. We don’t stay long, but I always make sure that I get to have some fun for one day.

As usual, I order my lunch and eat it while I’m working, and when my body starts screaming in pain and my back begs to be stretched, I lift my arms over my head and arch my back until I hear those satisfying cracks as the pressure releases and the air seem easier to breathe.

My eyes jump to the huge silver, clock that's on the left wall, or a more accurate description would be numbers glued by the wall, making the office look super modern, and I see that it’s already 3:30 p.m.

I lean on my chair, then take the liberty of looking at my dear boss, admiring the work of art that the Gods made for us, humble humans to look at, but only a few to touch.

I mean, a specimen as himself should be at everyone's disposal. Ok, maybe not at everyone's disposal, but at mine. Yeah, that's a nice dream that's never gonna come true.

As usual, his sleeves are up, showing the tattooed forearm that drives me insane, because damn...-do I want to know what's underneath the entire shirt-, his tie is loose in an inhumanly sexy manner, the three buttons that are no longer buttoned makes the view even more illegality erotic, -because I'm more than f*****g positive that it's illegal to look like this in some part of the world-, and his black hair is in sexy disarray, taunting my imagination and making my finger twitch with the desire of running through it, tug on it as his sexy lips and pearly teeth brush my heated skin, covering it with his sweet saliva and shivers of pleasure, then leave painful marks in their trail, all over my aching body...

Fuck, the man is hot as fire. And I'm hard as f*****g cement!

I try to get my mind out of the gutter, 'cause in this rhythm, I'll come in my pants, and guide my mind on a different path. Fun and teasing!

I look at him hoping that he’ll look back and notice that I’m staring, and after a few minutes, he looks, and I smirk and bite my lip as if I'm eye-f*****g him, but in reality, I'm doing my damn best not to laugh, and ok ... maybe a bit of eye-f*****g as well.

He rolls his eyes, takes the phone, and calls me.

" Why are you not working? " He asks in a disapproving tone, but either it's my imagination, or he's trying not to let his full lips curl into a smile, anyway, he's not intimidating me.

" I took a little break. I ate lunch while working, so I think I deserve a five minutes break to relax." I reply in a cocky voice, and he groans.

" Relax? You’re ... staring at me. " He most probably wanted to say EYE f**k ME, but changed his mind last second.

I suppress a laugh and bite my lip, and continue my play, keeping the teasing voice and eye-f*****g look.

" I told you. This is the best part of the day. That’s how I relax. These five minutes are the reason why I’ll come to work tomorrow. So, if you want to have a P.A., I suggest you leave me alone and continue being illegality sexy while you work. " I answer with a smirk, then lick my lips and hum in appreciation as I let my eyes roam his upper body, and he lost the fight as a chuckle escaped his mouth, and shakes his head.

" You’re lucky that you’re good at what you do." He says, and now I'm the one rolling my eyes and add a light scoff.

" No. You’re lucky that I’m gay and I have a dirty mind. Otherwise, you would’ve had at least 50 P.A.’s in the last 9 months. " I reply as an honest fact and he laughs again, blessing me again with that smooth, velvety sound that sends shivers down my spine, and I decide not to let him know what effect his laughter has on me, so instead of moaning as my body wants to, I chuckle.

" You really have a beautiful laugh. You should laugh more often." I express my honest opinion, and he shrugs his broad shoulders.

" If I have reasons, I will. " He replies, making me smirk.

" So, to make you laugh, I have to talk dirty to you," I reply with a grin and wiggle my eyebrows, and he laughs again.

Maybe there's something more than ice under that gorgeousness.

"Don’t you have a boyfriend? " He asks almost hopefully as if if I had, I wouldn't tease him. But, as I said, he started this and ... well ... I didn't at first, but now I must admit that I enjoy it.

" You and I both know that I don’t have time for a personal life. And it wouldn’t be fair for the guy. " I answer as I lean back in my comfy chair, untying my hair and running my fingers through it, then let it fall on a side, and he narrows his eyes and looks at me with a mixed expression on his face, but not being so close, and not seeing most of these new emotions until now, I could identify only two. Curiosity and confusion.

" Why? " I barely contain the satisfied smile that threatens to cover my face as he falls in my trap by asking me this.

" Well … doing things with him while thinking of you ... it wouldn’t be nice of me now, would it? " I barely control myself not to burst out laughing like crazy at the look of shock that covers his face.

" You would … while? " He asks hesitantly, and I nod confidently, pushing the laughter that's oh so f*****g hard to control, and lick my lips, then bite it for a second before I answer.

" Who do you think helps me in the shower? " His eyes got even wider, and now I'm afraid that they will fall out of their sockets.

" You’re lying. " He says, or accuses, depends on how you take it, after a minute, and I place my elbows on my desk and lean forward, then look at him with a serious expression on my face to make sure that he believes me, that he sees the truth in my eyes.

" Mr. Greco, I never lie," I answer very honestly and lick my lips as images with him in different circumstances, and none of them close to holy, comes into my mind and my d**k starts coming to life, twitching against the zipper of my suit pants. f**k!

The groan that's about to escape my lips is replaced by an almost silent chuckle at his reaction. The way he lost eye contact and the failed attempt of hiding the blush that painted his cheeks by hiding his face in his hand makes my heart grow because only God knows how many times and how damn hard I prayed that a day will come when I'll get a damn human reaction except for anger and irritation.

" You really have a dirty mind." He says without looking at me, focusing his gaze on his laptop, and I bite my lip hard in order not to laugh.

" And you have no idea how dirty. " I reply in a teasing tone, and he shakes his head.

" Go back to work. " He commands in a foreign tone of voice, then hangs up, keeping his gaze on the laptop, and I finally burst out laughing.

The sexy God thought that he's the only one that can be intimidating? I may not look like it, but, damn ... I'm a kinky motherfucker with a dirty mind, and f*****g proud of it also. And when someone starts me, I'm hard to turn off.