In Love With My Boss

Twelve

'You know what I was thinking about, Liss?'

'What?'

'That I should redecorate my office.'

'Why?'

'Um, because it is so flat? The only things there are a desk, an uncomfortable chair and a bookcase full of files. I got bored of that. Just look at that for about two and a half months and see for yourself.'

'Fine. Anyway, it seems that by some miracle, you won't get fired any time sooner. But are you allowed to change that room? Don't you need some kind of permission or something?'

'Nah. He told me that I can do anything I want with it on my first day.'

We watch the movie in silence for a while.

'Hey, Liss.'

'What?'

'Wanna go shopping tomorrow?'

'Do you even have to ask?'

The next day we went to spend our money on cute useless things. Like, let's be honest. We wouldn't be girls if we wouldn't spend our hard earned money on things we don't need, right? And the more money we have, the more things we don't need we want. That's how the all of us women function. I don't get why guys say we are so hard to get, really now.

We lost almost half a day walking from store to store, looking for the perfect things to make me feel more like home into that little office because it seems that I am spending more and more time around there, as Dimitri would work late very often these days. He has an important project for some big future investor to finish, and he seems more stressed than ever, and by default, I get stressed too. It's like his moods transfer to me lately.

Oh, and everything he needed to hear from me one day was that I didn't mind staying late. Well, I actually told him that I didn't mind staying late that day only, but he didn't get my message clear enough, and now I am getting home around ten or eleven every day. But at least I am getting paid more for my after hours, which is nice.

And what surprises me most is that in these late hours we spend alone in that darkened office, when the temptation reaches higher limits than usual, he hasn't tried anything to make me get into his bed. He is just acting okay with me, unlike he did the first days I met him, and I am beginning to think that we are slowly but surely getting to become friends, not just an annoying boss and his pain in the ass secretary. And this feels good.

It is now Monday again and Dimitri has a business dinner at seven, so this means no staying late for me today. And this is the perfect occasion to get Lissa to help me change things around my office, as she has a day off. At six thirty he leaves and I immediately call her. Half an hour later, I am outside and help her carry upstairs all my new stuff. I am so excited!

The object I love most is my new chair. It is a light green office chair that is soooo comfortable. I would at least get rid of my back pain from spending so much time sitting.

We spent about two hours deciding which is the perfect spot for everything. We put a cork board with some cute animal pushpins on the wall behind my desk, hanged a cute boat painting on the wall in front, along with a calendar with some cute kittens. On my desk, we installed a lamp that has a special light bulb that would light up in different colors. I so love that lamp. And it is useful too. I wouldn't have to keep the lights open at night anymore. Also, I bought a cute photo frame and put inside a photo of me and Lissa from the trip to Manhattan we took back in high school. It would always remind me of the plans to get away from our forgotten town we made that day and how far we really got since that moment. I am so proud of us.

Lastly, we put a big fern on the left side of the door that takes you to Dimitri's office. After we finished, the office looked more like me. And to complete everything, Lissa bought me a little gift. She got me a coffee mug that has a unicorn on it and an inscription that says: 'I'm a freaking unicorn!'. That cup would always remind me of the glittery notebook I bought just to piss Belikov off. Ah, such good days. Too bad that I couldn't find another one just like that, because I like how his office looks with all that pink glitter.

I couldn't leave this place, not before showing Lissa the amazing view from Dimitri's office. So we made ourselves a cup of tea and entered his office.

'Are you sure we are allowed here?'

'Don't worry. He has an important dinner right now. And he usually doesn't come back. So we are completely safe, Liss.'

'Okay, if you say so.'

We get in and take a seat on his bureau, enjoying the view. It is simply amazing. You can see the city's lights and all of the moving cars from this height. Plus, the sky is so beautiful. It is clear, with no clouds to cover the moon, and the stars are so shiny. It is so romantic. We sit there for a while, just talking and enjoying the view. I never had the occasion to really admire the view before. I would always just get in and get out or I was too busy to waste the time looking out the window.

DPOV begins

After my stressful, unpleasant dinner, I call Tasha and tell her to meet me back at the office. I don't feel like taking her to my place, so the office is going to work just fine. I need to find a release from this all s****l tension that has been building inside me for the last two months. I can't take it anymore to see Rose walking around into those clothes. By telling her to do something about her clothes that day, I surely brought this to myself. And God, the things I would do to her. She looks simply amazing, even though she is not showing that much, as she would always button way too many buttons on her shirt, and since that day when she wore that way too short dress at work, she resumed to only wearing over the knee skirts or pants. Not that I would complain about those because when she turns to get out of my office, well, I can only say that it's hard for me not to call her back and get her on my desk.

And the fact that I am not allowed to touch all of that is killing me. She has made this thing very, very clear even from her first days. She is the first woman that ever resisted me. She doesn't respond to anything I do. Every time I try something she just pulls this face and creates distance between us and I can't push things any further. I am not that kind of man, I have boundaries. If she is not interested, I can't do anything about it. This thing never happened to me before and it is annoying the hell out of me. I want her to want me as much as I want her. Or even just a half.

I get to the office and Tasha is already here, into the hallway, waiting for me impatiently. I look at her and for a second I ask myself if I am doing the right thing. But I just can't get rid of all this tension in me. I tried everything from punching a bag until I couldn't feel my hands anymore to exhausting my body running and so many other things, but trust me, nothing worked so far. This is the best solution I could come up with. It may be wrong, but I need it so bad. So, taking morality out of context, I decide to go further. At least she wants me. Even though, I don't know, there is nothing that attracts me to her anymore. No other woman awakens my interest, not since I met Rose. All I can think of is her and every woman I see is instantly compared in my brain with her. And they all seem dull in comparison.

It was such a surprise for Tasha that I wanted to meet her here for this reason in particular, after so many failed attempts before we broke up and after our little talk in my office from two weeks ago. For me too, to be completely honest. I am totally aware that I told her I want us to break up and it has been like that for the past almost two months. I have kept her away from me no matter how much she insisted on us not being in fact broken up, and I still want to keep on to that, but this lust is burning inside me and I need to break free from it before I do something I might regret later.

I don't waste much time. I don't let her say anything; I just take her hand and get into Rose's office. The space looks different to me. It seems that she changed things around here. Maybe she finally decided to settle. I really wouldn't mind this. And I can still feel her perfume lingering around the room. I shake her image out of my head and give my attention to the woman in front of me. I take off her dress fast and throw it somewhere into the room. She's not even half like Rose, I get the confirmation, but I have to manage with what I have. I pick her up and begin to kiss and suck on her neck, to arouse her even more, my hands travelling up and down on her way too bony body. We get to the desk and I put Tasha on it as I continue my movements on her body.

DPOV ends

It was about eleven when we heard some noise coming from the other side of the door.

Lissa's eyes widen. 'Oh, s**t!'

'Stay calm; it is probably just Fred, the janitor. He usually comes here around this hour. He is the one reminding us that we remained here for too long again.'

But unfortunately, it isn't him. Because someone begins to speak. Or moan, put it as you want. It's a woman.

'Mmmm, Dimitri.'

'Oh, f**k me.' I whisper. So Tasha was his important business dinner tonight, right? After their little fight two weeks ago, he had to find a way to make it up to her, right? It surprises me that he didn't do this earlier. I mean, two weeks of being upset on each other is kind of a lot, but what do I know about their weird relationship anyway? But maybe her being out of town for the past two weeks didn't help their cause either. Maybe this is some kind of welcome back s*x too. I always heard it gets better when you are away from a person for some time. But what do I really know, right? It's their thing after all.

'Who's that?'

'It's f*****g Tasha.' I say completely disgusted. But why am I so upset about it?

'Really?' she says in a high pitched voice.

'Shhhh! Don't speak so loud. They might hear us.'

'Sorry.'

'Hey, maybe they will stay there.'

'Oh, take me already!' Tasha says in a horny tone.

'What are they doing?' Lissa ask.

'What do you think, smartass? Have you heard of s*x lately? I thought that you and Chri-'

I hear some object falling and then Tasha speaks again.

'What the hell is this? Who put this lamp here?' oh, what now? Are they going to f**k on my desk? I thought that they were going to use the wall or something. Yuck. I am going to pour two liters of disinfectant on it tomorrow morning.

'I don't know.' is Dimitri's response.

We were now very quiet, trying not to move, in order not to attract anyone's attention.

'Ugh, she redecorated? It's so ugly. It's like we are in a kid's room. I don't like it. You should tell her to change things to how they were before.'

'Oh, I am so going to punch her.' I tell Lissa and she gestures me to shut up.

'I think it's nice. This room has always been so bland. And it's her space. Let her decorate it how she wants.' a smile appears on my lips at his response. So he likes it.

'And who is this? Is she a lesbian?'

At that, both Lissa and I laugh.

'Did you hear that?' Dimitri asks.

Oh, damn. We are going to get busted if we don't keep quiet.

'No. Now let's resume what we were doing baby. But take me to your office. I'll fit on your desk better. You never took me there when we did it.'

Lissa and I look at each other. 'What should we do? Can we hide somewhere?'

'Nope, the only way out is that door. Or we can smash the window and jump. I am totally down for this. Or we can hide under the desk. But we will be just under the action.'

But as we were searching for a place to hide, the door opens and Dimitri enters, with Tasha attached to him, dressed in only her underwear. Seeing them, something resembling jealousy fills my heart. Why am I even being jealous to begin with? It's not like the man owes me something. She is his girlfriend after all. And it's a good thing that he's busy with her. Like this, he won't make any moves on me and I can't be happier.

He stops when he sees us and puts Tasha down.

DPOV begins

Seeing Rose in here simply comes as a slap to me. Her expression changes for a second as she lays her eyes on me, but she is restraining herself well, not letting her feelings slip. I can't decipher her. Is that disgust I see in her eyes? And if it would be, isn't she right? I mean, look at me and what I am doing now.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel the urge to apologize for what I was going to do with Tasha. I take another look at the brunette as she is trying to cover herself and my whole mood turns to dust in a second, the fog covering my mind vanishing. What the hell was I about to do? I don't really want her. In my mind, I was simply substituting Rose with her and it is so wrong for me to do so. It's wrong to use Tasha like this, to play with her feelings. I shouldn't have done this. And I need to clarify things with her later, this is sure. I turn my attention to the two women in front of me and I want to say something, anything, but I don't get the chance, because Rose begins to move.

DPOV ends

The only thing I could think of was to grab Lissa's hand and to drag her out, along with me.

As we get closer to them, I look at him and say 'Sorry, Mister Belikov' and we get out.

As the door is closing, Lissa drops the bomb:

'You told me he was a snack, but I have to tell you, your boss is a whole ass meal, Rose.' and she didn't whisper. This girl has no idea what whispering is.

'Shhhh!' I respond as I turn my head to see if the door closed behind us. It wasn't fully closed and I could see Dimitri's side face with a little smile on his lips. Oh God, he surely heard that.

We get into the elevator and as soon as the doors close, we burst into laughter. We were literally crying when we got to the first floor.

'Do you think he heard me?'

'Oh, I don't think that, I know for sure.'

'Oh, s**t. I am sorry.'

'Nah, don't be. I have said a lot more stupid things than that.'

And all the way home, we were still laughing from time to time.

And even though the thing that just happened before is funny as hell, I mean, I just ''caught'' my boss as he was going to get laid, and I wasn't really supposed to be in his office at that hour, I can't seem to shake this strong anger in me that appeared the second I saw Tasha attached to his body and it doesn't let go of me, hours after the incident. I am pissed off on myself too, for actually beginning to believe that he might actually be a nice guy. But what just happened in there proved me one more time that he is nothing more than a player and that every nice gesture he has done is nothing more than a stratagem to get me into his bed and that only means that I should just stay as far away from him as possible because he can't do me any good.