In Love With My Boss

Four

'Mister Belikov, this is your new secretary.' Alberta speaks from behind me.

Hearing her speaking, some of my shock disappears and I open my mouth again to say sorry. But he raises a hand and cuts me off.

'I don't want to hear it. Just follow me. Make yourself useful.' he says and gets out of the office.

I realize that I am in deep s**t. Like, the deepest s**t that ever existed on this planet. And I am in it. This man has a reputation of being able to drive someone insane in a matter of minutes. Only the strongest minded people have the courage to work with this man. And what am I still doing here? I have already f****d up. Why isn't he firing me already? Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?

'What are you waiting for little girl?' asks Alberta. 'Go! Do your job. Hurry!' and she gestures some more, urging me to get out the door.

I snap out of my bewilderment and get out of the office, running after my new boss and match his pace.

As he is walking along the hallway, everybody is getting out of his way, making him space to pass and greets him with the typical ''Good afternoon, Mister Belikov'' and a little bow. Wow, so much respect! I roll my eyes. What a bunch of ass-kissers. But wait; am I not one of them now, technically?

But you know what? I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Nobody bothered to tell me who my boss was going to be. So I will act in such a manner that I will get fired. I have no interest in staying for too long into this company anyway, not with this man as my boss, that's for sure. I am making my priority to see how much I can affront this man. Let's see who snaps first. I will not be his little puppy. I won't kiss his ass.

I follow him around the building, not saying anything, acting just like his shadow. And at some point he finally notices that I still exist in his important world, turns his head my way and asks:

'Are you still here?'

I look at him and nod. 'Mhm.' I am not leaving until you kick me out, boy. But first I would like very much to drive you crazy.

'Fine. Follow me.' he says and speeds up his pace. I practically run after him into the long hallway. Damn you and your long legs, Belikov. We get into the elevator.

He presses the button of the last story. Wow. I have never been so high. We are going to the 50th story of this building. Of course that there is his office. So cliché. What was I even expecting? He is the king of everything around here, after all. And he sure as hell acts like one, I see.

As we ascend, I get the chance to actually see him. Do you remember Eddie from earlier? Yeah, you do? Forget him now, because this Belikov guy is a hundred times hotter. First of all, he is tall. Veeeery tall. Maybe 6'6 or 6'7. I don't think I'll ever be able to look into his eyes without tilting my head. Not even if I would wear some very high high heels. His hair is chocolate-brown, about shoulder length and tied at the nape of his neck into a perfect low ponytail. Hell, I can't even pull this perfection, even though I have been putting up my hair since I was five. His eyes are dark brown, his lips are perfectly shaped and plump enough, oh, and his jaw is sculpted just like David's. He is very handsome, I won't deny that. Ah, who am I kidding? He is smoking hot. Almost too hot for his own wellbeing if you ask me. Going further, he sits straight with his chin slightly lifted up and somehow manages to look graceful considering his stature, and this only makes him even hotter into his simple dark suit, with a perfectly white shirt and a black tie completing the outfit. Yeah, this man really knows how to command respect just by his presence. Hell, I feel obedient just by being around him.

I am about to drool all over the floor when he turns his head in my direction. I realize that I have been caught staring and I move my eyes to the elevator's buttons. Am I blushing? I am surely blushing right now. I hope to God that I am not.

The elevator stops, the doors open but he doesn't get out. What, are we going to work in here, in the elevator? This building is so f*****g big. Doesn't he have an office or something? Is he the unconventional type? Well, then I am curious to see where he is holding his meetings.

'Will you?' he asks. I turn my head his way, confused. He is showing me the exit. Oh, he wants me to exit first. Wow, I didn't think he would be so polite. At least not with me, and not after what I said earlier.

'Oh, thank you.' I say and I get out and step slowly forward. I am heading towards the only door I see. As I reach it, he extends a hand past me and opens it. As his hand pushes the door, I observe his hands too. He has long thin fingers, just like pianists have. And as the muscles contract, the veins on his hand pop up. Oh, I wonder how those fingers would feel all over my body. What? Rose, stop it. He's your f*****g boss. Yeah, I know! But everything about him is so f*****g hot.

I enter and I find myself into a very bland little office. It has white walls, with nothing hanged on them except a clock on the left wall that is filling the air with its ticking. On the right side, next to a door are a desk and a chair. Behind them is another door. Closer to the door I entered are two stacks of shelves filled with colorful files. In one word, that room is completely boring.

'This is your space.' Yay! Just my luck. 'You can do whatever you like with it.' Thank God. 'That door takes you to my office. Nobody enters without my permission, understood?' I nod rapidly. 'Good. Come.' he says and enters his office. I follow.

I am so surprised that my mouth practically drops. His office is magnificent comparing to mine. Well, compared to my office, even the bathroom seems more fun. You can see the whole city form up here, as the wall facing the door is made entirely of glass. And the rest of his office is not neglectable either. The other walls are painted into a dark blue and have some minimalist paintings hanged on them. On the right wall are some shelves too. Besides the huge window is his bureau, made from some dark hard wood, and three chairs are around it. It looks amazing. Simple and elegant. My boss goes and takes his place into the biggest chair. And man, what a view. He truly looks like a god ruling over everything.

'Where is your notebook?'

'I, um, don't have one. Sir.' I add, suddenly realizing that this man is like, seven years older than me. Damn. He might be my uncle into another life. An uncle I would surely have fantasies at night with.

He simply looks at me expecting something. What should I do? Oh! I get out my phone and open the notes.

'I am ready. I am not really used with this kind-'

'I don't care.'

'Well, there goes my learning.' I mumble so that he cannot hear me and make a little eye roll.

'What did you say?' busted.

'Nothing.'

'Look, Miss...' he gestures his hand in my direction.

'Rose. Hathaway.'

'Miss Hathaway, I don't like it when people mumble. If you have something to say, you'd better say it to my face.'

Well, if I am planning to defy this man, I should better not act like a little girl in front of him. Even though only God knows that I fear this man. There is something about him that makes you feel like this when he is around you. He is so imposing. And his voice, man. So strong. Yeah, I would let him talk dirty to me. You are doing that thing again.

I clear my throat and repeat myself louder: 'I said that there goes my learning. Madam Petrov from HR told me that I would get time to learn what I am supposed to do, because I have no experience in being a secretary.'

He looks at me somewhat impressed. Was he expecting for me to shut up and begin to cry like some extra sentient girl? I am not going to wimp out in front of him.

'What do you have experience into?'

'I have no experience. I have just graduated.'

'What?'

'Economics.'

'Fine. You'll have your time to learn if you wish. Now remember this: I am drinking two coffees a day. One at 6 a.m. sharp and the other at 5 p.m. Black. Simple.'

'Fine. I noted. Anything else, Sir?'

He checks his watch. I still stand there, waiting for him to say something. He points to his watch. I look on my phone and see that it is 4:55. Oh s**t.

'Where should I get your coffee from?'

'Manage that by yourself, Miss Hathaway.'

Without another word I get out of his office and head to the Starbucks I saw earlier in front of the building and order the first type of coffee I lay my eyes on. It has sugar in it, and even some cream. Well, s**t happens. I add some more sugar just to be sure. I get back up and put it on his desk.

'What is this?'

'Your coffee, Mister Belikov.' damn that name sounds sooo good. 'You said that I should manage it by myself. And I did. Oh, and unfortunately, they didn't have any coffee without sugar.'

'You are late. It's 5:05 already.'

I can't help myself and roll my eyes right in front of him. Is he f*****g serious right now?

'And what was I supposed to do? There was a long line of people ahead of me. Should I have just-' I stop as I make eye contact with him.

He stares into my soul, I can feel it. Is he going to fire me now? My first job lasted so little. That is something to be proud of, right? Can you get a prize for this?

'Next time you are going to make my coffee, into the room next to your office. There is a kitchen.'

'Yes, Sir, I will.' I say smiling, and then I turn around and head for the door.

'Did I tell you you can go?'

Can I punch him now? Do I have to ask permission to leave?

'No, Sir, you didn't.' I stop in front of the door and turn.

'From Monday, I don't want to see you wearing those clothes anymore. Wear something proper for this office, Miss Hathaway. You look like a nun.' and to my surprise, he takes a sip of that coffee. And he doesn't pull any face. Maybe just a little. Damn, he has some surprising control of himself, because I think I poured like half a kilogram of sugar in that cup.

'Is it there a dress code that I have to follow?'

'No.' this is all I need to hear. He is going to love what I am going to wear tomorrow.

'Perfect, Sir. May I go now?'

'Yes.'

I spend the rest of the day mostly scrolling through my phone, until he gets out of the office, tells me that I can go home for the day and that he is waiting me on Monday. Ah, I can't wait to come to work on Monday already. If only this day has been so palpitating, I can only imagine what awaits for me next. We are going to have so much fun together, I can feel it.

So the teasing began.

What do you think guys? Is he going to fire her soon?