In Love With My Boss

Ten

It is now Friday, and two weeks have passed since I started working for this pain in the ass. I can't believe this myself, but I kind of enjoy working here in fact. In spite of the majority's opinion, it's not that bad as I thought it would be initially. It seems that I am managing things quite well around here. Maybe I am that good.

I'll stop doing little annoying things to him for the moment, because, as weird as that sounds, I am out of ideas. I might need to consult with someone about this, maybe even with Christian if I get desperate enough, because he usually has good ideas when it comes to pissing off people, especially me. Anyway, when the occasion will occur, I won't hesitate to make something to annoy him. It just makes my days better seeing him clenching his jaw and moving the bottom part left and right, trying to keep himself from snapping. I know I told him I would stop, but really, did he even expect me to? I know it's a dangerous game that I am playing here, but hell; I like a little risk in my life. It makes things more exciting.

But I have done so many other things so far, even though I told him I would stop, and he hasn't fired me yet for not keeping my word. For example, on Monday, I made him at home a very girly week schedule that looked as it has been made by a third grader. It was all pink and had different animal doodles on it. I put so much effort into making it look this silly, in the hopes that he will get annoyed and that he would put me make a more proper one or something else, anything he could find to get back to me. But did he say or do anything about that? No! And to my utter surprise, he kept it on his bureau for the entire week. And he even smiled when I gave it to him. I wasn't trying to be funny; I wanted to piss him off. But all I managed to get was pissed off myself because my thing didn't go as I planned and every time I would lay my eyes on that schedule, I want to burn it because it only reminds me of my unsuccess.

This week too, I purposely stumbled and spilt his coffee (I let it cool so that I won't burn him; I am not that bad; even though he sometimes deserves a hot one spilled on his jewelries) on his shirt and pants and he didn't lash out at me. I also accidentally ordered an extra spicy assortment of the same thing he usually eats. It looked the same, but it was hot as hell (trust me, I tasted it). He just told me to bring him some water as his eyes got red and watery, nothing more. No pissed off glances, no screaming, no nothing.

If he is trying to ignore me in the hopes I would finally stop, like you would do with little kids acting out, it might have worked after all. This or maybe he is waiting for the occasion to take me out to some restaurant again and to pay me back. Who knows what he's planning?

As well, I began my parade. Every single day I would wear some over the knee tight skirts or office pants that nicely emphasize my ass, assorted with well-fitted shirts that I would usually button up to the top, but on some days, just to diversify things and tease the s**t out of him I would unbutton a button or two, but no more than that so that I wouldn't let anything tempting visible as I would bend over his desk. I can see that this thing is bothering him, although he is trying so hard not to let it out, but, to his own good, until now, he kept his hands to himself. With his eyes I have some problems with. They are always roaming on me and I can feel that he is slowly undressing me in his head. But let him have fun in there because, in real life, he'll never get to see me naked.

And the fact that I am still here has to be some kind of miracle, right? Oh, or maybe he is still keeping me around until he can have his ways with me and after this, he will let that grandma girlfriend of his to fire my ass for sleeping with the boss. This might be the real reason. Well, he won't live to see that day. So let him wait until his hair turns grey.

Today I am trying something new and I have put on a black dress that ends just under my ass and has a V neck, but not too deep. This is the shortest dress I have worn so far at work. Or in my entire life in fact. But everything to please my boss, right? I can't wait for him to lay his eyes on me today.

As I head towards the elevator, someone calls my name. Is that woman from my first day. Sydney I think, from what I remember that was written on her little name tag. Yes, the one that ignored me for fifteen minutes straight. What does she want now, to ignore me some more maybe?

'Yes?' I say as I approach her desk.

'Hi! The other girls and I were wondering if you would like to join us for lunch break today. We have seen that you broke the Belikov record and it seems that you are going to be here for a while too. It is something around here, you know? Everybody is wondering how you pulled it through. And we would like to spend some time with you, you know, get to know each other. Tell us how you tamed the beast. Aren't you getting bored staying up there by your own all the time? What do you do on your breaks? Come downstairs with us. We usually gather into the small cafeteria and we drink some coffee and have a little chat or something. It's nothing too special, but we hang out together.'

Waaait a second.

'Do we have a lunch break?' I ask surprised.

She giggles. 'Of course we do. Don't be silly. It is usually from 10:30 to 11:00. You didn't know?'

Um, no, I didn't. Nobody didn't seem to bother to tell me. Not even my nice boss. And the only lunch I saw every day didn't belong to me. I would usually eat some bites between running left and right around the building. So maybe him not telling me about this is his little payback, who knows? He surely knew I would eventually find out about this.

'I'd love to.' I respond smiling. Anyway, some human interaction won't kill me, and it would be nice to meet other people here too. 'But I'll come on Monday. Today I have something else to do on my lunch break.' I have to throw this lunch thing in Belikov's face. See? I was speaking of perfect occasions. This is one and I won't let it pass.

I get up to the last story and I do my thing until the clock hits 10:30. Then I get out and buy myself a bag of chips from one of the vending machines from downstairs. I get up again and begin to munch on my chips as I scroll through my phone.

At some point he calls me. I look at the clock on the wall. It's just 10:43. I am still on my lunch break so I don't have to respond. He calls my name one more time. Well, let him call for as long as he wants. He goes even further and calls the landline on my desk, but I just let it ring.

I grab another chips and as I bite into it, a piece falls in between my breasts. See, this is why I don't really like wearing revealing clothes! I put my phone aside and drag my dress down, revealing my bra, so that I can grab that damn crumb. I am with my hand in my cleavage when the office door opens and Dimitri speaks: 'Miss Hath-'. I raise my head and look his way. He stares at me bewildered, his eyes widened. Oh, this is the perfect opportunity to do something resembling what he did at the restaurant. Except he's not the one I am touching. But maybe he'll enjoy it. Too bad I didn't have a banana to eat. That would have been nice.

'What are you doing?' he asks.

I reach my hand down slowly and finally find the piece of my chips, looking at him the whole time. And he's watching at me too, and I get the vibes that he would have liked to be the one getting that chips out. Well, too bad. I put it in my mouth and eat it.

'I am having lunch, Sir.'

He clenches his jaw. 'But I called for you.'

'I heard.'

'And why didn't you come, Miss Hathaway?'

'As I said, I am on my lunch break. I just found out this morning that I am allowed to have one. It is my right, not? So I am taking one right now.'

'Fine. When you finish your lunch break, come to my office.' he says, obviously pissed off. But as he heads towards the door, a smug smile appears on his face. Oh, he is planning his revenge, I am sure. Let's see what you got, Belikov.

'Sure, Sir.' I respond as I grab another chips and throw it in my mouth.

Fifteen minutes later I enter his office with a nice smile on my face.

'What do you need me to do, Mister Belikov?'

'I need the New Residence file.'

'But it is right here.' I respond as I point to the book case next to the entrance door. Can't he make ten steps and get it himself?

'I know. And I need it. Give it to me.' oh, now I understand. This is his payback. Weak, comrade, weak. Carrying a folder around won't kill me. I do this all day long, remember?

'Fine.' I say and head to the shelves.

I look for that folder. I spot it right on the highest shelve and that is not its usual spot. Oh, so that was it. He wants to see me struggle while reaching for it. Big deal. I'll just pull it out. But as I firstly reach for it, I feel that my dress is lifting up, and it is about to show him a nice view of my ass. Well, I didn't have such a good idea wearing this dress today, didn't I? But he did have a good idea with moving the folder so high. And I can feel his stare on me as he waits for me to do something.

But you know what? He can f*****g stare as much as he wants. He is not the first guy who has seen my ass. I have gone to the seaside, you know?

I lift myself on my tippy toes, raise one of my legs off the floor so that I can reach higher, place one hand on a shelve for balance, and extend my other hand. My dress lifts like hell. A little more stretching and I might end up halfway uncovered from the waist down. I do this thing fast and I grab that damn file, pulling it out. I haven't realized how heavy it might be, and because I don't get a good grip on it, it slips and lands on me, unbalancing me. The next thing I know is that I am spread on the floor, with that folder on me.

'Rose?!' Dimitri says and in a matter of seconds he is hovering above me, watching me right in my eyes, full of concern. His hands are beside my head, forming some kind of cover from the outer world and our outer thighs are gently brushing, the warmth of his body feeling so good on mine.

His eyes are so beautiful from this distance. I can see that they are not simply brown. They have some darker shadows in them that form some kind of spirals around his pupil. Everybody says that brown eyes are too ordinary. But this man's eyes are simply fascinating. They are slowly moving on my face, like he is studying me. I wonder what he is thinking about in this moment. Probably that I am some kind of a loser, as I got beaten by a f*****g file.

'Are you alright?' his perfect lips move so close to me and I have to resist the urge to kiss them.

I blink two times. What happened again? I nod. His hand gets under my head, lifting it a little and moves it up and down. God, please don't you ever stop.

'Does your head hurt?' he speaks once more and I am again enchanted by the movement of his lips.

This time I shake my head and I can't help myself. I begin to laugh. In my opinion, this situation is hilarious. I have just fallen, maybe I have hit my head on the floor too, and all I can think about is how much I would like to kiss him in this moment. Him, of all people. What the hell is wrong with me?

He takes the folder off me and helps me up. Still laughing, I drag my dress down, covering myself.

'What's that funny, Miss Hathaway?' he seems some kind of bothered by my reaction. It seems that I kind of spoiled this moment we were having here and he surely doesn't appreciate it. But hell, I couldn't help myself.

'I don't know.' I respond, not being able to stop myself from laughing. And it's not like I'll ever tell him that I want to jump on him in this very moment. 'I really don't know. Excuse me, please.' I say as I head outside to cool myself down.