Page 29 of My Boss

All in all… I want it even though I know that if I cheated on Karol today, tomorrow I would be consumed by remorse. I don’t act like that.

I turn to face the man. I glide my eyes over his muscular figure, encounter full lips that could do me real good, and feel a twitch between my thighs. Damn, I feel sorry to get rid of him. Just today I could use such a noncommittal “hi and bye”. But I have my rules—I don’t cheat.

“Thanks, maybe some other time.” I wink at him and painfully give up an intoxicating night with a stranger. Which doesn’t change the fact that I’ve acquired such a desire for sex that I can feel the heat in my lower belly. And I intend to deal with it quickly.

Karol, I hope you’re awake.

I rush across the dance floor toward the bathroom. I’m excited, I’m horny. I lock myself in the stall, pull up my T-shirt, unhook my bra, take out my phone and snap a topless selfie. My titties look ampler than ever. And in high school I was as flat as a board. Only a moron would refuse a quickie after getting such a nudie. I quickly send a message,

I’m buzzed up and horny. R U asleep or dreaming of titty fucking?

I send a text message and grin at the phone like a fool, waiting for a reply. My image is a bit blurry, but I still can seewhat’s on the screen, and once again I read the second part of my message.

I’m getting impatient. Well, what’s taking you so long? I guess you’re not sleeping, my boy? I click on the sent message to once again glance admiringly at my protruding titties, which are just asking to be fondled as soon as possible…

And I freeze.

I squint my eyes to get a better focus and read the letters.

Oh my gosh. What the hell did I do?! I slide down onto the toilet and stare with a pounding heart at the screen. No, that’s impossible.

Last message sent to: Jan the Stiff.

And my boobs just below it.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck!!!

My heart is pounding like crazy; I’m sweating, my mouth is dry.

UNDO SENDING!

I hold down the message balloon with my thumb. The menu expands… Where is the ‘undo’ option here!

Delete. Copy text. Forward. Share…There is no ‘undo’ or ‘delete for recipient’ or ‘return the message and burn it’!

God Almighty!!!

I’m getting weak, my heart rate is going crazy. Think, Maria, think, because this is the fuckup of the century.

I’m staring at a photo of my bare breasts with erect nipples that are screaming, “Suck us, bite us!” I follow the text with an explicit sexual proposal, and I’m one step away from sticking my head in the toilet and drowning myself in it.

Dear Jesus, I could send such a message to anyone (and in my current state of alcoholic intoxication I wouldn’t particularly care), but not to him. Not to fucking Jan Engler! After all, he will immediately think that I want to jump into his bed tokeep my job. What an embarrassment! What a disgrace! What a nightmare!!!

I need to fix this as soon as possible. Maybe he hasn’t read the message yet? It’s after one o’clock, maybe he’s asleep.

In a drunken daze, I consider taking a ride-share to Szczyrk, sneaking into my boss’s room and deleting the embarrassing message. The problem is that I have no idea where he’s staying. If I knew which hotel he was staying at, I could offer the receptionist a bribe to lend me a spare key card for the door. I wonder how much that would cost? Never mind. I’ll give it all back! A kidney, a lung, bone marrow. Mmm, I don’t think I can donate my lung while I’m still breathing. Bummer. I’ll donate part of my liver. I have a functional liver like few others; the situation is much worse with my stomach.

In a fit of panic, I go on booking.com and start searching for hotels in Szczyrk that have more than four stars. I’m sure Jan wouldn’t stay in anything with a lower standard.

Twelve properties pop up, including hotels and apartments. What if he stayed in such an apartment? If it was on the first floor, I could sneak in through the window. And I wouldn’t have to donate a kidney or bone marrow or part of my liver to anyone… Geez, where is he staying in this damn Szczyrk!

I hear a feeble voice of reason trying to break through, but I feel totally hopeless,

This is absurd… What am I even considering?

It’s been a good few minutes since the message was sent. I slip my hand into my hair, sit helpless on the toilet and stare dully at my phone.

I wonder if Engler didn’t write back because he’s actually already asleep. Or maybe he had a stroke after receiving the text message? Or is he really gay and my bare boobs are of the same interest to him as bird food to a cat.

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