Page 32 of My Boss

“What do you mean?” I take a sip of water.

He walks toward me. He is so close now that I have to raise my head to look into his eyes. And they look at me so intensely that I’m short of breath.

Jan leans over, brushes my hair off my shoulder, brings his lips closer to my neck and speaks in a low voice.

“Just say the word, and I’ll suck them until you come,” he whispers in my ear. “And then I’ll kneel in front of you, roll up your skirt, pull down your panties and lick you until you come a second time.” His hot breath sweeps over my neck, and with his words, a wave of heat engulfs me from head to toe. “And then Iwill take you against the wall and fuck you until you beg me to make you come the third time.”

My heart is beating like crazy. I can feel a crazy pulse between my legs. I look at Jan bewildered. I’m gasping for air. His gaze wanders over my face and lips and stops at my cleavage. He bites his lip sensually, and I hear a low rumble in his throat. This sound makes me want him to kiss me, to caress me, to do everything he’s talked about.

“Just say the word, Maria, just say the word.” His lustful gaze almost burns a hole in my chest. I follow his gaze down slowly and freeze.

Holy crap, I’m naked from the waist up!

The glass falls out of my hand, shatters on the floor and I cover myself with my hands. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, why am I topless?

Jan tears his gaze away from my breasts and glances at the floor. His face momentarily tenses, and a vertical wrinkle crosses his forehead. He looks around, then kneels down on one knee and begins to pick up the broken glass.

“Please leave it. I’ll take care of it.” I need to get dressed first, damn it, or at least wrap a kitchen cloth around my waist.

But he doesn’t answer. He keeps picking it up.

“Mr. Engler. Please let me. I’ll do it.” I lean over, covering my bare tits with my hands. But he does not pay any mind. It’s as if someone turned on the ‘cleaning’ mode for him. His face is focused, his muscles tense. He removes shards of glass from the floor, one by one, without missing a single piece.

“Boss?” I look into his eyes, but they are glazed over.

No reaction. It was as if someone had hypnotized him.

“Earth to Jan!”

Or rather, what’s above it?

I wave my hand in front of his eyes. And he does nothing. He is kneeling and picking —a Cinderella separating the poppy from the lentils. Is he crazy or what?

“Mr. Engler. Are you OK?”

He doesn’t even flinch. Holy shit, what’s wrong with him? He scares me a little. I need to sort him out because he’s totally out of his head.

I kneel right in front of him, and I don’t know what’s going on in my mind, but suddenly my mouth gets a mind of its own and starts singing:

“Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?” I sing, with arms wide open. “Brother John, Brother John? Morning bells are ringing. Morning bells are ringing. Ding, dong, dong. Ding, dong, dong…”

I wave my arms, and my boobs sway sexily like a shimmy dancer.

No reaction from him. Zilch.

“Hey, boss. See here—bare tits. Boss!”

No response. Like a programmed robot, with the ‘picker’ mode activated. Damn.

“What’s wrong with you? Should I call an ambulance?” I lean over his face.

Jan’s forehead is crisscrossed by wrinkles, his gaze is focused on the floor in search of another shard of glass.

Well, happy days. My boss went crazy.

But all in all, he got what he deserved, damned workaholic. Just what am I supposed to do now? Get up and leave him here until he gets everything off the floor?

And suddenly I hear the phone beeping. I’m blinded by a bright glow.

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