Page 53 of My Boss

“Hhmmm. That’s something we don’t have to worry about,” he replies in a muffled but controlled voice and slowly slides out of me.

What was that supposed to mean?

I turn around with a pounding heart. Holy shit, after all, I’m in my fertile days and I’ve just let myself get filled with my boss’s jizz.

Maria, you dull, mindless twat!

Jan pulls up his boxers, and only now do I see his penis for the first time. And I involuntarily part my lips. Well, well, well. What a sight! No wonder I experienced the orgasm of a lifetime. It really is big and thick, although it is no longer erect.

He’s not erect because he filled you with his sperm, you ass!

Oh, God. I have to take the morning-after pill, but where am I going to find it? After all, today is Christmas Eve, tomorrow is the first day of Christmas. Shit.

“Why didn’t you use protection?”

“I could ask you the same question. Are you on the pill?”

“No.”

“So you are not sleeping with anyone,” he states with satisfaction in his voice and fastens his belt buckle.

“I can get pregnant, and you question me about whether I’m seeing someone?”

“You won’t get pregnant,” he says with as much certainty as if he were giving the result of adding two to two. “Besides, I’m not questioning you at all, I’m just making sure. I would prefer thatyou not be the type of woman who cheats on her man. I don’t tolerate infidelity.” He reaches for his tie from the floor, turns to face the window and lifts his shirt collar.

I watch in disbelief as he ties the tie. Carefully, precisely, efficiently. Walking perfection. He’s so, so, so… annoyingly Jan-esque.

God, did I just use his name as an adjective? I’m losing it. It’s the oxytocin. Damn hormones. They are the culprit, it’s because of them that I completely forgot myself, let Jan fuck me without protection.

I fucked my boss without a condom! I can think of one reason why I would not get pregnant during ovulation—Engler is infertile.

I observe the nimble movements of his fingers as he ties a knot, followed by another. He is focused, but also relaxed. His facial features are softer than usual. Damn, he’s a handsome guy, he’d make nice kids. A man who is unable to produce offspring, surely in the depths of his ego, perceives this as a failure in life. He lives with the knowledge that he is shooting blanks. The lioness is ready with her legs spread, and he, the king of the jungle, will not ensure the continuation of his awesome genes.

I feel sorry for him. Or maybe unnecessarily? Maybe I’m wrong? Maybe there’s a second reason? Engler doesn’t want to have children at all, he underwent a deliberate vasectomy so that he could fuck his subordinates bareback.

Well, now I have a dilemma. Why is there no chance of me getting pregnant if my vagina is filled to the brim with his semen?

“Do you have any health problems?” I ask directly.

“I have my current test results in my computer on my desk. I can show you if you’re worried that I might have given you something.”

Well, yes, that’s exactly what I didn’t think of. AIDS, gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydiosis, HPV, candidiasis… I could go on counting until the cows come home.

Fuck, what was I thinking when I was getting laid?

You were thinking with your pussy instead of your head, Maria.

“Good to know. Everything is okay with me too.” I put my hair behind my ear. “But I was more concerned with the reasons why I won’t get pregnant if I’m ovulating.”

Jan stops his fingers on the tie for a moment, then unties it with a nervous motion, muttering something under his breath, and starts tying it again.

Is he speechless or what? Or will he only speak in a human voice at midnight?

“I know it’s none of my business, but…” I begin.

“You’re right, it’s none of your business,” he growls. “You can rest assured. I did not impregnate you.” He makes another attempt to tie his tie. In doing so, he clenches his jaws so tightly that I feel sorry for his molars.

Well, I guess that’s enough for me. A man who voluntarily gets a vasectomy is unlikely to react like an enraged bull at the mention of impregnation.

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