Page 78 of My Boss

“Maria?”

He’s lying on his back. I am on top of him. I feel his chest rise and fall rhythmically under me. His breathing is heavy as if he has been running.

Well, yes, of course, he ran. And probably quite fast, since he managed to save me from a head-on collision with a dumpster, even though I was speeding like a runaway.

I look into his eyes, and my previous anger at him gradually ebbs away, replaced by gratitude. It’s something I would not have expected from him. I mean, I suspected he was in good physical condition because he had given me proof of that a little earlier. But the fact that he was able to put himself and his elegant clothes in harm’s way… This conflicts with the fact that he’s the egotistical asshole I thought he was.

God, why does he have to be so complicated? I can’t figure him out.

“You saved me. Thank you.”

“You are welcome. Are you OK?” He brushes my hair away from my forehead. Although the tone of his voice is, as usual, composed, and his gaze conveys little emotion, my heart melts.

“Except for the fact that my pussy is getting cold because I’m not wearing pantyhose and panties, everything is perfect. So soft…” I bring my face closer to his face. “What about you?”

“Hard,” he replies directly into my mouth.

“In the back?”

“In the crotch.”

I look down and see my hand on the left leg of his suit pants—right at the zipper. Exactly where Jan is apparently hiding his dick.

I burst out laughing.

“But you’re fine?” I slide my fingers over the small bulge and moisten my lips with my tongue to kiss Jan, and at the exact moment my brother’s mocking voice rings out right above me.

“Yo, sis! Give it to him good right under the hospital dumpster and forget about your mother, who ended up in the ER on Christmas Eve because of you.”

I look up, and see Arek, Paulinka, my father and…

“Mom!” I jump up and adjust my skirt, which fortunately goes down just below my buttocks (let’s just hope I don’t get ovarian inflammation from running in the cold with my bare ass). “Are you all right?” I feel like hugging her, but she backs away.

She doesn’t answer, just looks at me with obvious disappointment. I know this face of hers very well, and it doesn’t do anything to me anymore because I’m seeing it for the thousandth time in my almost thirty years of life (which makes an average of one face of a disappointed mother every ten days).

“It’s not all right, Maria,” Arek interjects. “Because of you, mom nearly had a heart attack.”

I shift my gaze to him.

“What did she have? There is no such thing as a ‘nearly having a heart attack’.” I look at my mother. “What happened, mom? Why did you end up in the hospital?” I ask, and she lifts her head and turns her nose up at me like an offended princess.

Jesus, what a freakin’ madhouse.

“Can someone tell me what happened?” I look over each family member, and they look at me as if I am the perpetrator of all the evil in this world.

My father finally speaks up. “Your mother had chest pain.” Somehow his voice lacks conviction.

“And she was taken away by ambulance?” I ask.

“Ambulance, really,” snorts Arek. “By the time they would have arrived, it would have been over for Ma. We drove her to the ER ourselves,” he explains.

“And from what I can see, you all unanimously concluded that it was a heart attack.” I look my mother over. She does not look like a person who has just had a heart attack. Besides, if it was something serious, she would not have left the hospital so quickly and under her own steam.

“If it weren’t for you, Mom would be fine,” my brother says accusingly.

“And what have I done?”

“Mom’s heart couldn’t take it, because of you.”

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