Page 84 of My Boss

“Yes.”

“But… I don’t understand. You wouldn’t let me go get it myself, you pissed me off so much that I felt like killing you, andthen you sent your employee to pick up the chair so that you could buy it later? This is ridiculous!”

“No, Maria. What was ridiculous was that you wanted to lug that chair alone from the fourth floor and carry it by bus across half the city. Besides, I couldn’t give you the afternoon off that day because we had a meeting with Spendimex about the tax audit.”

“Why the conspiracy? Couldn’t you just offer to have your employee pick up my chair?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because you wouldn’t have agreed.”

Jeez, here we go again!

“I certainly would have agreed.”

“After you stated in the men’s room, and I quote, ‘Fucking Jan, a stiff bastard. Jesus, how I hate him,’ or before?”

Oh damn, the genius and his memory. And he’s smart. And contrary to what I thought of him, he is helpful. And he believes in the success of my business. And he made extra money for me by reselling furniture. And he arranged for me to be paid overtime instead of taking days off. And he’s so sexy now, as he leans against that door frame and waits for me to say something. I feel like throwing myself at him and violating him.

And right now!

I spring to my feet, cover the distance between us in four steps, and I’m already about to throw my arms around his neck, but then Jan retreats unexpectedly with a strange expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly confused. I can’t really tell if he is looking at me with surprise or dislike. Or is it disgust? Something tightens in my throat.

“Yyy, I wanted to kiss you.”

I can see from him that he is processing my words. He looks at me intently.

“Kiss,” he repeats slowly.

“Yes. If you don’t feel like it, it’s okay,” I take a step back.

Jan closes his eyes.

“I do. Sorry. It was an instinct.” He shakes his head as if he is angry with himself. “It doesn’t matter. Forget it.” He opens his eyes, takes a step toward me, pulls me close and kisses me on the lips.

When someone tells you that “it doesn’t matter, forget about it,” the last thing your brain tends to do is consider that message unimportant and let it go. And that’s why my mind, instead of focusing now on the awesome deep kiss with Jan, is obsessing over what it is that ‘doesn’t matter’ and why I should ‘forget about it’.

I tear my lips away from his mouth. “Jan?”

“Hmm?” He starts kissing my neck.

“Why did you step back?”

“What?”

“Why did you react that way? Because, you know, it’s a little strange when a guy I’ve just had great sex with pulls back when I want to kiss him and has this look on his face like he’s disgusted with me. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what happened before?”

He freezes with his mouth on my collarbone; a groan escapes from his throat. He looks deeply into my eyes.

“You do everything as you should, Maria. I don’t regret anything. And my behavior had nothing to do with you.” He lowers his gaze to my lips and moves his thumb across them. “If I ever feel disgusted with you, I’ll be sure to communicate it clearly. For now, you turn me on like crazy, and I can’t wait for you to take me in that sexy mouth again”—he pulls my lower lip—“and to suck on your nipples.” He slides his hand down myarm, then cups my breast. “And to put you on your stomach on my bed…” He moves his hand to my waist and pulls up my skirt. “I will lift your hips, spread your buttocks and start licking your pussy.” He finds the wet slit with his fingers and begins to caress my clitoris, making me shiver all over. “And then I will fuck you so hard that you will scream in pleasure and beg for more until you are finally exhausted and fall asleep in a split second.” He slides his fingers into me, and my legs give way under me. “Tell me, Maria, in your opinion, if I felt even a little disgust for you, would I have such plans for you?”

I smile to myself, feeling the growing excitement.

“You like to have everything planned just right, don’t you, Jan?”

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