Page 2 of My Hot Boss

His voice was clipped, and I agreed that he hadn’t. He was so damn moody sometimes. I didn’t know what it was about this time, but I was ready to lose it. Why did it seem like everything was so different than I wanted it to be?

“Sorry, sir. I just wanted to give you that report that you asked about.”

He was surprised and then looked a little guilty. “You did the report? I thought you said you were waiting on some stats?”

I cleared my throat. “Right, so I had to call the commissioner and get the results from them before they were released officially. It wasn’t that bad, though you may want to send their department a basket or something. Well, I will, as your assistant.”

Derrick pressed his lips together and thanked me. He didn’t look at the paperwork when I handed it to him. As much of a big deal as he had made about it, I thought that he would open it up and use that paperwork to make big decisions. None of that happened. He just looked perturbed that I was in there, and I said that I was going to leave him to it and take my lunch.

I said that I would be back soon, but Derrick surprised me by getting up and walking me out. He asked me where I was going, and I told him to lunch.

“It’s two.”

I agreed but reminded him that I had to get his report done.

“I didn’t intend for you to do it right away.”

“Yeah, you did. That’s why you said something.”

Derrick didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. I knew that I was right. I had worked with him for a long time. I could tell his moods, even though there was a low-level of anger throughout. Derrick had a temper, was intimidating to most, but none of it fazed me, not in that way. He made me tongue-tied and nervous, sure, but it had nothing to do with fear or anything like that. It happened because I wanted him so badly. I’d fantasized about my hot boss for a while, but it did me no good. He was above me in so many ways, I wouldn’t even consider it.

Derrick was not like other guys I’d been around. Yes, he was handsome. He had big arms, blue eyes that were the color of the sky, and a wicked sense of humor. His tanned skin always had a bit of a five o’ clock shadow on it, and his black hair was short and slicked back. He was a few years older than me, but he was far more sophisticated and mature than I was. I felt off, faulty, just less than I should have been.

We were out of the building, and I stopped to ask him if he needed something else before I left.

“Are you meeting someone?”

I agreed that I wasn’t. I usually did lunch on my own.

“So, you are not going out for lunch with your fiancée?”

“No, just me.”

“Would you like some company?” Derrick asked, and it took me a second to know that he was the person who wanted to go. Since we’d never went out for lunch in over six months, it felt odd.

“Sure, you want to go to lunch with me?” I asked, sounding as incredulous as I felt. It didn’t seem right that he would want to go with me. Why now? What was going through his head? I really had no clue.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

I told the boss that I didn’t mind, but when he stood next to my car, it was almost laughable. He was so big, and the small electric car looked like a toy next to him. I didn’t know if he was feeling the same way inside, but he couldn’t keep a straight face.

“We could meet up somewhere,” I started. Derrick just waved me off and said that my car was fine. It didn’t look fine. It looked like a barbie car that wasn’t going to fit him. He got in though, somehow, and we drove to a local deli to get sandwiches and then went to the park. I didn’t know if that was what he had in mind for lunch, but that was what I was getting. Derrick looked comical in the car, and I swear he had a bit of regret in his eyes, but as I pulled away from the building, there was no turning back now.

3

Derrick

Augustine’s car was tiny. Why didn’t I know that she was driving around in this thing? I had seen it in the parking lot, but never did I know that it belonged to her. It fit her, almost. She was tiny and petite, but the car couldn’t be safe. It didn’t look like it could actually go faster than a golfcart, but it did. While I was trying to find some level of comfort in my surroundings, Augustine whipped into a deli parking lot and asked me what I wanted.

“I will just go in with you.” I had no idea what was there, so I didn’t know what I wanted. It didn’t look like a place that I’d ever been before. Why did it feel so strange to go in with her?

Augustine got a sandwich, I got the same, and I paid for it, even though she tried to fight me.

“You know how much I have,” was all I said, and she stopped fighting me. It didn’t seem like she wanted to, just that she saw there was no point in arguing with me. I was going to get my way.

We went back to her tiny car, and I asked her where we were going now. She told me that I was just going to have to be patient. I knew that there was something to the way she told me to hush, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Was Augustine the first person to tell me to shut up in a very long time? It sure felt like it. Nothing about her felt normal. When I was with her, I felt off, like someone else had taken over.

The park was another surprise. “This is what you do on your lunch hour?” I asked her, sure that this was for my benefit. Why would she want to be here?

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