Page 7 of Boss' Obsession

Beth bites her bottom lip as she saunters toward me and stops just inches from me. I run my hands along her thighs and hike her skirt up to her hips, making it a lot harder to restrain myself. Her skin is peppered with goosebumps, and she shudders.

“Now, little girl. You know what to do.”

She lies across my lap, hand gripping my thigh. I look down at her plump bottom and lick my lips before raising my hand and bringing it down with a crack. She moans and wiggles against my hard cock while I massage the spot.

“It was disrespectful of you to leave me hanging like that.”

“Then you’d better teach me a lesson…Daddy.”

I nearly come in my pants when I hear her say it. Fuck, this girl is everything I imagined her to be. I smack her other asscheek and consider just tossing her on the table and fucking her right here and now, but the phone at her desk begins ringing and just won’t stop.

“I have to answer that. I have to go.”

“Are you sure, Beth? Wouldn’t you rather be here with me? There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

“Tonight. We’ll have time for this tonight. I want to do a good job. I don’t want you to pay me for … well, for this.”

It kills me to let go of her, but I don’t want to push her into something she isn’t ready for. “Go answer the phone.”

There’s no way I can concentrate on anything for the rest of the day, so I decide to head down to the first-floor workout room. Before I do, I drop the signed contract on her desk and tell her, “Scan it into the system then file it, please. I’ll be gone for a little while.”

If I don’t sweat out some of the testosterone pumping through me, I might trash this office and set it on fire. A good workout and a sauna might just save my company a whole lot of money for damages.

4

BETH

The office is so quiet I can hear most of Bryan’s sales pitch.

With his charm and confidence, he can probably talk anyone into anything. I’m very impressed and wonder if he might teach me how to do what he does. Then, the man looks out the door and makes eye contact with me. He winks at me and asks Bryan if he can have a night with me as part of the deal. His audacity makes me sick to my stomach. That’s when Bryan physically attacks the man to protect my honor.

At first, I’m terrified. I’ve never seen a man lash out with this kind of aggression before, and considering his size, he could probably kill someone with his bare hands. As I watch him lay waste to the man, I start to feel something different.

He barely knows me and yet he’s willing to risk losing this deal to stand up for me. Nobody has ever come to my defense before. Suddenly, I feel valued and special. I could get used to the rush of endorphins that comes from being protected and defended by a man like Bryan. I’m getting warm and wet just thinking about it.

And the spanking? Jesus, I like it. I thought I was doing it for him, but it feels good. I want him to spank me harder. Each time his hand comes down, I rub myself against his dick, drowning in my desire to feel him inside me.

The world around us fades away and I lose myself in the moment, but the sound of the phone ringing at my desk brings me back to reality. This is the job I traveled across the country for. I need to do it. I don’t want to be Bryan’s office fling, and I don’t want to get paid for sleeping with the boss.

He leaves the office, and I feel a sense of relief. I don’t know how I can manage to focus on anything if he’s here. After everything that’s happened this morning, he’s all I can think about now.

I shake it off the best I can and scan the documents as he instructed, but I can’t seem to find a cabinet to file the hard copy in. There’s only one place left to look so I enter Bryan’s office and scan the room. There, in the left corner stand three black cabinets with vertical drawers.

“This must be the place,” I mutter and read through the labels on the drawers until I find the right one.

I’m about to leave when the fax machine on his desk kicks on. It might be something important so I go over and wait for the machine to spit out the paper. I see a copy of my driver’s license and think that the fax is from the HR office until the document finishes printing and I see the letterhead and handwritten note.

This is from the airline. The note reads, “I think this is the girl you’re looking for.” I hold the paper in my hand and stare at it for a long time. Is it possible that Bryan was searching for me? Why would he do that? I’m nobody. I just can’t make sense of it, and I’m not sure how I should feel.

What reason could he have to justify invading my privacy like this? What little experience I have with men tells me they don’t normally go to these lengths to locate someone they barely know. The men in my life have never cared enough to call me back when they realized they weren’t going to get in my pants. I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened. How could I?

Hours pass and I sit at my desk taking phone messages and reading emails. I take turns watching the clock and the elevator. I don’t know what time I’m supposed to punch out or if Bryan is even coming back to take me to dinner. He left in such a huff that I wouldn’t be surprised if he changed his mind about going out. The suspense is just too much for me. As intimidating as he can be, I need to know what this is. At this point, I just hope I can summon the courage to ask.

The elevator doors open at just past six and Bryan steps out wearing a crisp, gray shirt and black slacks.

“Did you go home to change clothes?” I ask him.

“No. I was downstairs working out. I have a locker down there with fresh clothes in it.”

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