A Whore For My Boss

At this point in my writing, I'm beginning to feel like a slut, but I'm in way too deep to stop now, so I'll tell you about something else, or should I say, someone else.

Mr. Simeon. My Boss.

After my graduation from college, I started to look for a job, and I found one pretty quickly.

On the day I resumed, morning breeze chilled my skin as I strolled through the city toward the building I hoped to call home for the rest of my life.

At five a.m., the usually busy streets were deserted, the occasional taxi driver driving aimlessly down the road and looking for work. I continued my short five-minute walk and finally stopped at Homo Industries Inc, smiling up at the skyscraper.

      While it wasn’t the biggest building in town, it was at least twenty stories high and a piece of architectural artwork. Since I was a girl, it had been my dream to work here, doing any sort of job, and last week, I was finally offered the position as the assistant for the CEO of the company. Wink wink.

      I opened the front doors and walked into the lobby, swiping the company ID card Homo Industries sent me in the mail earlier this week.

Honestly, I was surprised that I was even offered this position because I hadn’t even interviewed with the CEO and I had only told Mr. Johnny that I was looking for a job and the very next day, I had gotten a phone call.

Anyway, I wasn’t going to complain. I had wanted this for so long.

When I stepped into the elevator and pushed the top button, my stomach flipped with nervousness. I hoped to God that I didn’t fu'ck this up.

I didn't have to sorry too much about money since I had so many people ready to go all out for me. But there's nothing that can boost a girl's morale like independence.

      “Hold the elevator!” someone shouted.

Just before the doors closed, I slipped my arm between them, making them reopen.

A younger man with devilish brown eyes, small lines on his forehead, and a head full of thick brown hair with streaks of gray in it hurried into the elevator, a phone to his ear.

When he looked at me, I smiled nervously and glanced down at my toes.

“Let me call you back when I get into the office,” he said, voice deep and resonant, then stuffed the phone into his pocket.

The elevator closed its doors and began traveling up the elevator shaft to the top floor. “Going to the top floor too?”

“Yes,” I said, glancing over at him and smiling.

Lips curling into a smile, or was that a smirk?

he tilted his head to the side to peer at me with those intense brown eyes. “What’s your name?”

      “Kiara, ” I said, shifting under his gaze for a few moments. When I realized that I didn’t ask for his, my cheeks flamed. I opened my mouth as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “And...”

      Before I could finish my sentence, he walked out of the elevator and looked back at me. “Well, have a great first day here, Kiara. I hope you enjoy yourself here.”

      He greeted the man, Jared, at the front desk and walked into a hallway, which must’ve led to the back offices.

      For a few moments, I stared at his departing figure. How’d he know it was my first day?

      After shaking my head to urge myself to forget it, I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and walked out of the elevator to the desk.

I introduced myself and was told to wait in an empty office to fill out some preliminary paperwork before I could officially start.

      By the time I finished, it was after lunch. I handed the papers to the man at the front desk, who stood up and gestured to the back offices.

      “Okay, Kiara. You’re all finished. I think it is time you meet our CEO, Mr. Simeon. His office is all the way down the hall and to the left.”

      When I made it to his door, I took a deep breath, promised myself not to fuck this up, and knocked twice on his door. Rubbing my sweaty palms together, I tried to breathe evenly to calm my racing heart, but I had been anxiously waiting to meet him all morning.

      “Come in,” someone called from inside the room.

I walked into the room and saw the man from the elevator leaning over a large desk and hundreds of papers.

When he saw me standing, dumbfounded, in his doorway, he stood up and threw me another one of those devilish smiles.

      “Kiara, I hope you’re having a good first day. I looked over your profile this morning, and I am pleased to be working with someone like you.”

      My lips parted slightly as I stumbled over my words to figure out something to say. Was I stupid or just plain dumb? Why hadn’t I put two and two together earlier this morning? Not many people worked on the twentieth floor of this building.

      “I-I-I … sorry. I should’ve...I should’ve...” Damn, what was wrong with me? Why the hell was I reacting like this with him? I had never been this nervous with any other employer. “I’m glad to be working with you too.”

      He walked around his desk, leaned against it, and crossed his arms, his suit tightening around his biceps. “No need to be nervous, Kiara. I promise that I don’t bite,” he said, tongue gliding against his front teeth.

And stupid me waited for him to finish with, Unless you want me to.

At the thought, my cheeks flamed even hotter. I couldn’t help to think that there was another meaning to his words, a meaning that I was giving them.

He was my boss. I couldn’t be thinking about stuff like that, especially on the first day. My slutty mind was getting the better of me.

After showing me to my office, which looked nearly identical to his with a huge bookshelf, large floor-length windows, and a grand red-oak desk, he placed his hand on my back and guided me back to his room.

      “There is something that I didn’t include in the job description when you applied,” he started, squeezing my shoulder slightly and moving to my side to whisper in my ear. “Most days are long and stressful for me.”

With his voice so deep and so low in my ear, I shivered and clenched. Fucking clenched.

“Well, I can help with that,” I said, not really knowing what I was getting myself into.

“You will help.”

It wasn’t a suggestion but a coldhearted demand which I knew very well. I just didn't want to believe it.

“How?” I asked, feeling more warmth pool between my legs, the longer this man stood beside me.

He moved behind me, his body centimeters from mine, and trailed his fingers around my waist.

Stubble brushing against the column of my neck, he took my earlobe between his lips and tugged on it slightly. “Like this,” he said, undoing the first button on my top.