MIXING PLEASURES

I open my eyes and I’m first met with the bright early morning sun. I lift a palm and run it over my face to clear my eye sight before looking around. The unfamiliar environment startles me but what really causes an alarm and a sudden wild beating of my heart in my chest, is the man who lies on the bed with me. A very familiar man whose thick strong arm also happens to be wrapped around my waist.

This is so bad…

This is really, incredibly bad.

I’m naked, and my boss Marcus Wayne is similar naked and laying beside me in a deep sleep.

To ensure I don’t startle him awake, I arise slowly from my laying position on the bed and use two fingers, my pointy finger and thumb to remove his heavy arm that is possessively curved around my waist.

I throw the blanket covering us and stand from the bed.

Yes, I am indeed fully naked.

As I start to panic at the insanity of it all, my memories from last night floods into my mind.

Me and Marcus going on a gala together

Marcus heavy gaze roaming all over my body wrapped in my gold mesh evening gown- and while I had initially concluded that I was imagining that part, our state of undress is making me doubt. Before last night, Marcus Wayne for the three years I have been working for him as his executive secretary has never given me any reason to believe that he is attracted to me. And if I ever had doubted that, the millions of one night stand he sleeps with day after day is enough to prove it.

I continue to remember the events of last night and recall Marcus winning the award for New York entrepreneur of the year

Then, Marcus and I sipping glasses upon glasses of champagne to celebrate, followed by me helping a drunk Marcus to his hotel room…. Wait, I look around my surroundings once more, but this isn’t my hotel room. If I can recall correctly, this is Marcus’s room. The penthouse suite because nothing less than the best for the king, Mr. Wayne.

So how did we end up here? How did I end up on his bed? I’m not done asking myself internal monologue questions when more memories flood my brain. This time, the memories are filled with images that would ruin the mind of any normal person.

I blush like a virgin bride during her first time on her wedding night as I recall x rated memories of my boss, Marcus Wayne kissing me like a starved man and me kissing him back like a desperate lust-filled seductress. I remember Marcus pulling my hair to grant him more access, ripping my dress-

Bloody hell! My dress!

I immediately turn around in my full naked glory and go about searching for the brand new evening dinner gown I purchased just last week and love more than I love anything else at the moment.

I find my gown but it is little more than strips of clothing pieces now.

“Damn it!” I curse aloud before quickly clapping a palm over my mouth as if to force the words back inside. I look behind me to the bed and exhale a breath of relief when I see Mr. Wayne is still sleeping sounding.

Now that my eyes are set on him, I’m unable to look away.

I move my gaze over my insanely attractive boss, from his silky dark brown hair like the color of rich undiluted coffee, to his high cheekbones and perfectly shaped jawline. The blanket that was covering us but now him alone, is haphazardly placed lowly on his hips giving me a full view of his toned, tan absolutely lick-able chest and pecs.

Speaking of the word lick-able, I remember doing a lot of that last night, multiple times. In between begging him not to stop and to do more of whatever he was doing.

I bite my button lip at the memory. I am in so much trouble.

What am I going to do when he wakes up? I’m going to get fired I just know it. One of Mr. Wayne’s unbreakable rules is that he never mixes business and work, with pleasure. And now, we have just done that.

I remember about six months ago, a leaked email correspondence between a previous staff, Victoria and her colleague in the company’s public relations department revealed Victoria saying she would give just about anything including her salary for an entire year to spend a single night in Mr. Wayne’s bed and when my boss who is also the company’s CEO, heard of it, he informed human resources to fire her with immediate effect. In his words, “if my staffs are too busy eye-fucking and daydreaming about me, they won’t get their jobs done”

That is how stern he is with his no mixing business with pleasure rule. And now, I have gone and wrecked right through it. Sleeping with my boss? And loving the hell out of it? Absolute insanity.

Should I wake him up and start begging and apologizing? Or should I just run the hell away, maybe move out of New York while at it?

“Ugh!” I groan out loudly in frustration and regret it instantly the next second when I see Mr. Wayne shift into a different position. He is waking up. I’m surprised he is still sleeping at this hour, I know him well enough to know he has a rigorous life schedule that includes waking up ridiculously early.

My choice on what I should do is taken away from me when I see Mr. Wayne yawn sleepily. I just know he is about to open his eyes any moment from now and the panic gets me moving.

Rapidly, I grab my dress but it is way to ripped to be worn so I exchange it for Marcus's white dress shirt that is also lying on the floor. My room is on the floor beneath his so I just need to ensure my private parts are covered and pray that I don’t run into anyone while using the elevator. I button the shirt and thankfully it is long enough that it comes to my mid thighs. Marcus is as huge as I am tiny and while I always hated how he intimidated me with his height by looking down on me with annoyance whenever I do something he dislikes, I’m thankful for the difference now.

I grab my gold dress because… well just because. My high heeled shoes I grab as well by the dainty straps than lastly, my tiny clutch. Then I make my way to the door as quickly as I can before Marcus wakes up and catches me fleeing from his room wearing only his shirt.