13: All black

I walked into the office on shaky legs. Waylen didn’t ask me to sit, so I stood behind a chair. 

“Yes?” he urged.

Why was he being so mean to me? We had a good time. He gave me my first orgasm. I cleared my throat as his eyes bore a hole into mine. He had unusual but beautiful eyes. I could stare into them without getting tired, only now, those eyes looked at me like they hated me.

“I wanted to know if you would like us to do things differently,” I murmured. He scoffed. I bit my lip, only releasing it when his eyes narrowed.  He may or may not intimidate me a little. “I mean, you might want to do things differently.” 

“How did my father operate?” 

“Um, I would present his schedule for the day, and we would go through it. After that, I’ll serve him a cup of coffee.” I gulped at Waylen’s frown. That was what his father liked. “Then we would attend