Yes, Boss 1💦

CHLOE

I sat across from him with my hands folded tightly in my lap, trying not to look as desperate as I felt. My palms were already starting to sweat.

Mr. Grant leaned back in his big leather chair like he had all the time in the world. He was in his early forties, tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of calm authority that made people straighten up the second he walked into a room. Everyone in the office listened when he spoke. Including me.

“You’ve been here fourteen months,” he said, voice even. “You’re good at your job. Reliable. Quiet. You never cause problems.” His eyes dropped to my blouse for a second — just long enough for me to notice — before coming back up to my face. “But reliable doesn’t get people promoted. Not here.”

My stomach twisted hard. I needed the raise. Rent was already late. My bank account was so close to empty it made me nauseous every time I checked it. I forced my voice to stay steady.

“I understand, sir. I’m willing to take on more responsibility. Work longer hours. Stay late. Whatever you need.”

He smiled slowly. The kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes in a friendly way.

“Whatever I need.”

The way he repeated my words made something uncomfortable curl low in my belly. I shifted in the chair.

He stood up and walked around the desk until he was standing right in front of me. Close enough that I had to tip my head back to look at him. I could smell his cologne — something expensive and clean.

“I’m going to be direct,” he said. “There’s a senior position opening next month. It comes with a significant pay increase. Enough that you won’t have to worry about rent for a long time. I can give it to you.” He paused, letting the words settle. “But I want something in return.”

My mouth went dry. I already knew. Some part of me had known the second he closed the office door. Still, I made him say it.

“What do you want?”

“You.” His voice stayed completely calm, almost polite. “In this office. On your knees. On the desk. Bent over it. However I want you. Whenever I want you.” He tilted his head slightly. “No dating. No relationship. No expectations outside of this building. Just your body when I call for it. In exchange, the promotion is yours.”

I stared at him. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.

I had only had sex once in my life. It was two years ago with a guy from university who barely knew what he was doing. It had been awkward and rushed and uncomfortable. He finished in under three minutes. I didn’t come. I didn’t even get close. Afterward I just felt empty and sore and weirdly disappointed. I never tried again. I told myself I simply wasn’t a sexual person. That I didn’t need it. That I was fine.

Now my boss was offering me money — real money, security — for the one thing I had spent two years avoiding.

“I… need time to think,” I whispered.

He nodded like he had expected that answer. “You have until tomorrow morning. If you accept, come to my office at eight. Door closed. If you don’t show up… we’ll pretend this conversation never happened and you’ll stay exactly where you are.”

I stood up on legs that felt unsteady. I didn’t look at him again as I left.

My best friends were already at my apartment when I got home. Maya had her feet tucked under her on the couch, scrolling on her phone. Jordan was in the kitchen pouring drinks like he paid rent here. They were the only two people in the world who knew almost everything about me.

I dropped my bag by the door and just stood there for a second.

Maya looked up. “Uh-oh. That’s your ‘something happened’ face.”

I walked over and sat between them on the couch. Then I told them everything. Every single word Mr. Grant had said. By the time I finished, my voice had gone quiet.

Maya’s eyes were wide. Jordan let out a low, impressed whistle.

“Jesus,” Maya said. “He’s been staring at your ass for months. Took him long enough to actually say something.”

“I don’t know if I can do it,” I admitted, staring at my hands. “I’ve only had sex once and it was… bad. Like, really bad. I didn’t come. I didn’t even enjoy it. I haven’t wanted to try again since. I don’t think I like sex.”

Jordan shifted closer on my other side. “One shitty experience doesn’t define anything. You’re allowed to want it. You’re allowed to try again without it meaning you’re broken.”

Maya’s hand landed on my thigh. Warm. Casual at first. “You’re wound so tight right now it’s actually painful to look at.”

I tensed under her palm. “Maya—”

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I froze completely.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Helping you relax,” she murmured, and kissed me again, slower this time. Her lips were soft. Familiar in a way that still felt brand new.

Jordan’s fingers brushed my hair behind my ear. When I turned my head to look at him, startled, he didn’t pull away. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, just below my ear.

My heart started slamming against my ribs.

“Guys… wait—”

Maya’s hand slid higher under my shirt. Her fingers found the edge of my bra and then slipped underneath. When she pinched my nipple between her fingers — gently at first — a sharp little gasp left my mouth before I could stop it.

“Maya!” My voice came out shaky. “What the hell are you doing?”

She didn’t stop. She rolled my nipple slowly, watching my face the entire time. “You’re sensitive,” she said softly. “I can feel it.”

Jordan’s hand rested on my other thigh and squeezed. “You’re allowed to feel good,” he said against my neck, voice low. “You don’t have to be scared of it every time someone touches you.”

I was breathing too fast. Part of me wanted to push them both away and lock myself in the bathroom. Another part of me — a part I didn’t recognize — was already getting wet, and that terrified me more than the conversation with my boss had.

Maya pinched my nipple again, a little harder. A small, broken sound escaped my throat. My hips twitched without my permission.

“I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered, eyes stinging for some reason.

“You don’t have to know,” Maya said. Then she kissed me properly — deep and slow. I hesitated for a long second, body stiff, before I let her tongue slide against mine. A quiet moan slipped out of me into her mouth. I sounded nothing like myself.

Jordan’s hand slid between my legs, pressing firmly against me over my pants. I jumped and grabbed his wrist, but I didn’t push him away. The pressure felt too good and too much at the same time.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, half-shocked.

Maya pulled my shirt higher, exposing my bra. Jordan kissed down the side of my neck while his fingers rubbed slow circles between my legs. Maya tugged one bra cup down and pinched my bare nipple this time. The direct contact made me cry out softly.

“Fuck—” I gasped, head falling back against the couch.

I was trembling. My mind kept spinning. *This is my best friends. This is Maya and Jordan. Why am I letting them do this? Why does it feel like this?*

Maya’s mouth moved to my neck. Jordan pressed harder between my legs, rubbing me through my pants in a steady rhythm that made my thighs try to close around his hand. Another moan slipped out of me, louder than the last.

“That’s it,” Maya whispered against my skin. She pinched my nipple again and rolled it between her fingers. “Just feel it.”

I was already so wet it was embarrassing. I could feel it. And the fact that they could probably feel it too only made my face burn hotter.

Jordan kissed the corner of my mouth while Maya kept playing with my breast. I turned my head and kissed him back without thinking — clumsy and desperate. He groaned softly into the kiss, and the sound sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my legs.

My shirt was pushed up under my arms. One of my nipples was bare and red from Maya’s fingers. Jordan’s hand was still working between my thighs, rubbing me in firm, deliberate circles that made my hips start to move on their own.

I was panting. Shocked. Aroused. Completely out of my depth.

And I still hadn’t told them to stop.