My Boss Wants Me So Bad Novels & Stories

“Tell me I’m wrong.” I hesitated, my pulse racing. I’d noticed him—how could I not? The way he commanded a room, the confidence in his stride. But this? “You’re my boss.” “And you’re my weakness.” He pulled me to my feet, his hands on my waist now, firm but not forcing. “I’ve wanted you since the day you started. Say the word, and we’ll see about that promotion.” I should have said no. Pushed him away. But the desperation for the money, mixed with the heat building between us, made me relent. “I… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

After I said that, I texted the friend whom I wanted to invite. Cathy and everyone in the company knew her. I looked at the time on my phone. “It’s late. Shall we go?” My boss pretended to be considerate. “I already booked the place. Let’s go, it’s definitely worth it!” I did not hesitate. “Thank you for your help, Vincent.”

I was just his shadow. "Hey, I need the restroom," I whispered. He nodded absently. In front of the mirror, I retouched my lipstick. Then I saw her - Janet Maddox - behind me. "I didn't know people could look so alike..." she said, rinsing her hands. "Yeah... I guess," I replied, edging toward the door. "He likes you," she said calmly. "Nic? He's my boss," I answered. She smiled softly and stepped toward me. "I know. You'd make a wonderful mother."

— I love it — I said, feeling that I was getting confident and that I was not ashamed at all. — Well, all this belongs to you, but for now it's time to cover it up — He laughed, putting on his pants - You look beautiful too, I know it's hard for you to move, so if you let me I could dress you up — You should know, dear boss, you don't ask for permission for that — I clarified cynically while I placed my hands on my breasts, eager for him to take off his clothes again and attack me. — Ummm you want to provoke me! — he mumbled without taking his eyes off me

Does this girl really realize that I am her boss for fuck's sake? But she is right, Ellie! You can't refute the enthusiasm you are feeling nor the urge of being close to your "about to be" boss. My stupid brain mocks, making me sigh! My boss, huh! For as long as I meet his expectations in the field he will assign me to, I can't deny him the pleasure. Besides, he said he can bend the rules, and that thought is still freshly wavering in my dirty brain. I didn't make that suggestion, and I can't resist him. Period!

I answered. “Yours is better. You can just request for it. I can’t so as to keep my job. You’re lucky man” “I don’t get you” I scrunched my brows. “Boss is fond of you” He said. “I still don’t get you” “You don’t have to pretend. We aren’t blind you know? There’s definitely going on between you and boss” “Wait..Wait.., Miranda and I are just friends. Nothing more. Where is this coming from?”

Now, whatever was exciting about that? "He's my boss" Her face scrunched up at my words, eyes looking me top to bottom. "You should have thought of that at the start of it all" Her words were flat. "Besides—a sigh poured out my lips, body relaxing back in the seat—It's hard to understand him, T" "I don't wanna complicate things more than they already are" "And I swear his mother is just this close to having me thrown out the company" I let out. "You'll only be killing yourself wallowing in feelings that itch at you every day" I heard the voice of my friend blast into my ears.

"Despite what you might think of me." His grin goes malicious as he places a hand on my hip. "Then why are you so eager to please him and not me," he grabs my ass and I have to pretend not to care, pretend like I want his touch when feeling his hands on me makes me want to vomit. I think of Micah and his tender embraces and my body relaxes. "I'm only doing what you asked me to do," I cry. "You want me to convince the boss to like me well enough to take me to the ball, right?"

Now, whatever was exciting about that? "He's my boss" Her face scrunched up at my words, eyes looking me top to bottom. "You should have thought of that at the start of it all" Her words were flat. "Besides—a sigh poured out my lips, body relaxing back in the seat—It's hard to understand him, T" "I don't wanna complicate things more than they already are" "And I swear his mother is just this close to having me thrown out the company" I let out. "You'll only be killing yourself wallowing in feelings that itch at you every day" I heard the voice of my friend blast into my ears.