Page 11 of Enemy Boss

“I don’t know. You went all quiet and then your face and neck started getting red,” Lisa says.

Great. Even my own body is working against me today. Thanks for that universe. Thanks a lot.

“I’m just a bit hot,” I lie.

Well actually, it’s not a lie. I am just not going to even hint on to the fact that I am

feeling a bit too hot because I am thinking about how Cullen’s cock felt when it was

filling me up, and that it is nothing at all to do with the temperature in the room

Well actually, it’s not a lie. I am just not going to even hint on to the fact that I am

feeling a bit too hot because I am thinking about how Cullen’s cock felt when it was

filling me up, and that it is nothing at all to do with the temperature in the room

Well actually, it’s not a lie. I’m just not going to even hint on to the fact that I am feeling a bit too hot because I’m thinking about how Cullen’s cock felt when it was filling me up, and that it is nothing at all to do with the temperature in the room.

Well actually, it’s not a lie. I am just not going to even hint on to the fact that I am

feeling a bit too hot because I am thinking about how Cullen’s cock felt when it was

filling me up, and that it is nothing at all to do with the temperature in the room

“Do you need to go outside and get some air or something?” Lisa asks, still peering at me with concern etched on her face.

I shake my head and smile, forcing my attention back onto her and her screen and away from my wild imagination. I feel kind of guilty that she looks so concerned. God what would she think if she knew the truth.

“No, honestly, I’m ok,” I say.

Lisa looks at me for a second longer. I don’t know if I was particularly convincing in my words or if the redness from my skin has started to fade back to normal, but either way, Lisa turns away from me and faces her screen again, continuing on with her tutorial. We go through several programs I know well and a few I don’t, but they all seem user friendly enough, and I’m sure I will be fine with finding my way around them on my own once I have to. She shows me the filing system, both electronic and paper, and she shows me all around the building. By the end of the day, I’m tired, but satisfied. I feel like I have done well for my first day and I haven’t seen Cullen since first thing this morning, which I consider as a win.

The next two weeks pass in a blur of learning and, by the end of week one I’m pretty much the one doing the job and Lisa is just observing me and only stepping in when I am obviously floundering or if something is going to go horribly wrong if she leaves me to roll with it. I’ve had to deal with Cullen a lot on the phone, and even a couple of times face to face, but it hasn’t been so bad. He’s been cool to me, but that’s ok; he’s my boss now and I don’t expect anything else. I am also getting used to seeing him around and I find that I am no longer shocked at how handsome he is every time I see him now, although I do still find myself staring at him and unable to look away from time to time. What? He’s good to look at. I can’t help it.

Today is my first day of going solo and I’m determined to nail it. Lisa left me her cellphone number in case I need to ask her anything, but I really don’t want to disturb her with work stuff now that she’s no longer at work, so I’m going to try my best to muddle through if there’s anything I don’t really understand. As much as I tell myself I don’t care what Cullen thinks of me, I care enough to not want him to think I can’t do this job without Lisa to hold my hand.

My desk phone rings I’m opening up my programs on the computer and I reach for the receiver and bring it up to my face. I take a deep breath and smile so that I sound open and friendly.

“Good morning, thank you for calling ITSafe. You have reached Cullen Monroe’s desk. How can I help you?” I say.

My greeting feels long and awkward when I say it. When Lisa said it, it always sounded natural, like it just flowed off her tongue. I make a mental note to change the greeting to something that feels closer to what I would say naturally while still maintaining the professional air that is required.

“I need to speak to Cullen please,” a male voice says.

“Is he expecting your call?” I ask politely.

The caller snorts.

“I doubt it seeing as I didn’t decide to call until a minute ago,” he says.

“Ok,” I say. “Let me see if he’s available. Who should I say is calling?”

“Don’t bother asking him, he wouldn’t dare refuse my calls,” the man says and laughs. “I’m his brother by the way.”

“Oh, ok,” I say, my smile becoming more real now I know it isn’t an irate client calling to say I have made a terrible mistake already.

I remember Lisa telling me that Cullen is big on family and if his mom or brother calls to always put them through unless he is in with someone.

---