Page 22 of Her Boss

“All right, all right. Bye… bye.”

He slipped his cell into the pocket of his slate-colored slacks. I made sure my gaze didn’t follow, for fear it would linger on his crotch.

For perhaps as long as a minute, he simply stared at me, then finally, he sighed, his eyes glittering. “You made my coffee wrong—twice. I like three sugars and two creams. You gave me two of each.”

“But Chloe didn’t?—”

He held up his huge hand. “I recognize she might not have told you exactly how I like it. That’s irrelevant. My coffee wasn’t how I prefer it, and since you are the one who prepared it, it’s ultimately your fault.”

I tried not to whine, but the injustice of what he was saying made it impossible for me not to comment. “That’s not fair!”

That’s not going to help you, idiot.

His fingers tapped upon his desk. “Quiet.”

My words died on my tongue, my heart in my throat.

And yet, here you are so wet you should probably ask the man for a mop.

I closed my eyes for a second, unable to help the flood of warmth on my cheeks.

“Look at me, you silly girl.”

My eyes snapped open, my breath catching in my throat.

“I want you standing at attention.” His gaze was fiery, the heat of it almost a physical thing. “Shoulders straight. No—more than that. Better.”

I flushed anew, knowing how the enforced position pushed my breasts into even greater prominence. The snug sleeveless top already left little to the imagination, forming my figure in a way that displayed it without being completely over the top. My breasts were practically on offer to him after I’d been ordered to attention like some army recruit before her cruel, barking drill sergeant.

That imagery isn’t going to help your flooding pussy, Gen.

It wasn’t that I liked being berated—especially in a way that was clearly capricious and uncalled for—but there was no denying his words were having an effect on me, regardless of how much that realization embarrassed and confused me. My nipples were steel-hard points, and the gusset of my panties was stuck to my labia, the fabric completely soaked through already.

While part of me wanted to kill him because he was being such a dick, that still hadn’t prevented my pussy from getting very, very wet.

But there was more. “You’ve been filing the invoices wrong as well. They’re supposed to be filed by purchase order, not by date. But I’m guessing you’re going to blame Chloe for not telling you about that, too.”

Though I had to almost bite my tongue off to do it, I avoided replying. I knew then that it was a futile endeavor, sure to only get me into further hot water.

“Good,” he said softly. “The girl can learn, after all.”

I blushed to the roots of my hair. I’d never been dressed down like that in my life… and I could scarcely recall ever being so physically aroused either.

It was incredibly confusing.

You getting off on being verbally abused now?

But it wasn’t that, at all. It was, well, it was Rick showing me, telling me, what he expected of me. While it was embarrassing, at least it was something. Learning wasn’t usually easy, and while I didn’t at all like his methods, I had some idea what he might have been up to. So, I went along with it as best I could, understanding that what was most likely to get me back on something passably resembling the good side of the taciturn, very intimidating, very large man was my best course of action.

I’d figure out what it all might mean some other time.

Yeah, sure you will. In your bed tonight. With your fingers in your cunt.

“But you are trying—which is more than I can say for most interns I’ve had over the years.”

I hated the bloom of pride in my chest at the words. They were barely a compliment. Weren’t they? With Rick, I really had no hope of knowing. But my body’s instant reaction seemed unambiguous.

Yes, the man was grumpy, unfair, and probably the epitome of what every workplace harassment course told men not to behave like. But there was one other truth that overshadowed that completely.

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