Page 4 of My Jealous Boss

I chuckle, being careful not to look at her. We’re walking on thin ice now that we’re alone. My desire for her is almost impossible to ignore.

“Are you sure you’ve never flirted with anyone before?” I ask as I count the cash to pay out her credit card tips.

“Positive,” she says, accepting the money and rising to her feet. “Well, at least not on purpose.”

“Here, let me walk you out,” I say, getting up and leading her out of the office. When we step outside, I say, “You know, you could have fooled me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were really trying to seduce me.”

“Who says I’m not?” she replies, stopping next to a little blue car that must be hers.

I don’t know what comes over me. I’m moving before I know what’s happening, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand. Then I connect our lips, kissing her softly. Miranda makes a noise of surprise before returning the kiss eagerly. Her dainty fingers wrap around my wrist as if to anchor herself. It’s clear she wants more, but my brain catches up to what’s happening, and I force myself to pull away.

“That was –” she starts, looking absolutely starstruck.

“Practice,” I say, finishing her sentence for her. “You said you didn’t have any experience. I assume you haven’t kissed many guys.”

She shakes her head, her lips still parted and shiny with saliva. I wait for her to say something else, but it seems like she’s at a loss for words. My effect on her goes straight to my cock, and I know I have to get out of here before I reach for her again.

“Drive safe,” I say, waiting until she gets into her vehicle before I start the short trek back to the building.

The rest of the evening, I can’t stop thinking about the way her soft mouth felt against mine. Despite knowing kissing her was a mistake, I want to do it again. I’m screwed, and it’s all Miranda’s fault.

Chapter 3

Miranda

My kiss with Simon consumes my every waking thought and appears in my dreams. That was the very first time I’d ever been kissed, and now I’m hungry for more. The unexpected pressure of his mouth against mine was divine. There was a subtle intimacy to it that I didn’t know I’ve been craving.

Jenny, my roommate, can tell there’s something up with me. She asked me a few times before I left for work today if something had happened between Simon and I. I assured her that there was nothing notable to report, but it’s obvious she didn’t believe me. To avoid her prying questions, I left early for my closing shift. Now I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot with time to kill.

My mind drifts back to the practice kiss from two nights ago. I never expected the learning opportunity would also include kissing. In fact, I figured that Simon would let me flirt with him until he finally got tired of my attention and told me to stop. I wonder what the limits are. Maybe things have the potential to get more… physical.

I don’t know how to ask for anything more, though. I’m fairly certain subjects like these require a kind of subtlety that I don’t possess. Do I try to drop hints? If so, what kind? Maybe it would just be better if I came right out and asked for what I want. But what is it that I want?

Eventually I want to have sex, and I’d love for Simon to take my virginity. It feels a little greedy to ask for that when all we’ve done is kiss.

There are other acts of intimacy we could engage in, though. I could ask if he’d let me practice my oral skills on him. That doesn’t feel as demanding. I’d be giving him pleasure, and I could make it clear that I don’t expect anything in return.

With my mind made up and ten minutes left before my shift starts, I get out of my car and head into Lucky’s. I greet my coworkers before clocking in, and a few minutes later, my first table of the night walks in. By the time I get their food on the table, Simon’s arrived and gone to his office.

I spend my entire shift trying to find a minute to get him alone. Unfortunately, the dinner rush comes early and lasts longer than usual. I’m running back and forth from the dining room to the kitchen the entire night, and when I catch glimpses of Simon, he’s supporting me and the other servers. By the time we’re able to talk, the restaurant is half an hour from closing.

“Talk about a busy night,” I say, sliding up to him in the kitchen where he’s waiting for an order for a dissatisfied table.

“You can say that again,” he mumbles, watching the cooks as they plate the burger. “You make good money?”

“I haven’t checked yet,” I admit, bouncing on the balls of my feet nervously. There are too many people around for me to ask about more practice, but I want to say something. So I ask, “Can we talk in your office after close?”

That gets his attention, and he inclines his head toward me. My breath catches in my chest, and my heart pounds. I haven’t even said anything yet, but I feel like I might as well have with how anxious his intense gaze makes me.

“Sure,” he says after a beat. “Everything okay?”

“Yep, perfect,” I say, wincing at how forced it sounds. “I just wanted to talk about… practice. It’s nothing bad!”

His eyes roam my face, then he grunts in acknowledgement. When he turns back toward the line cooks, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I retreat back into the dining room and make myself busy with checking on my tables. I don’t see Simon again until I’m mopping the floors.

“You just about finished out here?” he asks the bartender.

I can’t hear the bartender’s response, but I assume he says yes. Simon accepts a slip of paper from him and takes the drawer from his register. Then he makes his way to me with one of those unreadable expressions on his face.

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