Page 4 of Bossed By the Orc

Chapter Three

Penelope

I muttered curses under my breath as I pushed the cart into the elevator after leaving the massive, annoying orc behind. He might be gorgeous, but he was a complete and utter dick.

I was scowling the entire way down, my mind replaying our entire interaction in a loop in my head. I bit my lower lip when I remembered the bulge in his pants, trying to forget it and only remember the hateful way he’d treated me.

My brain wasn’t letting me, though. It was reminding me that he was the biggest male I’d ever seen—in person anyway.

I wasn’t a prude by any means and I’d watched enough porn of different species to know that there were bigger cocks in the world, but none that I thought I might be able to take inside.

My face burned as I looked around guiltily, even though it was only a thought. I wasn’t saying that I would fuck the asshole anyway. Just that if I did, he would be the biggest I’d ever had.

The line of thought wasn’t helping the blood rushing to my face or the inexplicable wetness of my panties. I emptied my cart quickly, my face not losing any of its previous heat. This was definitely not what I should be thinking about.

In fact, if I was going to imagine any orc naked, it should be the second one who’d entered the floor after I had. He’d introduced himself as Rudgar and he was a perfect gentlemale.

He’d resembled the other orc so much that at first I’d been startled. When Rudgar had smiled at me, I’d realized that would be what it would look like if my orc smiled.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my hands filled with cleaning products. Looking around again and once more finding myself alone, I gave a nervous chuckle.

Not my orc. I didn’t have an orc. I didn’t have an anyone and it would be best to remember that. I was here for a purpose and nothing should distract me from it.

I moved to the changing room, my bag with street clothes in my hand and I marched forward with determination. I would not be remembering how perfectly gorgeous the male was. In fact, I’d be forgetting him immediately because if there was anyone who was off-limits, it was him. He was my boss and I’d do my best to remember that. He was the boss for the entire company. Everyone answered to him.

No wonder he’s such an arrogant prick.

Holding onto the caustic remark instead of the alluring memories of what he looked like in his suit, I put my bag on the counter at the bank of sinks and mirrors.

It wasn’t as though he would give me a second look anyway. I was a chubby human who he found just as annoying as I found him. Sighing deeply, I worked at the buttons of the dress I was wearing, stepping into the shower area.

I was so relieved when I saw that there were showers in the changing rooms. My roommate’s boyfriend always seemed to appear out of nowhere when I got out of the shower and I kept wondering if he was checking to see if I’d walk out naked.

It also stressed me out to have to keep making sure the door was securely locked. He was creepy enough that I double-checked my bedroom door lock each night, too.

The company was nice enough to provide toiletries and I was so grateful for the free things. That way every penny saved on body wash and shampoo could go back home to my parents.

I was lost in my own thoughts, scrubbing for a few minutes, but when my sudsy hands skimmed my breasts and I instead wondered what a certain orc’s fingers would feel like, everything came to a screeching halt.

No, no, no. Bad Pen. No imagining fucking the boss.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I pushed myself to think of anything else as I finished as fast as I could. Thoughts of the books that I was planning on checking out of the local library ran through my mind instead and the relief was intense. Books were safe. Books wouldn’t get me in trouble.

Grabbing the towels I’d brought along with me—knowing I’d be making good use of the shower facilities, I dried quickly and headed to my locker. The day hadn’t been difficult. In fact, it was way easier than the cleaning I’d done at the shoe factory back home and I was being paid so much more.

I took a deep breath, optimism shining in my heart for the first time in a long time. If I did a good job and kept chipping away at our debt, in a few years I’d be able to move back home.

Everything would work itself out, I just knew it. All I needed to do was focus on the goal and keep my eyes—and definitely my mind—off of the tempting orc.

I failed at keeping my mind off of the orc. In fact, I made it all of two blocks down the street without thinking of him. I was too busy dodging the constant crowds that were hustling to their destinations, even at this time of night, but I was counting my distraction in my favor.

By the time I entered the library though, memories of the thick locks of his black hair pulled me back to him. He had the kind of hair that I’d always dreamed of. Shiny and lustrous. I wondered what my fingers would look like buried in that thick mass. Better yet, with my fingers buried in his hair as he—

Finding myself going down another precarious train of thought, I redirected myself by taking pictures of the interior of the library and forwarding them to my best friend. She ran the library in our tiny town back home, but I just knew she would be obsessed with this one. First of all, there were so many more books and the systems they had were more sophisticated as well.

I texted her all about my first day, leaving out a certain orc who I shouldn’t be thinking about, and attached the picture with a heart emoji. I was hoping I could entice her to move to the city with me but she’d been reluctant so far.

I understood completely, since I’d been wary myself. While there were plenty of opportunities, it was so much more expensive to live in Grebath than our tiny town and it was scarier, too.

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