Page 32 of Room Service
I take a deep breath as I walk into the solicitor’s office, which is just down the road from work. I figured my lunchbreak was a good time to bite the bullet, and there’s no point in letting this drag on any longer than it needs to, especially not after yesterday.
“Hi,” I say as I approach the desk and get the attention of the receptionist who smiles at me politely.
“Good morning, and how can I help you?” She’s very over-the-top polite, but I guess she has to be, dealing with potential clients and all.
“Um, I was wondering if I could book an appointment because I need a divorce.” Not quite how I wanted to word it, but it’s too late to try and articulate the words now.
The receptionist looks at her computer screen and makes a humming noise. “I can get you an appointment for in two months’ time,” she tells me.
“Two months? Wow.”
“Yes, we get booked up in advance.”
“Yes, of course. Well, okay then, I’ll take it,” I tell her with a nod of my head.
“Excellent. Let me just get some details from you and then I can get it all booked in.” I spend the next twenty minutes giving her the relevant information, which seems to be just about everything but my bra size. When I’m done, I only have ten minutes left of my lunchbreak, so I rush back to the hotel, shoving a breakfast bar down my throat as I go. I’ll be bloody starving by tonight, but it’ll have to do. I can’t risk upsetting Hayley after what went down yesterday. Although, I’m yet to see her today, which is highly unusual. She’s usually lording it about the place all day long, barking orders and scrutinising anyone for the slightest little thing. I’m surprised she doesn’t bollock us all for breathing. The thought makes me chuckle quietly to myself as I walk into the staff room and put my things away in my locker. I make my way to the supply cupboard and start to fill my arms full of products, when the door opens behind me and closes again quickly. I don’t take much notice as I continue to grab what I need—that is until I see that it’s not another worker in here but the fucking boss himself. Dorien.
“You okay?” he asks, like it’s perfectly normal for him to be in the supply cupboard with a maid.
“I’m okay, thank you. Are you turning into some kind of stalker now?” I ask playfully, really needing to keep conversation light, for my own sanity more than anything.
He smirks, and it makes me feel stupidly good. “Would it bother you if I was?”
I pretend to think about it for a moment. “Wouldn’t that be classed as gross misconduct?”
“So is eating your employee’s pussy, but it’s not about to stop me,” he says as he turns and locks the supply cupboard before pinning me with his gorgeous eyes.
“Dorien, don’t…” But even I can hear how bloody unconvincing I sound.
“Don’t what?” He quirks an eyebrow and begins to undo his shirt buttons. Oh lord have mercy, those abs are a thing of fucking beauty.
“We can’t do this.” I attempt to keep the lust out of my voice, but it’s no use when he’s walking towards me and letting his shirt fall to the floor.
“We can do anything we want.”
“You can. I can’t.”
He stops in front of me, the scent of his aftershave making me stifle a moan. He smells so good.
“Think of the perks, Elise.”
“The perks?”
He moves his hands to my waist, and I drop the products that were in my arms onto the floor.
“Fucking the boss is a pretty good perk,” he says as he lifts me and sits me on the shelf behind before he nestles in-between my legs.
“It’s the quickest way to get fired,” I tell him, but he’s clearly not about to stop, and I’m not about to end this either. He makes me feel good, and I desperately need good right now.
“Only if the boss is unhappy.”
“So, if I keep fucking you, you’ll be happy?” I ask, my head tilting to the side a little.
“Very,” he replies before he leans down and licks my neck. “Tell me, Elise, are you already wet for me?”
There’s no point in lying. I’m fucking soaked and he knows it. “Yes.”
“Good fucking girl.” His lips capture mine, and I moan into his mouth, my body coming alive from his hands running up the insides of my thighs and his tongue dancing with mine. My hands move to his trousers and undo them, my fingers greedy to touch his dick and ride the high that only he’s ever given me. I push his boxers and trousers to just below his arse, and then I wrap my fingers around his cock, moving up and down oh-so-slowly as he continues to devour my mouth and run his fingers up and down my thighs.
