Page 11 of Sending Nudes to My Boss

He’s wearing his usual button down shirt without a tie, but it’s not buttoned to the throat as it normally would be, leavingthree inches of chest exposed at the top. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow and the shirt, overall, looks wrinkled. Like it was pulled from a laundry hamper this morning.

While I’m certainly not complaining about seeing all of this extra skin, I’m concerned immediately.

“Are you okay?” I gasp, setting his coffee down. His head is in his hands, fingers raked through his hair. He glances up at the coffee, then at me. Those icy blue eyes look wild. A little unhinged, a little panicked.

My first thought is that something terrible must have happened.

“I received your gift yesterday,” he says. His voice is raw and hoarse.

“Oh,” I say, remembering theEdible Arrangementthat I had delivered to his home. “Right. Um…did you like it? Was something wrong with it?”

He looks at me like I’ve gone insane.

“Of course I fucking liked it,” he says with emphasis. “How could I not?”

Wow.

I expected a polite thanks at most from my boss when I placed the order online yesterday. I also expected that my health-nut boss would probably discard half of it in the trash immediately. You know, since all of that chocolate covered fruit contains more sugar than he allows himself to consume in a calendar year.

But still, it felt like sending him a thank you gift would be a nice gesture.

“Well…good. I’m just trying to say thank you,” I say awkwardly.

William rises from his desk, coming around and approaching me. I back away a few steps, but he doesn’t stop coming towards me until I’ve backed all the way into one of his shelves of leatherbound reference books. My butt hits the shelves and I gasp when William closes the remaining distance between us, pressing the front of his hips against my stomach.

He’s hard.

My boss is pressing his rock hard erection against me.

What the hell is happening?

His large, warm hands grip my hips, pressing us even closer together. My heart is beating one million beats per minute now. It’s like the stuff of my dirtiest dreams, the smuttiest things I’ve ever hoped for in my years of crushing on my boss, are happening.

A literal dream coming true.

“I told you,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to keep thanking me. But if you insist on giving me a gift like that, I’ll accept it every time. I’m too weak to resist the temptation.”

“That’s surprising,” I breathe. “You’re not normally one to indulge.”

“Indulge,” he repeats. “That’s the perfect fucking word, isn’t it? Oh, Iindulged, alright.”

One of his hands glides up my side. He lifts his hand, letting the backs of his knuckles graze my breast before cupping my face in his palm.

I am so confused. I want to say something, to ask a question, but the way he’s touching me has caused my brain to basically shut down. I don’t think I could form a sentence right now if my life depended on it.

“I’ve always wanted you, Dot,” he says.

“You have?” I breathe.

His fingers are reaching for my shirt buttons now. I don't take my eyes off his face as he pops them open.One. Two. Three. Four.

“Of course,” he says. “But as your boss, I can’t be the one to make the first move.”

Isn’t that exactly what’s happening, though?

Maybe he finds fruit bouquets erotic. Or…maybe he’s saying he doesn’t mind being the one to make the first move anymore. Maybe being my legal defense has caused him to see me in a new light. Learning about my long-standing feud with some mean girl from high school. And about my boudoir business.

That’s got to be it. He’s seen me in a new light!

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