Page 41 of Insufferable Boss

I watched him leave and felt a bit sad, but I also didn't want to have to wait for him to come out of the room before I left, so I stopped him.

"Actually, I'm going to be leaving," I said, and he frowned.

"Why?"

I was almost pressed to give an entire explanation, but then I decided against it, shrugged my shoulders, and started to head towards the door.

"You got me off my run," he said, and I thought of a response.

"I'm sure you can find other ways to work it out,"

I gave a smile and almost wanted to turn around to see the disappointment on his face.

"Stop," he said, and something about his tone made me automatically obey the command. It wasn't harsh or threatening, it was just spoken with the same cold intensity and authority that he used to address all his subordinates, including me unfortunately, at the office.

"Why?" I asked and turned around, only to see that he was already heading towards me. His strides were leisurely, yet he seemed once again to be walking faster than should have been normal. In no time, he was with me. I should have cowered and run for the hills, instead I stood my ground and met his gaze.

"I'm a very tolerant person, Miss Mercer," he said. "I hate it, particularly when I feel like I'm being toyed with."

I wanted to mouth off some tease that was exactly what I had done. However, at the look in his eye, it suddenly didn't feel very flirty.

"I just want to leave," I said, and he took a step back.

"Do you want to leave because you're no longer interested, or because this is some sort of joke to you?"

"Simply because I want to," I said. "I was in the mood then, and now I'm no longer in the mood."

He stared at me, and then he smiled.

"Okay, have a nice day," he said, and I didn't know exactly what to think. I was a bit taken aback.

"You're not going to try and get me to stay?" I asked, and he didn't respond.

He disappeared into the corridor, and now I didn't want to leave.

I looked around again, and since he was no longer there, I began to take a proper look around, at the artwork on the walls and the polished steel, marble, glass, and leather of the apartment. It was sophisticated, with plush soft carpets thrown everywhere, and it made me even more excited about my own apartment.

I headed down the corridor, curious to see where he had gone, and it didn't take long for me to hear the running of the shower in the distance.

As expected, he was indeed cleaning up, and it was time to go. I was in such a weird mood where I had wanted to somewhat leave to spite him, but now that he had acted so nonchalantly about it, I wanted to stay and at least take a peek at that body he worked so hard for.

I thought of knocking on the shower door, but that seemed weird. Being here in general was weird, but I didn't let that stop me. I pushed the door open and met one of the most magnificent emerald-green-tiled bathrooms I had ever seen. For a few moments, it felt like I had walked into a jewelry box, but with the gold accents of the mirror and the steam emanating from the shower stall, it seemed more like a foggy and extremely eclectic dream. And then there was the man... completely naked and running his hands through his hair as the heavy cascade of water descended upon him. Everything, for some reason, played in slow motion in my head, and by the time I regained some element of my senses, I realized that he had noticed me and was watching me.

"This is a violation," he said as he turned the water off. I panicked slightly, wondering if he would be getting out to kick me out, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed some body wash and began to lather it all over his skin. I found myself moving closer.

"What kind of violation?" I asked and only stopped when I was right against the stall.

"Imagine if I walked in on you this way, in your own apartment."

"Well, I was invited in," I said, my eyes running down his glistening body. "I didn't break in or anything."

He met my gaze, shook his head, and began to run his hands around. I watched his huge hands as he glided across that skin, and my mouth began to water. I wanted my own hands to be doing it... to feel every hard plane and slab of muscle. It felt as though the man himself had been carved from marble, and it was mesmerizing, to say the least.

Suddenly, he opened the door, and I tried to step back, but then I stopped myself when I reminded myself that he was harmless. I wanted to be here... I chose to be here, and so I folded my arms and met his gaze. With one hand, he swiped the water away from his face along with his hair, and of course, I was greeted with several wet drops.

"Thanks," I said as I wiped it off, but he didn't respond. Instead, he issued another command.

"Come in," he said, and my eyes went to that heavy cascade. I could use a shower, but I wasn't exactly dirty enough yet. Not as dirty as I wanted to be. My clit was throbbing, my breathing getting faster, especially as my gaze went down, and I could literally see the semi-hardened rod curving upwards. I knew how far his delicious width could go, way past his navel point, and once again, all I wanted was to have him in my mouth. My jaw still kind of hurt from the previous time, but it was the kind of hurt that I wanted to feel. I looked into the stall and could imagine my hands plastered against the glass and my entire body bent at the waist as he fucked me senseless.

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