Page 59 of Insufferable Boss

"I don't," I replied.

"Why?" he asked, and I was a bit taken aback by this line of questioning.

He was different from how he usually was. He was usually curt and somewhat abrasive, but tonight it seemed like he had all the time in the world. Maybe he did, and had invited me out as a result, and yet I had turned him down. My emotions were a mix between satisfaction and a slight guilt.

Shaking off this mental distraction, I thought of what I had intended to say.

"Well, I have food coming and I have to pick a movie," I told him. "So... that's quite the amount of work."

He smiled softly.

"It is indeed." And then he stopped and looked towards my bed, and to my surprise, he nodded and then headed over to sit on it.

"Sounds like a great plan. Much better than the party I was at.”

"You seem to have enjoyed yourself," I pointed out, and he smiled again. Then he took off his jacket and flung it across the room. To my surprise, it landed on the couch by the window, and I couldn't help but be impressed.

"That's a solid throw," I said, and he nodded. He began to sift through the shows, and suddenly I was curious as to what he would select. In short, I was genuinely curious about his current mood. He almost seemed like a different person.

Eventually, he settled on a sitcom, and even though I internally struggled with the choice, I had the time it took to answer the knock at my door announcing that my pizza had arrived. I paid for it, brought it in and set it on the table.

"I like this, but you should have confirmed with me when I wanted to watch it."

"It was a recommendation," he said, and to my surprise, he got up once again and began to strip. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening as I stared at him.

"You're staying?"

"Food just came, didn't it?" he asked as he headed into the bathroom, and I was left staring after him, lost.

"There was no food at the engagement party?" I asked, and he didn't respond. A few seconds later, he came out with all the buttons of his shirt undone and a huge towel in hand. I was still standing in the middle of the room as I watched him lay the huge fabric across the bed, and then he lay down across it.

"Bring the pizza box over," he said and tapped on the bed. I still wasn't sure what was happening, so all I could do was stare until eventually I did as I was asked. Afterwards, I brought over some paper towels and plastic plates I found, and then I laid them on the towel.

"Are we settled on the sitcom?" he asked as he pulled it open, and I found the remote.

"No, let's watch something else."

We went to Netflix, and I knew the exact show I had in mind. It was one that I had been eyeing for a little while now and was finally released, yet I hadn't had the time to watch it. It was raunchy but in a peculiar scenario, and it just felt like it would be suitable.

There was nothing I could put on that would make me comfortable and accepting of his presence here, so I might as well try to ignore it and do what I wanted anyway. Except eat recklessly. That part of being alone I was going to miss, but not if I kicked him out first.

27

Kane

"Let's make a deal,"she suddenly said as I reached for a plate and a slice of the meaty pizza. I wasn't one for junk food of this sort, but I wasn’t one for suddenly coming over to women's hotel rooms either and then doing nothing but watching movies. I had come here simply to fuck her brains out and her, out of her mind. I had been furious and restless when she had been absent from the dinner party, and although I wasn't surprised, it didn't change the fact that I had been annoyed.

Thus,the reason for my coming over, despite every attempt to talk myself out of stepping out of line, she was the one who did so every single time she came in contact with me. It had been nearly a week now, and it had taken every bit of strength and self-control I had to keep my hands away from her. But I saw the way she looked at me at the office, as though I was a stranger and as though I didn't know how she tasted, and it aggravated me to no end. And then there were the moments when I caught her looking, and those were quite jarring even to me because the longing in her eyes was unmistakable. Her expression would soften, and all of her walls would seemingly come down. It was a precious moment that I would relish until she noticed and looked away, and it had become something of a joy to watch her become flustered afterward.

Anyway,and to my surprise, she had truly kept away, and it hadn't been easy at all for me to put her out of my mind. I was starting to realize she was the best lay I had ever had, and this was the only explanation that I could give for why I constantly found myself thinking back to all the intimate things we'd done with each other so far and how much more there was to do, over and over again. And so, I had made my way here, wanting her no matter what.

But then shelooked so homey and relaxed as she opened the door, and I didn't want to leave. I suddenly didn't even want to fuck her anymore, at least not immediately, but in this moment, the silence and warm ambiance of the room, coupled with the dark but massive and brightly lit view from outside, was more than enough to make me want to stay.

And then,of course, there was the woman herself. Flushed and clean and so relaxed... I wanted to feel that way. Seeing her made me realize that it had been a long time since I had felt that way, and I wanted it to change. At least for the night, so here I was, eating pizza with her and feeling quite comfortable.

"What deal?"I asked.

"You eatone slice of pizza, watch twenty minutes of this show with me, and then you leave."

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