Page 15 of Insufferable Boss

He smiled, his gaze once again going to my heavy breasts.

“I look good, don't I?” I asked. “Think I'll be able to find what I'm looking for?”

At my words, he lifted his gaze to me, somewhat surprised. I, too, was surprised at what had just left my mouth, but I wasn't taking it back.

“What exactly are you looking for?” he asked, and I responded.

“Just a way to shed the dessert weight off. If I don't find what I want, then I'll report to the gym.”

His gaze was now lowering to my lips and then once again to my breasts.

“My face is up here, sir,” I said, and he looked at me.

“I thought you wouldn’t recall how we last ran into each other the last time we met,” he said. “But it seems to me that you do.”

I smiled but refused to respond.

“No point going down that hole,” I said. “Let's keep things professional between us.”

“Hm,” he said. “I think that ship sailed when you chose to wear this dress.”

I cocked my head then and almost sighed. The door had been opened, and I had no interest whatsoever in backing out.

“What's wrong with my dress?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Absolutely nothing, it's fucking fantastic.”

I knew where this was headed and decided to nip it in the bud before it got too out of hand.

“Alright,” I set my spoon down. “I think we can leave now. I’m running late.”

He smiled, and then he nodded.

He called the waiter over and even when I offered to pay for the bill, he gave me a look and declined.

“This is not a date,” I told him. “I should pay for my own meal.”

“You’re company guest,” he said. “The company pays for our guest.”

This made sense to me, so I nodded and rose to my feet.

“I’ll walk you outside,” he said, and I nodded in response.

We headed over to the curb, and there we stopped in the dark but cool bustling New York City evening.

“You’re going to take a cab?” he asked, and I turned to look at him.

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“A chauffeur is safer,” he said. “Especially at this time of the night.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said and began to look out for one.

I could feel him staring at me, and suddenly I felt self-conscious, especially as the breeze began to blow my hair into my face. I tucked it behind my ears, and eventually, the taxi arrived.

“See you tomorrow,” he said. “The chauffeur will be ready to pick you up at any time you prefer.”

“Sure,” I said and got in.

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