Page 24 of Insufferable Boss

"You want me?" I asked.

"I do," he said, and his words from earlier in his office came to mind.

"Well, Mr. Lazarus," I replied, "as you well know, we all want many things, but that doesn't mean we're going to get them."

"For the right price," he replied, "we can always get what we want."

At this, I slightly frowned, but once again, I reminded myself to be logical about this in order not to feel insulted right off the bat.

"Okay," I said. "And what do you think my price is?"

"Well, that depends on what you feel you need right now," he replied. "I, for one, am not open to a relationship of any sort, but a woman like you and an arrangement where we could get exactly what we want from the other could be incredibly beneficial."

I smiled at his words.

"Given the nature of our relationship, wouldn't this generate multiple conflicts of interest?"

"We're intelligent people," he responded. "And a point of appeal for me with you is the expectation that you will very clearly be able to separate the two.”

I didn’t respond and instead took a sip of my glass of wine. The glass that I had been planning to ignore but now I could very clearly see that I needed it. He watched me and then he asked.

"What do you say?"

I so badly wanted to say yes, but that would be an emotional decision. Saying no would be purely logical as well, but somewhere in the middle? I shot for that.

"I'll consider it," I said, and he smiled.

"I respect that."

"You should," I said. "In order to go that far with someone, with anyone for that matter, I have to at least like them, and currently, I really don't know if you fall in the category of people that I can like enough to have intimate relations with."

His chuckle was dry.

"This has nothing to do with whether we like each other or not. Actually, not liking each other might be a barrier to what we do ultimately want. What I am sure you ultimately want."

"Which is…" He stared at me.

"Permit me to be vulgar?"

"Go ahead," I said, and he did.

"What we both want is to experience ultimate levels of pleasure bordering on the extreme. I want to fuck your brains out, literally, and I think you'd also like that as well." I smiled.

"And you think you're up to the task?"

He smiled, and then the smile left his face. Without a word, he then rose to his feet, arranged his jacket, and started to walk away. I wondered what was happening and if I had offended him with my words. It seemed to be the case, and a part of me couldn't help but be just as nervous as I was amused about this. I didn't call out to him, but when I arrived at the front of the restaurant, I could see that the car had just arrived.

"You weren't offended by my question, were you?" I asked, and he gave me a look…

"Why would I be? Someday we'll get the opportunity to prove if we are capable of giving the other what is needed, so until then…"

I kept quiet for a moment, but the junction within my thighs was already wet.

"Until when?" I found myself asking, and then he stared at me.

Soon, the car came around, and he got in. I watched for a while as the driver got out, and then he opened the opposite side of the door.

"You're not getting in," he rolled down the window just enough to ask, and I had to ask myself if I wanted to get in.