Page 25 of Insufferable Boss

Eventually, given the time, I accepted the ride offer and got into the car.

"The Park Hyatt, Henry," he said, and my eyes widened.

I looked at him and then at the driver and then back at him.

“We have to head back to the office. Why are we going to the Park Hyatt?"

"We have ten minutes," he said, and I counted.

"Park Hyatt is what, eight minutes away?"

"Six, to be exact," he said, as he scrolled nonchalantly through his phone. I sat back, exasperated, unable to quite believe that this was happening, and yet not exactly willing to bring it to an end. And so, I sat back and waited to see if we truly arrived at the Park Hyatt.

He got out, and I followed, watching silently and all the while questioning myself as to if this was what I truly wanted. If this was a bad idea. If, dear God, this wasn't going to end up badly and blow up in my face at the end of the fucking day.

This man was not to be trusted in any way but then as we got closer to the room, I had to ask myself if he wasn’t right? If the fact that I was wary of him and didn’t quite like him was the perfect anecdote to what we were doing? After, it would guarantee that I didn’t start to develop any attachment or bothersome feelings for him, and it would in turn get my needs met as well as his. Zero strings attached, no hassle or fuss…. I mean there was no other man I had met in my life that I had even remotely considered this with but before me was a competent and breathtaking specimen of a man and yes, I indeed wanted him to fuck my brains out.

When we eventually arrived at the door of the room and he pulled the key card out, it was very clear that he was giving me the chance to back out.

“This location is somewhat close to the office but yet just far enough away. If it’s to your fancy, then I could leave the room open just for us.”

“I haven’t agreed to this,” I told him. “I told you that I was going to think about.”

He chucked loud and clear.

“Sure, and that’s why we’re here.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“I’m going to give you exactly what to think about.”

His words irked causing me in that moment to almost change my mind from even considering anything because God, he annoyed me with his dominance and bravado but as I stared up at his chiseled face and overbearing aura, I had to admit that he had the right. He infuriated me but God was I more turned on than I’d ever been by anyone else.

I gave him a harsh look and walked into the room.

“You are right” I said as I took in the space.

“You do need to give me something to think about, so I hope that you won’t be disappointing but, in the meantime, I hope that –”

The words died in my throat as I was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“What are you doing?” I tried to ask but before I could process much I had been flattened against the door.

“No talking when we get into these walls,” he said directly into my ears and the words reverberated through my body.

I went silent then, not by will but truly because I felt the bulge of him against me and I truly didn’t know what to say. My heart was beating so fast that at the heat and scent of him that I had to work to catch my breath. His hand went to the front of my pants and in no time the button was undone, and the zipper pulled down. He took his time and every sound made was pure torture.

“First of all, I need to know the truth,” he said. “I need to see just how much and how intensely you hate me.”

I had no clue what he was talking about but when his hand slipped into my underwear, and he grabbed me, his intentions became clear.

I gasped out, as although I expected the intrusion, I really didn’t expect that it would come so rudely or feel so good.

I could feel myself leak even more now onto his hand and my clit throbbed with a fever. The length of his middle finger was pressing hard against the greedy knob while two were practically inside me.

I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t help the groan that escaped from lips as my head fell back.

This was just the relief I needed after the recent stress that I had been overwhelmed with in trying to make the decision to move here and to of course navigate my way.