Page 36 of Insufferable Boss

“Well, I didn’t,” I told her. “He fucking aggravates me to no end with his pompousness and arrogance. Always has, so why the fuck am I now a sucker for it and going on my knees to-”

I stopped myself, but I didn’t have to complete it.

“Oh my God, you…”

“Don’t, please.”

“Oh wow… he’s got you by the fucking neck. You don’t like that.”

“No, I do not, but with him… and because of this afternoon…”

“Well, in my opinion, you both definitely have self-control because I can’t imagine doing all these in a day and still going home separately.”

“Well, I’m two seconds away from calling him up now. Maybe that’s why I’m truly here at the bar, to give myself the courage to.”

“Don’t do it,” she said. “You’ll hate yourself if you do tomorrow.”

“I already hate myself,” I told her. “Shouldn’t I just give myself a proper reason for this now?”

She laughed.

“No, you’re just horny and it happens to the rest of us. Go to your room, take a shower, and call it a night. Your head will be screwed back on by tomorrow.”

She was completely and absolutely right, so I drained my final glass of wine, ended the call, and returned to my room.

In there, I turned on the warm inviting lights, and they cast an ambiance that was warm and inviting and ultimately sexy.

It was wonderful, to say the least, but it just made me antsy and even a little bit sad. I didn’t even bother going to bed because I sure as hell wasn’t going to sleep despite the alcohol in my system. So, I headed straight to the bathroom and ran myself a bath.

I managed to light some candles all around, and then I stripped down and got into the hot soapy water. I left my eyes open for a bit as the day I'd just had ran through my mind, and then I shook it as the memories started to bring that buzzing back. It was now intense, and unfortunately, it made nothing about this bath relaxing. Instead, all the stimulation made me even hornier until my eyes went shut, and my head began to fall back. I leaned completely against the porcelain, and then began to move my hands down my body. I imagined him kissing every bit of it, and then I stopped because it wasn't supposed to be that way. It was never supposed to be that way between us. Rather, it was supposed to be hard, rough, and quick. Pure stimulation and release. I started to feel a bit sad about it, but quickly snapped myself out of it. It was the best way, the safest way. Otherwise, at the end of it all, I might have gotten more than I bargained for. But as my hands went between my thighs, and I continued to think about him, I couldn't imagine how any further affection could possibly develop between us. I couldn't stand his guts and probably never would, and that was all the assurance I needed.

However, now I had to make the decision as to how to proceed from this. Go all the way and possibly get hooked or avoid him and begin to carve a different path for myself in that company that didn't involve him. However, it wasn't too late. And if I ran into him, was there the possibility that he pulled one on me like he did tonight that I would say no? He was beginning to feel like sugar now, and I had long learned from experience that the more I deprived myself of it, the harder the cravings. Yet, I couldn't just give myself the permission to indulge, or else it might never stop.

"Today was the last," I promised myself. There were huge challenges ahead of me, and I needed all the focus that I could get.

Plus, I could very well take care of myself. It had been the preferred way most of the time in the past, so my hand returned once again to the junction between my thighs. Just thinking about him already incurred my reaction, so it didn't take long to get into the slick, slow rhythm. But then, as I thought of him, of how his mouth had taken me to the heavens and back that afternoon, I went even faster. His name and his face, however, were all that permeated my mind. That evil smirk he had... his broad and sinfully muscular physique and that sin of a mouth of his. I ached to dig my hands into his hair and grab at the roots. A smile came to my face as I imagined pulling so hard that he complained. It would probably be the closest I ever came to inflicting some kind of pain on him, and this unsurprisingly turned me on even more. My body began to tighten and writhe in the water as my finger went inside of me. I recalled the way he had handled me, and in no time, I was moaning and releasing into my hands. It didn't take much or long at all. There was enough pent-up sexual frustration I had to get rid of, and at the end of it all, I was exhausted, but thankfully not as horny. I was able to climb into bed a little later and get an actually good night's sleep.

I found the next morning, as I woke up early without headaches, that it had worked. I felt light and ready to move, even though it was much too early, I instantly got up and began to get ready for work.

There was much to do and sort through, especially regarding the proposal that Kane had made the previous day, so I was eager to get started. Just as I arrived at the building, I took in the magnificent views and thought of my father. He had seen this building so many years earlier and had wanted to have his office here. Against all odds, he had pulled it off and now it was my turn to manage it. I felt honored and was even more pumped to do this, so I hurried across the lobby until I got to the elevator.

What I saw, or rather, whom I saw, was more than enough to stop me in my tracks. Kane Lazarus was leaning against one end of the elevator and gazing at his phone. I was surprised to see him and found it quite peculiar that he was just standing there. However, as the elevator doors began to close, I had to make a decision: open them if I wanted to hop on with him or take a different ride. I had a split second to make the decision, but since he hadn't looked at me and had probably not noticed me, I decided to step away. I was fully prepared to face temptation, but what was the point of battling it first thing in the morning? It was truly too much of a hassle, and I needed to conserve my energy for all the very important things that I had to handle.

I walked over to call for another car. However, barely five seconds had passed before I heard the doors I had just abandoned slide open again.

My heart leapt into my throat, but still, I didn't budge. But then, when I heard his voice, I had no choice but to turn around or risk looking like a coward.

"You're avoiding me?" he asked, and I sighed.

"Isn't it for the best?" I asked and smiled.

"The best for whom?" he questioned.

"For the both of us," I replied. "A hassle-free morning can never be underestimated."

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