Page 40 of Insufferable Boss

"It seems like you're in a bad mood. It's not my business, but you're an employee, so I wanted to make sure you're alright."

He continued to stare at me, but I kept walking.

"I'm fine."

"Sure," he said and turned and began to walk away. I couldn't stop staring at him as he left. I hadn't really seen the strength and build of his body underneath all those suits and vests, but no one was blind to the fact that he was all muscle. Broad, strong shoulders, not an inch of fat anywhere in sight, defined abs...

I began to pick up my pace without even thinking twice. I tried to stop myself, to think with my brain instead of my clit, but the more the warnings came, the faster I ran until I truly couldn't catch up to him. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that he was the one avoiding me, but this wasn't the case at all since when I eventually called out to him, he stopped.

I stopped and lowered myself to catch my breath, and then he watched me. However, he didn't come over. Instead, he headed over to a bench close by and took his seat, then he waited for me to approach.

Dick.

"What is it?" he asked, and I gazed at his sweaty body once again.

"People usually work out with shirts in public places," I said, my gaze going to his dark nipples. I wanted my teeth around them, and I couldn't believe that this was what was coming to mind.

But the fact was that it wasn't just his nipples; it was every bit of his wet and glistening skin.

I wanted sweat and heat and filth, and this, I decided, was how I wanted to spend my Sunday morning.

"Let's take a cab to my hotel," I said, and he went still. Then he looked at me before picking up his bottle once again.

"Why?" he asked, and I almost rolled my eyes.

"Do you really want me to spell it out, or do you just want to humiliate me?"

"I thought you said, 'A hassle-free morning can never be underestimated' or some shit like that."

"This is hassle-free," I said. "Or rather, it will be hassle-free. It should be quick, and it will be fun, and I'm pretty sure it can be the perfect completion, however long you were intending to work out for."

He gave me a once-over, and then he rose to his feet, and without a word, began to walk away.

I couldn't believe it.

And then he stopped and looked at me.

"Aren't you coming?"

I was confused.

"My hotel's the opposite way."

"My apartment's closer," he replied and continued on his way.

I stared after him, wondering if this was truly what I wanted to do, but as I stared at the sweat once again glistening off his back, I made up my mind.

Using sex to distract myself from grief was valid enough. Unhealthy, but valid, and this was the mantra I recited to myself as I headed over to his place. However, as the reality of what I was about to do began to dawn on me... of what I had promised myself I wouldn't do, my head began to clear up.

His residential building extended up into the sky and they had to be extremely familiar with him because even as he walked by bare-chested, he received kind greetings along the way. I received some greetings too. Confused little nods and smiles, and of course, raised eyebrows and assumptions. We weren’t even walking side by side, so it was obvious what I would be there for, but what I had expected was that they would ignore me. After all, this couldn’t have been the first time.

We got on his elevator, and this thought made me even more queasy. Perhaps my hotel would have been much better. It was my space, and it would definitely feel like I was the one in control. And no, I didn't think it was closer at all.

This had to be some sort of power thing for him. As I stared at him, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I wouldn't go through with this, but still, I wanted to see where he lived and then disappoint him. Call me nosy, and I would agree. It was exactly what I was, and he deserved it.

Soon we arrived at his apartment, which was on the penthouse of the building, of course, and I started to roll my eyes again. But then I walked in, took in the view, and almost had to pinch myself. It was similar to the view at the office, but this was in a home. Surrounded by the perfect blend of coolness and warmth, it was absolutely magical. I loved it, and for a little while, almost lost myself in admiring his surroundings until he came over and handed me a bottle of water.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said and started to turn away. "Make yourself at home,"