Page 69 of Insufferable Boss

Apartment 8306 was what she had informed me it was, and I loosened the knot of my tie as I arrived. I realized I was exhausted, but with the hope of ending the day on an especially good note, I had pushed this to the back of my head, so by the time she was opening the door, I was covering up a yawn.

"Hey," she said, immediately noticing it. I watched as she smiled in response, and maybe it was the warmth of the lights all around, but her eyes sparkled, and I couldn't look away.

"You're exhausted?" she asked, and I nodded quietly, not yet ready to speak.

"Come in," she said, and I did. It had a foyer very similar to mine, though much smaller in size. Still, it was striking.

What mine didn't have, especially, was the huge vase of calla lilies in the midst of it, which seemed to distribute its smell around the entire apartment. It was gorgeous and so similar to my style that I had to turn and ask.

"Did you copy my home's interior?"

At first, she was taken aback by this and was about to become defensive, but she finally noted the lightness in my tone and beamed.

"Absolutely not. This is my style. I don't like brighter or sharp colors, so beige and white and warmth is what I went for. It calms me down. Plus, yours has a lot of black. Black is very limited here, if even."

"True," I replied, and she led me past the spacious living room and towards the kitchen.

"Have a seat, please," she pointed to the island counter, and I did so. It was polished glistening marble, and as I watched her walk ahead to a wine rack by the corner, I couldn't help but notice just how attractive the silk gown she had on was. It was paper-thin and had sleeves that went down her arms, but the material clung to her body in all the right places, and this drew my attention like nothing else. She turned around then, with two bottles in hand, and my gaze lowered to the drawstring underneath, which pushed her full breasts even closer together and revealed the most gorgeous cleavage known to man.

Her hair was down and flowing all the way to her back, as opposed to being tied back away from her face earlier in the day. Her makeup was always minimal, and I couldn't tell if she was wearing any now, but all I could feel was that she looked even more stunning than I thought was possible. Just like a breath of fresh air or a dream rolled into one.

"Wine or something stronger?" she asked, and my attention went to the two bottle selections she had in hand.

"There are other options," she said, and I nodded.

"Any dry wine will do," I replied. I have my preferences, of course, but at this moment, I just wanted her to be done with whatever she was doing and to be here by my side. Savoring those breasts was a more urgent demand, but before that, I just wanted her to sit down beside me. I was itching for a good time tonight, which I realized included a good, long conversation, and I couldn't wait for all of this awkwardness to pass so that we could get started.

She brought a bottle over, as well as a wine opener. I tried to take it from her, but she refused.

"No," she smiled. "I can handle it."

I smiled and let her proceed for a while, but the more I stared at her, the more I decided that I truly couldn't wait another moment to have her. So, I got down from the stool and went behind her, my hands going to her hips. They were wide, soft, and so shapely that I couldn't help but run my arms down them. She let me, especially when I leaned into the space between her neck and shoulders to breathe in her scent.

She allowed it, and then she looked sideways at me. I held her gaze, and for a moment, we were lost in each other.

"So... no dinner?" she asked, and I gave her a look.

"Of course there is." I moved away from her then and took my seat back at the counter. I had been tempted to do all that I could possibly think of to her, but now, as I looked around at her gorgeous apartment, I realized that I truly just wanted to spend time here and be with her. For the meantime.

I pushed the stem of my glass forward, took the bottle from her, and this time around, she allowed me to uncork it. Afterwards, I poured the dark red contents into both our glasses, and then she picked it up, and the glasses connected.

She took a sip, and I watched as the wine went down her throat. To my surprise and amusement, she nearly completely drained the entire glass.

"That stressful a day?" I asked as she set it down, and she blushed, her skin flushing a slight hint of red.

"It's always a stressful day, but I haven't truly had wine in a little while either, and that tasted good."

"It did taste good," I said as I took a healthy drink of mine and then set it down on the counter as well.

"I'll warm up dinner," she said and started to leave, but I held onto her hand and stopped her.

"Let's do what I actually came here for," I took her. "I'd like a tour of the place."

"Really?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Alright," she said, and we got started.

It was a big apartment with three bedrooms. One she had as an office, and the other was actually a guest bedroom, but the shape of the house was such that except for going through a hallway overlooking a skylit garden, you didn't really see much else of the apartment.