Page 80 of Insufferable Boss

"First, food," she told me. I was rushing so for this flight that I had absolutely no time for lunch.” I obliged her request, and we soon got into the back of the car that had driven me over.

"Company perks," she said, and I nodded.

"I approve. Your company in LA could have never afforded this luxury."

I laughed at this, but as the sun set, I couldn't bear the air conditioning anymore, so the windows were rolled down for much-needed fresh air. I shut my eyes to take it all in, as well as the city, and she soon tugged on my sleeve for my attention.

"You're alright?" she asked, and I nodded.

"I am... just a little tired from the day."

"Want us to go to the apartment just to rest?" she asked, and I lifted my brows.

"If we do, I'm not coming back out."

"Can we order in?"

"Pizza?" she asked, and I made a face.

"Let's go out. There is this fascinating gourmet pizza place that has just opened up with incredibly unique toppings, and I really want to try it out."

"Alright then," she said, and we were on our way.

We had a reservation, so the waiting time was very little before we were seated at our table. The room was warm, with the smell of dough, cheese, and meat filling the air, along with light conversation. And pretty soon, I was able to forget my exhaustion.

"So," she said after taking a sip of the sweet wine we had just ordered.

"So what?" I asked as I noticed the interest in her eyes.

"You haven't said a word all evening about Mr. CEO."

"Do we have to talk about him?" I groaned, and she gave me a look.

"No, but I haven't heard you mention him at all in the past week. You've literally gone out of your way to not discuss anything about him on the phone, so that's why I'm here."

"My mouth slightly fell open.

“You came all the way to New York to hear gossip about my love life?”

‘"I plan to share as well," she told me. "Matthew is proposing some weird stuff in the bedroom, and I have no clue how to respond."

This conversation immediately captivated me, and as a result, we soon delved into the dark and exciting world of toys. Our tones did reduce, though, when the waiter came over, so that we would spare him overhearing just how badly things had gone for her when he had taken the remote control of the anal beads too far.

"My boss thought I was having a stroke," she said, and I couldn't contain my amazement.

Afterwards, a square-shaped gourmet goat cheese and shrimp pizza was delivered, along with four more slices of gourmet options, and I was more than ready to dig in. Due to the enlightened atmosphere, I was ravenous, and so the plate was empty in no time.

Eventually, though, my exhaustion and slight body aches came back, and I had to go to the bathroom. We went together, and it was lucky for me because out of nowhere, as we were washing our hands, a powerful dose of nausea hit.

She was talking about a dress she had bought that had the most gorgeous beading of a filigree she had ever seen, and then my face changed. Before she could say another word, I rushed into the bathroom, and once again, collapsed to my knees in front of the toilet bowl. I emptied my guts into it, and when I lifted my head once again to gaze at her, her eyes were wide.

"You really don't like seafood, do you?" she asked, and I almost laughed.

"Yeah, or I mean no... maybe I ate too much."

"You did, but that's not a reason to throw up that way." She came over to help me get up and held my hand in support.

"You alright?" she asked, and I nodded as she escorted me over to the sink. After rinsing my mouth, we exited the bathroom, and soon we were on our way home.