Page 11 of Boss from Hell

I shut the file and called for the bill.

My mother looked a bit miffed, but she said nothing. Her driver was waiting for her at the front of the restaurant and I was glad to close the door after her.

While Lillian and I waited for my car to be brought around, she never spoke to me or even looked at me, keeping her gaze firmly on her phone's screen. It shouldn't have bothered me, but it did. I wanted to snatch that phone and violently smash it to the ground.

That would force her to look at me.

Once we were in the car I asked her to input her address into the GPS. As she did so, I noticed her fingers were slim and long, and her nails were well-manicured. I could imagine them scraping my back and digging into my shoulders as I fucked her hard.

My gaze moved from her hands to her thighs. That was the thing about pencil skirts. They ride up. In the heat of the car, I was hit by a fresh wave of her scent. Honey and lavender mingled with something else, something more… musky. At that moment, I would have given a lot for a touch or a lick.

She stared straight in front of her, bristling with suppressed anger.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked.

"Nothing is wrong with me. However, you led me to believe this was a business dinner. I don’t think keeping your mother company and letting her think I’m your girlfriend counts as one."

“Got a problem with it?”

“No, but some advance notice would be helpful… so I can better play the part of your girlfriend.”

I frowned. I certainly didn’t expect that answer. My pulse quickened with forbidden longing. I gripped the steering wheel and was glad for the darkness in the car because she couldn't see how hard I was.

I felt like a fucking pervert getting turned on by my assistant subtly scolding me. The irony of it did not escape me. I was the one usually doing the scolding.

I didn't have anything to say in response. It pissed me off that she was right, but I wasn't going to admit it. I stopped in front of a nondescript apartment building and waited for her to get out, but she didn't. I turned to face her, and I was hit by the blueness of her eyes. Fuck, this was insane.

"Well, what are you waiting for?”

In the light of the streetlamp, her blue eyes sparkled with anger, but her voice was cool. “Thanks for dinner.”

Then she was gone.

I wanted to watch her walk to her door, but I forced myself to turn away. This obsession with my PA was becoming downright unhealthy, not to mention terribly inconvenient. I was behaving completely out of character. I was more like a clueless teen with a raging hard-on, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.

I got home without knowing how I got there. My mind was so obsessed with the thought of Lillian and that crazy-hot body of hers. I pressed a button and the gates slid open.

As I drove into my driveway the usual sense of relief and relaxation washed over me. I enjoyed the fortress I had built for myself. It gave me the complete privacy I wanted. The faceless, nameless people who worked around the clock to keep everything running smoothly for me made themselves scarce when I was home.

The garage door opened remotely and I drove in. When I opened my door, Tomo and Tyson, my two Dobermans, ran silently up to me. I rubbed their shiny heads in greeting. They flanked me on either side, their nails clicking on the granite, as I made my way up to the master bedroom on the second floor, taking the stairs three at a time. As soon as they got into the bedroom, they took their places on either side of the door, their eyes fierce, their demeanor watchful.

I needed a shower really badly.

I stripped off, dumping my suit and shirt on the bed then walked butt-naked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, set it to cold, and stepped into the freezing waterfall. It worked. My hard-on died instantly. I set the temperature back to warm and filled my mind with thoughts of work and all the pending possible issues that could go wrong.

I loved success and I loved closing deals, but not for the money. I already had enough of that. What I craved was the thrill that came from winning. Despite trying to fill my thoughts with work, Lillian’s face, staring at me with fury blazing in her eyes popped back into my head. Giving up, I grabbed a bottle of shower gel and scooped a generous dollop into the palm of my hand.

Working quickly, I spread the thick liquid all over my cock and proceeded to stroke myself. I remembered the scent of her. In my mind, I was fucking my PA, my cock in her sweet pussy.

I imagined the angry passion on her face as I fucked her.

I imagined her pressing her heavy breasts against my chest, her mouth sucking my tongue. My body convulsed and my dick began to fill and throb. I stroked it faster, sliding my hands up and down the shaft violently. I let out a groan as I felt my balls tighten and my cock began to spasm. Bursts of hot cum shot out.

Fuck me! I’d just jerked off to fantasies of my new PA.

I leaned my forearms against the cold tiles, bent my head, and let out a long sigh. This was so fucked up. I didn’t need this distraction in my life. Most definitely not now. Not when I had to focus on getting my business to the next level.

Maybe… I should find a new way to encourage Miss Hudson to leave a little sooner than the others had done. Maybe that was the best solution.