Page 17 of Boss from Hell

I couldn’t believe my eyes!

She had just masturbated on MY bed.

I watched the feed again to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. No, they weren’t.

She did masturbate on MY bed.

My cock was hard and hot for her, and my breaths came out of me fast and furious. I had a meeting in one hour and I still had some stuff to read up on before I went to it. I opened the report, but I couldn’t concentrate. The words swam in front of me. All I saw was her. She with her silky legs wide open and her fingers busy.

What the hell was happening to me?

I stood and paced the floor of my office. This whole thing was mad. I stopped abruptly. I was becoming unhinged. Lust for her was turning me into a lunatic. How long had it been since I had sex with a woman? A month? Right. That was the solution. I needed a body. Any body would do. I went to my phone and scrolled through it.

Vivian. Nope.

Teresa. Nope.

Alison. Nope.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Finally, Madeline. Yeah. She had roughly the same build and coloring as Lillian. I called her.

“Hey you,” she cooed.

“Want to hook up tonight?” My voice was strangely guttural. Watching a grainy video of Lillian on my bed had turned me into a hot mess.

“I sure do,” she agreed instantly.

“Sans Frontieres. Eight. Don’t be late.”

“Eight it is,” she whispered.

I killed the connection and stared out of the window. Lillian was out there walking around without her panties. I should confront her. No! She had just declared war. And war it was going to be. I looked at my watch. I wanted to wait and see how brazenly she would face me, but I had a meeting across town I had to attend in an hour.

As I left my office, I sent her a message.

Book my usual table for two,Sans Frontieres, 8 p.m. and the Mimosa suite for one night.

Two minutes later my phone pinged.

Your table and suite are reserved.

The meeting was a bore, and I found my mind relentlessly wandering back to the surveillance feed from my bedroom. At the end of the meeting, I decided I had missed great chunks of the presentation. I went to see Ralph’s PA. She visibly shrunk when she saw me approaching her, which irritated me to no end.Why the fuck was she frightened of me? She had no reason to be. I’d hardly exchanged two words with her in the last three years.

“Can you send me a copy of the minutes of the meeting?” I asked, controlling my annoyance.

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

I turned away, then turned back to look at her half-curious, half-mystified. She was practically quaking with fear of me. Like all the others. How come Lillian was not afraid of me?

“Are you scared of me?” I asked.

Her eyes bulged. “I beg your pardon.”

I had no time for this. “You heard.”

She looked around her nervously, as if looking for someone to come to her assistance.