Page 28 of Boss from Hell

"If you say so, sweetheart.”

“I say so. Look, I’ve just walked through the door…”

“Oh! I should go get dinner ready too. Do you want to come over for some meatloaf?”

“Not today, Mom.” Not in my state.

“All right, then. See you Sunday for the big clean."

“See you Sunday.”

I hung up, part of me relieved, part of me filled with guilt. The logical side of me understood that my mom was still recovering from the loss and she needed me, yet I despised our reversed roles. I was the mother and she was the child.

The following morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Even though I should have been still very pissed at his domineering ways, I found myself incredibly excited to see him again.

I couldn’t understand it.

On one hand, I detested his arrogance and rudeness with all my heart and soul, and he had also attempted to treat me as if I was his little servant, but he could also turn me to putty with just one loaded look, or a one-sentence text.

He was like my hottest fantasy come true.

I decided to comply with his text, but I had no intention of submitting to any other kind of request. I would dress as he had stipulated, but all he was doing was looking.

No touching.

He could look, he could even salivate, but no more.

I chose my outfit with more care than usual.

Mr. Frost clearly had an affinity for pencil skirts, so I chose one that clung to my curves and had a slit up one thigh. I considered wearing a blouse with a plunging neckline, but as I was rummaging through my clothes, I came across a sheer black top I had bought to wear on a night out. I'd never had the guts to wear it out even with a bra.

Without a bra, it would be…

I thought of Mr. Frost’s wintery eyes as I pulled it off the hanger. I pulled on a pair of silky hold-up stockings. The stocking top showed through the slit of the skirt. I then searched for a long jacket to wear over it.

That way, at first glance, I would look completely decent, but when I took off the jacket, it would be downright scandalous. I slipped into a pair of black high heels and stood in front of the mirror. Through the almost transparent black blouse, I could clearly see the pink peaks of my nipples. I walked towards the mirror, my sheer stockinged leg sliding in and out of sight.

My outfit was totally outrageous, to say the least. It screamed fuck me in 107 different languages.

Yes, I was going to enjoy watching Mr. Frost squirm. It would be sweet revenge for the way he had tortured me the previous day.

I almost lost my nerve as I was leaving my apartment, but then I reminded myself of how greedily his tongue had moved between my legs.

I got into my car and drove to work.

I made sure my jacket was buttoned up before I got out of the car and made my way to my office. Inside I was a mess of emotions, but outside, I remained calm and collected.

“Morning,” the security guard called out as I got out of the lift.

I smiled at him and returned the greeting. He had always been friendly to me and I appreciated that. I went to my desk and put my purse in my desk drawer.

I knew immediately that he was in the office. His bristling, inexhaustible energy was so pervasive that the place felt like a hollow shell when he was not around. There was usually no one around at this time of the morning. I took off my jacket and went to knock on his door.

“Enter.”

He was dressed impeccably in an exquisitely cut suit with a crisp white shirt inside.

I felt almost dizzy with excitement as I waited for him to raise his head from the file he was reading. He looked up and froze, his stunning eyes widening, then darkening.