CHAPTER 15 - JANE
An uncomfortable silence stirs in the office as neither of us says a word to the other. I'm seated on one of the swivel chairs for visitors. I'm not a bit relaxed and I can't even figure out why. It's not my first time coming in here. But today, it feels like a first, and odd.
Maybe because I had to lock the door, and how calmly he'd been, and how he'd smiled at me too. Maybe it was the aura swirling in the room, or maybe I was just overthinking things. I don't know. I'm just really uncomfortable. I wish I could just leave.
It's even worse that he demands me but still has his gaze fixed on the files. He has not spoken a word after he asked me to sit. Now I'm wondering if that had been a mistake. Should I just excuse myself? Wouldn't that be rude?
"Sir," I clear my throat, needing to get his attention. His brown eyes shoot up and linger, just a little below my face. I follow his gaze and it falls on my cleavage, popping out from the few unlocked buttons in my button-front blouse.
I clear my throat awkwardly, moving my nervous fingers to button up. I'd been in so much hurry that I didn't remember the buttons.
"You know you don't have to button it up, right?" He says in that same calm tone that has me confused. "You look prettier when you show off a bit of cleavage."
"What?" His compliment caught me off-guard and my mouth is left hanging open. My throat goes so dry that I repeatedly swallow my saliva. I'm not sure what's happening but it's getting me so uneasy.
"You didn't hear me?" He asks with puckered brows.
"Uh – I did. It's just…you're being a bit…" Calling him 'weird' might be considered an insult and I didn't want that. But I'm not sure what other term to describe him with.
"Weird?" He completed it like he read my mind.
I'm scared to nod to admit that's what I had in mind. So I didn't say a word.
"Answer me." He says in his stoic tone, and I'm reminded of his bad temper.
"Yes." I blurt out, grabbing a bit of my skirt nervously.
He laughs, and that's another shocker. I stare at him like he's gone insane. I've never seen or heard him laughing, and I've been working here for two years now. How the hell is he acting differently now?
"I guess that's how it is when you can no longer hide your desire for someone. You tend to show it in the craziest ways."
"Huh?" I mutter dumbfoundedly. What the hell is he saying?
He laughed again, leaning back on his chair. "You're this shocked when I haven't even said a thing. What if I go ahead and say that I've had my eyes on you since you began working here? How are you gonna react to that?"
Now, this just got me pale and speechless. Words elude me as I stare blankly at him. Having my boss confess his feelings to me is just the grossest thing ever. For like a million reasons, but I'll give you two.
Firstly, he's married and his wife just walked out a few minutes ago. I don't fuck married men, no matter how big their dicks are.
Secondly, he's like in his mid-fifties and I'll be clocking 25 this year That's like over 25 years of difference. A lot of girls wouldn't mind, but the age-difference shit turns me off really quickly.
Still, I try to keep a straight face and maintain my cool.
"I'm really sorry, Sir. But I don't think we should be discussing stuff like this." I say politely, lowering my gaze.
"Why not? We're both consenting adults. You don't have a fetish, neither are you a nun. I've never seen you hang around any guy, after your last breakup. So I think it's safe to think you don't have a boyfriend. So what's the problem?"
I'm slightly pissed by his tactless analysis of my life. Talking about my past relationship like it was some joke jabs at my scars. Still, I try to keep my cool.
"The problem is that you're married," I say, dropping my voice in an almost whisper.
He leans closer, ogling at my boobs. "How's that a problem?"
I'm speechless again, but deep down, I'm reeling from anger. How is that not a problem?!
"My wife is as useless as a log of wood. She doesn't satisfy my dick. She doesn't have a clue on how to give a good head. I'm sex-starved. And I need you."
"Wait…" my hands clench in a fist as his words strike a nerve. "Let me get this straight. So, you just want to fuck me and that's it?"
"No, that's not gonna be just it. It's not gonna be a one-time thing. You could get a raise or a bonus or whatever you want. In exchange, let's be fuck buddies."
"What?" I'm taken aback by his bold offer. He stands to his feet, his eyes fixed on me like I'm prey.
"Be my mistress, Jane. Let me get to fuck your tight cunt, whenever and however. That's all I ask." He says, coming to where I'm sitting. I quickly stand to my feet, but he holds my hand so I don't run off.
"I can't –"
He hushes me by placing a finger on my lips. "Yes, you can." He wraps his hand around my waist, settling my butt on the table. Then he forces himself to stand between my legs, working up my skirt to my thighs. "You've got a sexy body and your perky butt needs some loving. I can give you that."
"Sir…" my hands fists on his chest as I give him a little push. "Don't do this, Sir."
"Don't be so difficult, Jane. I'm sure you want this as much as I do." He husks out, kissing my neck down to my cleavage.
"Please, stop!" I yell, giving him a stronger push that gets him staggering backward.
His eyes widen in rage and before he can snap at me, I hop down the table, heading for the door.
"I give you till tomorrow to make a fucking choice." He threatens, halting me at the door. "Either I have your pussy or you turn in your resignation letter."
Tears flood my eyes as I stare at my monster of a boss. There's no remorse in his eyes as he threatens me with the one thing I value the most. My job.
"You've got till tomorrow, Jane. For now, get the hell out of my office."