Maybe I was a little freaked out, because since then, it's been a month since the little coffee incident, and my abusive boss still hasn't fired me. Still. The worst thing was finding out that the guy I was starting to get close to was actually Chase Ward himself. For a month, we exchanged messages daily. We started talking about more than just teasing - which in itself was strange - and we started telling our desires, pleasures, dreams, life. I couldn't help but enjoy it all. With each passing day, I understood more and more of Chase Ward, Mr. Abused Boss. As I hid my secret identity, I realized how crazy I got when I teased him "innocently" without him knowing I was A. It felt really, really nice to piss him off every now and then. I knew he hated foam in his coffee, and last week I bought his coffee with plenty of foam. Our communication at the agency was basically screaming and yelling—on his part. I answered him calmly, knowing everything that had happened the night before. I made him blush the other day by commenting that he loved patterned underwear after overhearing him talking to a woman. He became less rigid and more gentle, so that he would allow me a few more minutes at lunch and exchange words with me during an important meeting. All the information he secretly confided in me was used against himself, making him feel even more confident that I was the right person to stay with the agency. And yesterday, we chatted and he said that he had probably found the right secretary, and she was sexy. I almost fell backwards.
The teasing is not over, of course. I hadn't imagined, until then, what it would be like if he found out I was, in fact, A., but I didn't worry—living a double life isn't always easy—I let it all happen as it did. I felt like I was on a two-way street, where I had to decide whether to continue acting like that and deceiving him, or telling the truth. I preferred to deceive him. And that was very good. More than I can probably say it is. We had a kind of connection; even though he didn't even notice me at the agency, I completely dominated him in the anonymous chat. I had power over him, and Chase knew it. I was constantly turned on and it became hard work to see him every morning after he told me at night that he loved to suck, in a way that would drive any woman crazy, or that he was so hard his cock could barely fit in his underwear . Ahhhh, God… this is still going to kill me. The pain between his legs, the uncontrolled palpitation and the butterflies in his stomach were controlled, and I could already tell for sure that he was very resilient. He teased me without even knowing it, undoing the tight knot in his tie, describing what he wore when he got home, or how he wanted to fuck the woman he didn't even know well. It was hard to resist not looking at him during a meeting, or when he called me into his office.
Mr. Sheppard left his office and I ducked my head, pretending to focus on the pile of documents in front of me. I took a deep breath and noticed that a message notification arrived, interrupting Beyoncé's "Crazy in Love". My ass shifted in the chair to the infectious rhythm of the music. I blinked and took out my cell phone hidden under some folders. It was him. I bit my lower lip.
Mr. Blue Balls: Am I crazy for wanting to know who you are? You could be a serial killer, or so fat, you might slap me down.
I swallowed the saliva and tried not to respond instantly. My fingers kept gliding over the screen, until I typed:
A: Maybe.
After that, the cell phone no longer beeped. I switched songs, still leaving a Beyoncé playlist, in Hamilton tradition. This time I chose "Bills, Bills, Bills". I went back to dancing contentedly in the chair to the music. My eyes skimmed over the papers, which I frantically sorted and matched and joined. When I finally managed to finish a pile, I was excited. A few more were missing. The cell phone beeped once more, but now it was Abby. She called. I answered, taking off the headphones and placing the cell phone between my shoulder and my face.
"Hi, you boring," I said, leaning across the table and looking across the aisle. Chase still hasn't left the room. It was rare for him to go out, but he always left the door open or ajar. From time to time he left it closed, but only when Mr. Sheppard, or another co-worker, would enter the room. I shrugged. - What's it?
"Don't forget," she said, the tone a warning. I knew my sister too well to know that if she sounded authoritative, it was because she was okay. It made me smile. — Dinner at eight. "We always did that, every month. The first week of each month, we would go to a homeless shelter and have dinner. Abby always dragged me along, and I started to love it, too. It made my chest I hated with joy. "Mike is going with us. I widened my eyes and stared at the phone, as if that statement was the most bombastic thing I'd ever heard in my life. "He said he wants to spend more time with me.
- Wow. Christmas miracle? Wait… it's not December yet. — I played. She laughed on the other end of the line.
"You silly girl." The sweet voice was a laugh. I leaned back in the chair. "I think he's trying to apologize for getting so focused on work and kind of forgetting about his family. I told him I didn't have to, but instead of saying "okay", he insisted and said I was the most amazing woman he'd ever met. "I could hear his heart pounding from here.
"Take advantage and make up for lost days, you need it," I said, feeling my cheeks flush a little. She called me a pervert and I continued: — finally Mr. Electric stick will have a rest.
— Anne! She scolded.
"Sorry… but it's good to see you guys getting along again. I'm very happy.
For the past month she has visited me almost every day. She said he was pulling away, and that she found out the resident at the hospital he worked at was young and hot. It was hard not to cry along with her, mainly because I'm a crybaby and then, I can't stand to see people sad. Especially my sister. I didn't tell her about Chase. Not for Susan. I had to keep this secret to myself.
Abby hung up and since I'd already finished the documents Chase asked me for earlier, I took her to her office, happy to be so competent. I forgot to slam the door, and contrary to what I had imagined, the door wasn't locked, just leaning back. I walked into the room and heard low grunts coming from his desk. I didn't understand until he swiveled the chair away from the door. And then, I saw him.
His eyes were closed, red, as he held the rigid and vigorous member in his hand, moving his fingers up and down, frantically. I was paralyzed by the scene and with a male groan, which was internalized inside my body, running through it to the most sensitive area between my legs, I dropped the papers on the floor. He opened his eyes.
He opened his fucking eyes.
It was the most exciting and embarrassing moment I've ever had.
The nipples of my chest turned up and, as if to say "hello, nice to meet you", they marked the pink blouse I was wearing. Shit… I wasn't braless.
He just stood there, staring at me with his cock in his hand, stunned, probably. Our eyes met, and I saw the fury cross him like a Sunday storm. The blue eyes, intense, exploded on me. I turned back, covering my eyes.
"Sorry, sorry…" The words jumped out of my mouth, but I wasn't sure they were convincing. I couldn't see him, but I was grateful that he couldn't see me either. "I didn't mean… oh my God…
- Fuck! - He screamed. "Get the fuck out of here!" His voice was so raw, it felt like the screams were kicks. I ran outside, so embarrassed, I could bury myself in the idiots' graveyard.
He kept muttering curses. He closed the door.
There. What. Shit.
I got to my desk and pretending nothing had happened, I put on my headphones and grabbed my cell phone. I noticed that my hands were shaking and my heart was beating so fast, it could produce energy for an entire city. Do not. I was all electric, jumping, vibrating…drooling. Oh my God! I just saw my boss's penis!
I leaned across the table, tossing my cell phone into my bag. I laughed like an evil witch. The hysterical laughter showed how out of control she was at that moment. My stomach turned over, doing so many somersaults, I thought I was going to die right then and there. If I closed my eyes, I could see Chase jerking off, the look of pleasure on his face, the moans ripped from his throat… his entire cock… hard, strong, hard.
Control the parakeet, Annelise.
Focus.
I took a deep breath, letting the air wash over me and out of me, calmly. Calmer, I sat in the chair, legs shaking, and went back to work.
I tried to forget about Chase's cock for the next few minutes after the big event and I succeeded. I focused on a pile of emails I should have responded to a week ago. Afterwards, Susan invited me to lunch. I said I would and we talked a little about the bad date you had. She said the guy stank and took her to an all-you-can-eat meat. He ate nearly five pounds. She ran away from him a minute later and then knocked on her bed friend's door.
At one o'clock, the door to my gifted boss's office opened. He came out of there, on top of his invisible pedestal, as usual. He walked towards me, and stopped in front of me, sealed lips opened, and out came:
"Sorry," he growled.
I blinked, looking at him, not understanding.
"For having… seen that.
If he knows…
"No problem… I… I… forgot already," I said, cracking a smile. I held the pen with So much force, I thought it would break. "Besides, I didn't knock on the door. So… I owe you an apology, mr. Ward. I lowered my head, feeling my cheeks burning. I didn't want him to see me like that.
Chase leaned forward, leaning back against the table. He braced his hands on the top and I swallowed hard, lifting my head, until I could see his eyes darting. Oh my God… he's so handsome. I noticed the smooth face, the mouth curved in a shy smile, the eyes burning in a fire that burned me completely.
- Do not apologize. It doesn't look good on you. I was the one who was perverted for… giving myself pleasure at work, miss. Hamilton. He admitted, the steady voice igniting a gust that rose like a fireworks explosion inside me. I smiled. "Then I'm sorry. This will not happen again.
Oh, what a pity…
I nodded.
"I would be very happy if you would agree to have coffee with me at lunchtime. I know it's not appropriate, but I have good news for you, and…" He took his hands off the table and took a deep breath. His chest puffed out, the suit marked the sculpted line of his chest. He shoved his hands in his pockets. His confident posture was almost a sin. He looked great on top of the pedestal. "I want to talk to you some more.
My body froze.
What did he want to talk to me about?
- OK. He is well.
- Excellent.
He offered me a gentle smile, turned and walked back to his office.
I'm so screwed...
***
I arrived at the cafe where Chase had booked. A few minutes later, he spoke to me on the intercom and said he knew of a cozy and pleasant, country-town Dinner-style cafe.
Sitting at the table, I crossed my legs and checked the time on my cell phone. Suddenly, my attention was caught by a cloud of perfume. His scent. I sucked in air, as if I was suffocating without it. Chase had his jacket over his arm, holding it casually. He smiled as he passed me and sat down across from me, raising an eyebrow and shooting me a look that completely hooked me. The gray vest that hugged his piebald body gave him a sexy tone. He swiveled in his chair and hung up his jacket. When he looked back at me, I looked away, staring at a couple talking. I suddenly became aware of our secret situation.
- Already asked? he asked, flattening his palms on the table. I settled better into the red leather seat. And I turned my head toward him, nodding. He rubbed his hands. - Ah yes. He looked at his fingers, and I noticed he was a little unsure. Was this the first time he'd dated a secretary? - What? he asked suddenly, staring at me. That look so intense took me by surprise. It was a mixture of pure curiosity and fear.
"A slice of apple pie and black coffee with a little cinnamon." The soft tone of my voice brushed the air and I took a deep breath. He nodded, then opened his mouth and said:
- Lower leg? Do you like coffee with cinnamon?
My head involuntarily nodded. In fact, I loved the taste of cinnamon in coffee. Madeleine, my aunt, loved it. I ended up learning to love too.
- Yea. It's kind of silly, but I love the taste of cinnamon. I don't like the pure flavor of coffee, so the cinnamon helps mask it. He nodded, looking fascinated. His eyes darted, as if my explanation was the most important thing he'd ever heard in his life. He leaned toward me and narrowed his eyes.
- Can I taste? The parted lips were terribly inviting. - Looks delicious.
- Sure.
The waitress brought my order and Chase ordered the same. Then he turned to me, and I stuck my fork into the slice of pie. I took a piece and brought it to my mouth. He was watching me.
"Sorry," he said, his voice hesitant. "I…" He took a deep breath and seemed to think straight about what he was going to say. "I'm glad you agreed to come. It must be terrifying to have to put up with me every day. - He laughed. "But I have to confess one thing: you're the only one who put up with me for so long. He pressed his hands to his chest and raised both eyebrows.
I swallowed the piece of pie.
"Well, I just do my job," I said, putting my fork down on my plate.
- Sure. And very well done, by the way. - He agreed. Chase leaned back in his chair. "But tell me a little about yourself… what do you like best about Shaffer & Sheppard? It's pretty hard work.
"Actually, Shaffer & Sheppard kind of saved me. I wasn't finding any opportunity before I could work for you, Mr. Ward. And I'm very happy to be competent. — Oh, seriously… I'm a great actress. He smiled and the waitress arrived, delivering the slice of pie and cinnamon coffee. I took a sip from my cup. — In addition to everything Shaffer & Sheppard offers, I like the salary I get. I shrugged. He sipped his coffee and assessed the taste. He looked unsure, so he tasted it again. My eyes fixed on his lips, which subtly kissed the rim of the cup. he landed at cup on the saucer and looked at me.
"Good," she declared. I smile victoriously. "But I still prefer it without cinnamon. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, the corners of his lips turning up as mine lowered. "But it's still good.
I took another sip of my coffee.
"How did you get to like drinking coffee with cinnamon and apple pie?" He cut off a piece of the pie and popped it into his mouth, chewing it. I moistened my lips as I watched him savor the pie. "I mean, it's a good combination, but not that common. I saw the movement your Adam's apple made, and I squeezed my legs together tightly.
"I have an aunt, who is actually my mother. Her name is Madeleine." I took out my cell phone and showed her the background photo. "She always drank coffee with cinnamon, and I got used to it too. His eyes flicked to the screen. "It's kind of a habit. I feel connected when I drink coffee, because I remember her. She was very important. I said, every word felt like a goodbye. It was hard to say them, because they admitted everything I tried to pretend not to see.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"No, no," he smiles. - You got it wrong. — I gestured. He looked surprised. "She didn't die. She is admitted to a cause of rest. Turns out she has schizophrenia, so every now and then she doesn't even know I exist. I like to repeat her likes, because then I feel like she's still around. - I said. He nodded, finally understanding.
- Must be hard.
- IT'S. A little bit. Sometimes I miss her, but I remember that she is being super well taken care of and I realize that it is the best option. When my parents died, she took care of me and my sister. — I did.
He seemed to be calm in a way I've never seen him. He seemed to enjoy, even if she didn't know me, or if she was just a secretary, the conversation we were having. We never exchanged more than two or four sentences that didn't refer to work. I felt something like affection as he laid his hand over mine. His gentle touch made my heart race. I opened my mouth, but no words came out, swallowed by the eagerness to be near him.
"Are you close to your sister?" I considered the question, tasting every word and nodded.
"I am, although I use it more as sentimental solace than other things. We were inseparable as kids, but when she got married and had kids, I drifted apart a bit. Now we're back talking to each other every day, no matter what.
"You're interesting, Annelise. - He said.
My cheek burned. If I wasn't sure Chase was Chase, I'd think he was trying to get to know me. He lifted the cup and set it close to his lips, at chin level. His words had something to do with them, because they gripped me in such a way that I was frantic to know which ones would be next.
"As of today, you have been admitted.
I think I gained your trust. It was hard to tell when a man put his trust, his most precious treasure, into a woman's hands. It was like giving your heart just taken out of your chest and offering it willingly. I was happy, because I realized that Chase trusted me. He was the kind of guy who hides behind a two-hundred-meter wall, but gives in to what he wants.
He told me about a competition that Mr. Sheppard checked it. He and another manager, Alan Patrick, are running for Shaffer & Sheppard's chief marketing officer. Chase told me he hadn't told me before because he wasn't sure if I'd stay on the job, but now he was sure I was the one, even though I'd seen his dick. My heart had been filled with an ecstatic emotion. The man who barely spoke to me became a chatterbox. We stayed in that cafe, talking. It started to rain and I looked back, worried. Rain was not in my plans.
"I'll take you," he said.
He paid the bill after insisting a lot.
We got out and I saw the car, a red Audi, parked about six feet away. I tried to protect myself from the rain. He pulled me close, looping his arm around my waist. I felt the heat of his body on mine, immortalizing in seconds. Chase pulled his jacket over our heads and we ran to the car. He opened the door and I got in, then walked around the car and got in, slamming it. He settled himself on the bench, and laughing, he looked at me, his eyes reflecting all the splendor that exploded inside him, and as he allowed me to see him like that, the connection I felt with him expanded as much as his vocabulary with me.
Chase drove us to my house. The rain got us wet and as we had to go back to the agency, and my shirt was soaked, I stopped by the house before we went back. He waited for me, in the living room, until I came out of the room, wearing a red blouse, and saw him with Chase in his arms.
Ah… look… one Chase getting to know the other. How cute.
- What's his name? he asked, stroking him.
I laughed, and said:
— Chase. He looked confused. — On account of personality. - Chase chuckled and took his hand away from the cat, then Chasezino pulled his hand back, wrapping the tiny paws around his hand. Chase stroked him again.
- I understood. So am I abused? He walked over, looked up, and looked at me.
"A little." I shrugged.
- Hmm.
I bit my lower lip.
"Don't tell anyone, okay? - He asked, the soft tone of his voice was very different from the conventional. "It's better this way.