Bossy (An Office Romance #1)(5)
“You mean to tell me you let him finger f*ck you in his office, with all your co-workers just on the other side of the door?” Karen my best friend questioned. I should’ve known she would be all for me screwing my boss she was after all the more adventurous of the two of us.
I sighed, “Yes Karen. Don’t remind me of what a poor choice I made.” I had failed to tell her of the agreement I made with him while I was in an orgasmic induced coma God knows if I told her about that I would never hear the end of it.
"Sadie, this is good news. Actually, this is probably the best thing you have told me all year." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
“It’s really not that good of news. It’s not going to happen again.” Even if Cameron insisted repeatedly that it would.
“I’ll believe that when pigs fly. I’ve seen the man on GQ Magazine. How could you not be okay with f*cking his brains out?” Karen’s morals seemed to fly out the window every time a sexy man was involved which was basically all the damn time.
"While it's pretty easy to not be okay with it when he's your boss and decides your fate with the company. I should just go in, and let him know I'm quitting now and save myself some face time." Then again the man would probably talk me out of my panties, and into another agreement, I didn't want to be in.
“Fuck no. Don’t quit. Screw him. Then quit. I mean if you’re going to quit you might as well go all the way right?” Karen’s giggle resonated through the phone, and I knew if I was standing right next to her at this moment there would be an enormous smile on her face.
“Karen. I have morals.” I reminded her, as I got a bottle of wine out and a glass from the kitchen.
“Morals, smorals. Who cares? He offered you a good time, and you should take it. Sex is sex babe. It’s not like you’re making a commitment to him or doing anything you shouldn’t be.”
“Yeah except screwing my boss Karen. Or maybe going against company policies by having sex with him.” I popped the cork on the bottle just in time. I needed a drink now more than ever at least I could drown my bad decision in a glass of wine and forget about them for a short while. Or at least until I was forced to walk into work on Monday morning.
“You’re literally screwed one way or another. If a man wants you bad enough that he calls you into his office and has his way with you then there is nothing that will hold him back from taking you however he wants too.”
I leaned onto the center island in my kitchen, wondering what the hell it was that I was doing. Should I just quit my job now? Walk away from the trouble, and pain that would be caused from messing with a man like Cameron Jefferson?
"I called you so you could cheer me up, and maybe talk some sense into me. Not inhibit me into making more bad choices." I was ready to beat my head against the marble countertop before me.
Karen laughed into the phone, “You should’ve known that wasn’t going to happen. I’m all about choices that get us in jail remember that one time I thought it would be a good idea to take a baseball bat to Nate’s car for…”
The sound of the doorbell, ringing rung throughout the house bouncing off the walls. My eyes darted to the microwave it was a little bit past nine on a Friday. I wasn't expecting company and the one person that would show up unannounced I was on the phone with.
“Sadie, did you hear a damn thing I said?”
“Uhh yeah… Can I let you go? Someone’s at the door.” I confided pressing the end key on my cell phone. I walked over to the front door, adjusting my t-shirt, and sweatpants. I switched on the outside light and caught a tiny glimpse of a man. Butterflies erupted in my belly and a nervous sweat formed against my palms.
Grow some balls, Sadie.
Shoving away the anxiety, and fear I grabbed the door handle and whipped the door open with much more effort than needed. My breath hitched in my chest and every single fiber in me said slam the door and go back to your glass of wine, because standing there directly in front of me, at my house, was Cameron. My boss. The man that had rocked my f*cking world this afternoon, and the man that would be my downfall.
“You seem surprised…” Cameron’s tone was playful, and the glint in his eyes proved it further.
I grasped onto the side of the door, praying it would hold my body up. I was more than surprised, I was shocked, or better yet f*cking flabbergasted.
“Ummm…." I stumbled over my words. "I'm…." I looked at him and to the door contemplating if I was going to shove the door in his face and tell him to leave.
"Cat got your tongue baby?" Cameron smirked, and my entire body lit on fire. My * clenched with desires I didn't even understand, and the man hadn't even touched me yet. He merely smiled and spoke like a condescending *.
“I’m just a bit shocked right now, and kind of confused as to why you’re here because I know for a fact that you never showed up at any of the other woman’s houses that you’ve slept with…” The nervousness faded and in its place a new found strength grew, the strength to keep this man from getting any further down, my panties.
My heart fluttered in my chest as the smirk on his face grew, a pair of pearly white teeth showing between his lips. “I wasn’t lying when I told you that you were different.” He took a step forward, his foot crossing the threshold. “I told you were better….” Then another until our chests were flush against one another’s. “That you were mine.”