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In my interview, I had shown insubordination, but since then I had done everything asked of me without fail. Any stupid errand. Any dumb revision or meeting he didn’t want to attend and sent me to take notes, any file he needed physically delivered to another floor of the building to someone who could clearly get it in email, I had done. With a smile. With gratitude.
But this was too far. I couldn’t take it anymore. My brain broke.
“Excuse me?”
“No,” I repeated, firmer this time. I already said it. Now I had to back it up. It was one thing to be insubordinate, it was another entirely to try to stand up for yourself and then back down. I had to hold firm or else he would never respect me.
“No?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Why?”
“Because I am not going to wait around for you to magically love some stupid press release edit while my side of town gets more and more dangerous. For just arbitrary changes that I could do at home on my laptop, at that! I could have been home, comfortable and safe, eating my dinner, and made these changes and sent them over email to you. I don’t need to be here.”
“Dangerous?” he said, almost with a laugh.
“Yes, dangerous!” I nearly shouted. “I have to change clothes before I leave every night and get into a hoodie so I can disguise myself just to get home. I run for everything I’m worth the second my stop comes and I hustle back to where I live, which is one of the most dangerous areas of South Boston, all while you take a fucking limo to your mansion and don’t think twice about the people who work for you! It’s disgusting and I’m tired of doing it.
I should clock in and clock out and go home safely. Not hang out here until all hours of the night and then have to find a way back to my house without being attacked!”
All of the emotion was coming out now, pouring out of me like a sieve. Every frustration that had built up over the weeks, all the anxiety and stress, it was just dumping out. It was like I wasn’t even controlling the rant. Words were just coming like they had been backed up behind a dam, and now were being let free.
It was incredible and terrifying all at once. I couldn’t stop myself, but it felt so good. Letting him know exactly how many stupid tasks I had done and how much danger it had put me in, how much stress it caused me, for nothing. It was freeing. Tears were stinging the corners of my eyes as the words came out, and I realized I hadn’t really breathed much. My lips were tingling and I was getting lightheaded. How long had I gone on?
One thing was for sure. I wasn’t going to have a job after this. I had blown it all. Six weeks of living at my mother’s, of saving up every dime I could, of dangerous walks home, of being embarrassed and belittled by grunt work by an asshole boss who I still couldn’t stop staring at because he was so stupidly handsome, all of it was going down the drain with every word I said.
But I couldn’t stop now. It was done. The faucet had been opened and then the handle taken off. I was going to empty everything and then collect my things, eat my salad on the bus, and go home.
Through blurry eyes, I saw that Hunter had stood up from his chair mid-rant. He was walking around the desk now, heading right for me, and for a brief second, I worried he was going to be violent. I wondered if anyone had ever spoken to him this way. I was sure some of his former assistants, ones who didn’t make it as long as I had, must have given him a piece of their mind. But perhaps none of them had gone on at length like I was doing.
I was mid-thought when his hands suddenly reached for me. But they weren’t trying to shut me up, to strike me, or to close my mouth. They were grabbing me. Pulling me into him. Like I had tripped, I suddenly lost balance and was completely at his mercy. His strong, massive arms were holding me up like I was weightless.
Those black eyes. They shut my mouth on their own as they stared deep into my own. I lost myself in them in this timeless moment. No words could come out. I was surprised and confused and…
Incredibly turned on.
I felt the burn in the pit of my stomach echo out across my body. I was at his complete mercy, and as much as that angered me, I simply wanted to give in to it. I wanted him to take me, right there on the desk. I wanted him to make all those fantasies, all those wet, sleepless night dreams come true. No one else in the office was still there besides cleaning people downstairs. It was just us. Under the starlight of the giant window at his back, he could do anything he pleased with me.
And I would enjoy it.
But first, before any of it, my lips still trying to move to keep the thoughts going, to keep the rant that would end my employment rolling, had to be stopped. Hunter seemed to know just how he wanted to do it.
His lips crushed into mine and held there, and I felt myself immediately sink into it. My whole body sagged, and he held me, keeping me aloft as he parted my lips with his tongue and slid his inside.
I tasted him.
My whole body broke out in goosebumps and time seemed to freeze. One hand, with no instruction from my conscious brain, slid behind his head and I deepened the kiss. Our tongues flicked together as one of his hands slid down to my ass and pulled me tighter. He squeezed my backside, and in that moment, I wanted to wrap my thighs around him and sink to the ground.
I could feel his manhood, strong and thick in his pants. It was pushing against the seams and trying to get out. I wanted it out. He clearly wanted it out. I wanted to wrap my hand around it and stroke. To put it into my mouth and see if it was as big as I had dreamed. To slide him between my thighs and let him split me in half. To dominate me. To use me for whatever pleasures his mind could think up.
For a brief moment, I didn’t care about going home or eating or the dangers of South Boston. All that mattered was that kiss. How his five o’clock shadow on his chin brushed against my cheek as he deepened the kiss. How my breasts felt pressed against his rock-hard chest. How strong his arms were around me, so that I didn’t even need to put weight on my feet. He would hold me up. He would hold me close.
And then, it was over.
And reality settled in.
ChapterTwelve
Hunter
Ididn’t know what came over me. Something about the outpouring of emotion, that visceral, intense explosion of anger and frustration and shockingly deep sadness… it hit me like a brick to my gut. I was moved by her. I wanted to hold her, to soothe her, to tell her everything would be okay. That she would make it through this. That I would help her.
