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“Hey, Sofie, I’m just cleaning up,” Sofie heard her boss call out from the half-open bathroom door. “You can use the washroom after me, and then let’s head downstairs.”
After Gabriella came out, Sofie dashed inside to wash her hands and between her legs quickly. Peering at her reflection, she felt a metamorphosis had occurred while she and Gabriella had sex. To Sofie, this time felt different, but she didn’t want her emotions to get the best of her.Just enjoy this time with her, don’t overthink anything. You know the deal. She is older than you and she’s your boss. If you get attached, you’ll only be disappointed.But as much as Sofie’s logic tried to interfere, her feelings towards Gabriella only intensified.
“Okay, I’m ready. I just need to find my panties,” Sofie remarked as she exited the bathroom. Already dressed, Gabriella gave Sofie an amused look as she towered over the assistant. “You don’t need underwear to grab a bite downstairs. What would happen if I chose to finger you under the table?”
Sofie knew that Gabriella was teasing, but the idea made her blush. Shaking her head, Sofie replied, “I’m not sure. That sounds hot, but what if someone were to see us?”
Gabriella came closer to Sofie, peering into her eyes. “Of course, I’m not being serious. But I’m glad you like the thought. You can grab your underwear if you wish; I won’t hold it against you.” Sofie loved the way her boss played with her, teasing her. The way that Gabriella joked made Sofie feel seen, as though they were friends and lovers instead of a boss-and-employee dynamic.
As Sofie bent over to grab the bunched panties from the ground, she heard Gabriella add, “By the way, we’ll need to act professionally at the restaurant, okay? It is way too close to the office to risk us being obvious. I joked about fingering you- and indeed there are plenty of public places I would happily finger you in, but in this particular restaurant, we can’t behave like we just fucked. Understood?”
Sofie nodded. “Yes, of course! I would never want to cause any drama, especially on your turf.” The women gathered their belongings and quietly snuck out of Gabriella’s office. Her boss led them down the elevator to the lobby. To the right, Sofie noticed a pink neon sign that readLe Papillon.
She followed Gabriella into the darkly lit bistro as the host led them to a corner table towards the back. Taking a seat, Sofie faced Gabriella, her hands folded in front of her. Looking around, she recognized a few models who had shot for the magazine enjoying cocktails at the bar. Older, seemingly wealthycouples were scattered throughout the circumference of the restaurant.
“Wow, I didn’t expect it to be so busy this late at night,” she commented as she picked up a menu left on their table by the hostess. Gabriella agreed, “Yes, this is my after-work haunt. I even have my own table, so to speak. This is when the city comes alive, little Sofie.”
Sofie’s eyes widened. Gabriella knew so much. About everything. “Really? Wow, that’s wild! I’ve never been to a restaurant so late at night.”
Gabriella looked intently at Sofie. “So, tell me a little about yourself, like the more personal stuff. Where did you grow up? And why did you choose a career in fashion?”
Taking a deep breath, Sofie prepared herself. She had briefly mentioned this before, but she had the sense her boss was paying closer attention this time. She didn’t like to talk about her childhood, although she was proud of the person she became through her struggles. Most of all, she didn’t want Gabriella to judge her. “Um, well, I grew up in Bushwick. I was an only child; my mom always told me I had a creative streak. I used to love to draw and create sketches of outfits.” Looking away, she casually added, “I think that’s why I wanted to be in fashion.”
But Sofie noticed a slight frown from Gabriella. “Really? Huh. That seems like a ratherbasicreason. Fashion is a highly competitive, cutthroat industry. Are yousurethat’s the whole story?” Her boss leaned forward. “Sofie, you don’t have to share anything with me if you choose. But I’mtryingto understand you, and I’d like to get to know you better.”
Sofie gulped; she knew that Gabriella could see right through her. Sofie was thrilled to be in her boss’s presence, and if she was being honest with herself, Sofie didn’t want the night to end.What’s the harm? Maybe this conversation will bring us closer.
“Okay, you’re right. I-I grew up very poor. Both of my parents struggled with their issues. It was good that I was an only child because they didn’t have the resources for multiple kids. They could barely care for me, although I know they tried their best.”
Sofie squared her shoulders, daring to look into Gabriella’s eyes. “I wanted to be in fashion because my parents couldn’t afford to buy me new clothes. Everything I wore was second-hand from a relative or a friend. I remember, as a kid, wearing shoes that didn’t fit properly and the smell of recycled fabric on my skin. When I would sketch my designs, I could createanythingI wanted—sexy outfits, gowns, accessories; through my art, I could design the perfect look. I was living in a fantasy.”
Her boss interrupted. “Goodness! I wasn’t aware of that. That’s fascinating, Sofie. What a passion it has given you.” Gabriella’s blue eyes were intense in their gaze and Sofie felt herself yet again dizzy with desire.
In being acknowledged by Gabriella, her confidence rose. “So, when I started to think that I could make my art into a job, I threw myself into fashion programs and spent my free time drawing, creating, sewing, and rummaging through various fabrics. I taught myself as much as I could. My grades and college application earned me a full scholarship to the New York Fashion Institute, which was amazing because I am the first person in my family to attend college.”
Sofie watched the enigmatic and beautiful Gabriella Galena lean back in her chair, crossing her arms. Shaking her head, Sofie’s boss commented, “That is truly remarkable, Sofie. You should be so proud of yourself for your resilience and commitment to success. Those are admirable qualities that I respect in a person.”
Inwardly, Sofie squealed with delight. She wanted to express how much Gabriella’s words affected her, but she didn’t havethe language; Sofie was careful not to gush or become overly emotional in her boss’s presence. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”
“So, I’m curious about something” Gabriella surveyed the room before asking, “Why do you think you’re drawn to being a submissive? What about that turns you on?”
“Oh geez, I’m not entirely sure! I’ve never before experienced any of the types ofthingswe’ve done together. But, well, with you, it just feels right in a way that it never has before.” Sofie answered wide-eyed. Gabriella was correct that Sofie tended towards more docile behaviors. “Ah, maybe it’s because I love to hear that I’m doing a good job and worthy. Growing up, the only cheerleader I had was myself. My parents didn’t have the capacity. So, whenever I’m subjected to praise, itdoessomething to me.”
Feeling more brave in her boss’s presence, she added, “I’ve also recently realized that I am totally attracted to older dominant women. Powerful women. Well, one in particular.”
To Sofie’s surprise, Ms. Galena cracked a genuine smile. Unlike her sultry or intimidating expressions, her face appeared soft and sincere.Just when I thought it was impossible to believe she could be any more beautiful!“Well, thank you, Sofie. I suppose I could say the same thing about submissive and beautiful younger women. I think their generosity is sexy and authentic. And I’ll add that you areperfectin that role.”
Feeling herself blush, Sofie decided to turn the tables. “So, Ialsowant to know you better, if that’s okay?” Leaning on her elbows, she moved forward, asking in a calm voice. “Why are you so drawn to power and control? What made you into a dominant person?”
Gabriella laughed out loud, causing Sofie to frown.
“My dear, I have always been an alpha woman; it’s not something you become; it’s just who you are. But with power comes responsibility, and I try to manage my influence not tooverpower a situation. But since we’re getting personal, I’ll share something with you.” Sofie settled in her seat, giving Ms. Galena her full attention.
“You wouldn’t know this because you were hired upon my return, but I took a leave of absence just before you met me. I was once married for 15 years. My now ex-wife, Madison, was the lead photographer for the Arts Department at Deluxe Redux Magazine. In fact, we actually met at the magazine. I was starting as Junior Editor, and Maddy had been there for about a year,” Gabriella explained to Sofie.
She continued, with Sofie glued to her every word, “So, one night, I caught Maddy in bed with my best friend’s sister, Lauren Cunningham. Blair, my friend, is actually a high-powered financial advisor. Luckily, we are still friends to this day; I don’t hold Blair accountable for Lauren’s actions. But naturally, it was completely devastating, and I needed to take some time away from the magazine.”
“Oh my god!” Sofie gasped. “I’m so sorry to hear that! I couldn’t imagine being in that position.” While Sofie felt horrible for her boss, Gabriella’s harsh attitude began to make sense to Sofie. It was clear that she had been through a heartbreaking situation.
