Don't Touch

At least he didn't fire me on the spot.

The only thing he said about the messages is to be more careful. He didn't tell me it was unprofessional, or that he's a married man and I need to keep my hands to myself. And I swear, I swear on my soul, that I saw a little hint of a smirk on his face.

It was subtle, but it was there.

Thinking about it now, about the way his eyes darkened and glazed over making them look like an amber gemstone, and how his lips twitched at the corners, it makes my skin hot. I can feel my cheeks blushing and my stomach flip.

I pick up the edge of my jacket and smell it. It smells like him. His cologne has permeated the fabric. He's all around me, wrapping me like a warm blanket. My mind starts to think back to how close he was to me in the storage room.

We were shoulder to shoulder, and every time he looked down at me, I thought my knees were going to buckle. When he touched my arms, my blood percolated under my skin like coffee, and my pussy clenched.

Fuck, he's so damn sexy.

My hand slips down my belly and cups my mound. I rock my hips, forcing my pussy against my palm. My clit is tender, swollen, and turning my memories of the day into an erotic movie in my head.

I imagine Monroe and me in the storage room, our bodies close, our eyes freezing on each other. He reaches out, placing his hand to my face. His thick fingers scratch through my hair as he curls them around my nape.

Fuck, I'd let him do anything he wants to me.

I slip my hand inside my pants and feel the wetness of my panties. One flick of my finger sends a surge of tingles through my body. I move my panties to the side and run my finger up the center of my pussy, pretending that Monroe is touching me.

I'm wet, dripping from an imaginary moment we never shared. But fuck, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep these boundaries of boss and employee if he ever makes a move. How could I?

He's the sexiest man I've ever seen in my life. A man with a reputation, and a presence that is not only commanding, but is also debilitating. My mind is mush, my heart is pounding, and my pussy is aching.

I dip a finger inside, using my thumb to draw firm circles over my clit. With my eyes closed, I can see him taking me. I can feel his hands on my body as he spins me around and rips my pants down so he can fuck me.

One finger turns into two as my brain pretends my fingers are his cock. Over and over, I fuck myself, until my stomach clenches and my clit is so swollen it only takes one more touch to send me over the edge.

I come. I come so hard my thighs seal around my wrist and I moan with pleasure. My skin is hot to the touch and I'm breathing heavy as I open my eyes.

You can't ever sleep with him. He's your boss! Remember that.

Imagining is one thing, but I know that sleeping with him would cripple my career. I won't jeopardize this opportunity.

My phone rings, so I sit up and grab it off the table. “Hey, Tom,” I say. It's my older brother.

“Hey, so. . .”

“So, what?”

“How was your first day?”

“Tiring, long, my feet are killing me, and my back hurts.”

“What are you, eighty years old? You sound like Grandma.”

I giggle and say, “It was hard, Tom.”

“You knew it was going to be. No one ever said it would be easy.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm not saying it like I want to quit, I'm just saying I'm tired, is all.”

“Well, I'm proud of you. For once in your life, you listened to your big brother, and look, everything worked out.”

Tom is the one who pushed me to go to culinary school. I felt lost after high school, and he stepped up, giving me some options, and helping me decide that cooking could be my calling. Little did I know how much I was going to love it.

“You're right.”

“What was that?” he asks. “Can you say that again?”

“You were right. There, I said it, but don't think I'm going to say it a third time.”

Tom laughs loudly. “All right, I get it. But just think, today might have been tough, but this is your path to success. Keep your head up, keep doing what you're doing, and you'll get there one day. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be dining in your restaurant.”

“Yeah, maybe. So, what about you? How's the warehouse doing?”

“It's doing pretty good. We got a few new contracts, so we're going to be busy this summer, which is awesome. I'm not looking forward to all the long days to fill these orders, but I'll make it happen.”