Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

Then I hurry from the office and all but run back to my desk. I’m a bundle of nervous energy as I sit here. I tell myself that I’m just happy that I get the opportunity to make some really big money. Deep down, though, I know that is not the real reason I’m excited.

Truthfully, I’m glad for the opportunity to spend some more time with my boss in an environment that is different from work. This isn’t going to help the huge crush that I have on him, but at least I’ll have additional time to admire him.

I can’t imagine how much it would suck to be trapped in quarantine and not have any contact with him. I know someone as gorgeous and wealthy as he is would never be interested in someone as ordinary as me.

That’s why I have to take this opportunity.

If this quarantine continues, it could be the last chance that I’ll get to see him for a while.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur. All I can think about is being alone with him later.

Everyone is busy because this is the last day that we will be working in the office. Eventually I get distracted by work, and that makes the time pass even faster.

Before I know it, it’s late afternoon and the subject of my fantasies startles me by clearing his throat. He’s standing in front of my desk.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m leaving early today, and I wanted to give you the work schedule and my address. We can start this evening, if you’re available,” he explains, holding the paper out to me.

The way he looks at me tells me I’d better be available. His stern eyes peer down at me – he’s tall, and broad-shouldered – but their dark brown color is the same shade as marbles I used to play with as a child, and they comfort me, even though they’re demanding of me. Perhaps because they’re demanding of me.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” I squeak, as I take the paper from him.

He nods his assent, then breezes out the door. I try not to make it obvious that I’m watching him walk out. I love his powerful gait, as if it’s letting the world know how alpha he is.

After he’s gone, I stare at the paper and memorize the information before putting it away in my purse. I try to concentrate on finishing up the remainder of the work I have left.

But that’s a lot easier said than done.

I hurry home once I’m done, and hurriedly pack a bag to bring with me to Matt’s house, because I’m not sure how long he’ll be expecting me to stay. I make sure to freshen up, because not sure what exactly he’ll be expecting me to do, either.

Later that evening, my heart is hammering in my chest on the drive to his house.

I’ve finally managed to convince myself that this is nothing more than work. That there is no possible way that my boss is interested in me, and that it is ridiculous to keep thinking about him like that.

It took a lot of effort, but I’m glad I was able to do it.

I feel much calmer and more prepared to work now.

After a few more minutes of driving, I arrive at his house.

“Mansion” might be a more appropriate word for it, though.

I pull up in the driveway, trying not to be impressed by the size of everything. I sit in my car for a few minutes and wonder if I should call Mr. Barnes to tell him that I am outside. I soon realize there’s no need to. His living room drapes are open, and I see him peering out the window at me.

I hesitantly wave at him, then turn off my car. I grab my purse and the rest of the things I’ll need before getting out.

My sensible heels click as I walk up the path. I take a deep breath as I approach the front door, telling myself once again that it’s just work, and that I can handle it.

Mr. Barnes gives me a friendly smile as he opens the front door. All the calm I felt before suddenly leaves me when I see him up close.

He looks freshly showered. I thought I was prepared for this, but I’m clearly not. All my feelings for him come rushing back up. All my office fantasies and daydreams about him start to overwhelm me.

I can feel my pussy dripping wet. I squeeze it, as if telling it to behave and stop betraying me, even to myself. That just excites it more – it’s never had any man in it and it wants Matthew Barnes, badly.

It wants him inside me, filling me up with what I bet is a huge cock, since the rest of him is so tall and manly.