Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

I didn't know where the urge came from. Probably the fanciness of the dining room we were going to be eating in. It really was like something from a movie. A stupidly long table going almost from one end of the room to the other. A big fancy chandelier, the whole nine yards. If they took the table out, the place would have been big enough for a decently sized ball—people in fancy clothes spinning like nobody’s business, pulling off moves in evening wear that would make most people fall over.

Finally settling on the little black dressed I had brought on the dubious advice of a friend but had yet to wear, I put on my best, black silk bra and panties, before attempting to wiggle into the dress. I had put on a bit of weight since my senior year, but I had to admit, I still looked pretty good. I turned to the side so I could see my tits and my ass in the full-length mirror in the room that Dean had given me. I couldn't explain quite why I had done this, but I quite liked what I saw.

It suddenly occurred to me that Dean might have noticed too. I shook a little, struck by a combination of embarrassment and exhilaration to think that my boss might have been looking at me. I wasn't really subtle, to be fair. I felt that he hated me, but maybe little Jessica was right. Maybe he was being so terse as cover because he liked me.

I got to the kitchen with about twenty minutes to spare. I wasn't about to risk my cheesesteak again, so I had to find something else to make. Searching the kitchen for something that could be made in twenty minutes or less, I came across a pack of steaks and some really nice looking veggies that seemed like they would fry up well.

“Becky? Are you hear?”

The massive dining hall gave Dean’s voice a weird echoing quality. I had planned to be out there before he came.

“Coming!” I called, so he wouldn’t think that I had stood him up.

“Wow!” Dean said as soon as he saw me carrying in the steaks.

“Yes, it is an immersive serving tray, isn't it? I would have thought you would be used to it by now, though.”

A slight grin pulled at his lips. “I was talking about—”

“I know, I was just teasing,” I said before Dean could embarrass himself.

“You look really nice,” he said, sitting at the end of the table nearest the kitchen.

“Thanks,” I said, putting down the lidded serving tray. Having his deep-brown eyes on me made me want to blush, but I couldn’t.

“What's for lunch?”

“Steak,” I said, taking off the lid.

He didn't say anything, though it was probably because he was stunned. Though I could tell by the way his eyes bulged that he approved of my cooking skills. Still taking the role of the cook and server, I placed the plate down in front of him before putting my own down at the spot next to him.

Dean looked over as I sat down. I thought maybe he was wondering why I was sitting so close. Though when I looked at him, I could tell that he wasn't objecting at all.

“Eat your steak,” I said gently.

He looked back at his plate as though he had just remembered it was there, suddenly returning to normal and eating in the primmest way imaginable. It seemed impossible, especially with the tension between us up to that point, but there seemed to be a mutual attraction. I knew I had a certain feeling in my tummy and Dean was looking like he would eat my pussy as soon as the stead and mushrooms.

“I know I've been a real asshole,” Dean said out of the blue when we were finished with our steaks.

“You said that already,” I said, taking the tray and the dishes back into the kitchen.

He followed. “Not in so many words.”

“No, but it was implied, and I forgive you, mostly,” I said, crossing back into the dining room and sitting back down where I was before.

“You really were right. You really don't deserve it, and neither does Jessica. I – I just really miss Simone, and Jessica just looks so much like her. I mean obviously, she is her daughter after all, but every time I look at her, I see Simone, and I remember again that she is gone. I'll never see her again. The last time I saw her… the last time I saw my sister alive, she was driving me to the airport so I wouldn't go to prison.”

I sat up straight. “Prison?”

“Yeah, I was stupid and trying to make the world a better place like young people do.”

“What did you do? Some kind of protest?”

“You could say that. Remember the 2008 crash?”