My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“And you must be Howie,” she says, holding my hand. Her tenderness is enough to drive me crazy. No one has been so kind to me for years. Everyone is either looking to get money from me some way or another. Sometimes I just feel like a source of cash.

And yet, I can tell that Lacy and by extension, her Aunt Margaret, don’t feel that way at all. Both women beam.

“Please have a seat,” Margaret says, gesturing to the shabby furniture. I’m happy because honestly, feel like I’m going to faint. Something tells me that I can trust these people. They’re not ashamed of where they live, or that I obviously have more what with my perfectly cut suit and immaculately styled hair. Instead, these folks are the salt of the earth with solid values and loving hearts. Lacy has been raised by good people.

Speaking of which, I look over and see the curve of her waist. I see the ampleness of her tight ass, I see the flash of her thigh coming out of the kimono slit as she heads towards me with a cup of tea. These are my people. Anywhere Lacy is, I want to be too.

I settle into the old chair. The stuffing is coming out of the side and the wood of the arm rest is worn, but still, I am more comfortable in it than in my own house. I sip the tea as the two women sit before me. One, a beautiful vixen who I want cherish while exploring those creamy curves. The other, her aunt, so sweet and aged. Even with her wrinkles she’s beautiful. The caretaker of my Lacy. If only she will pass the little princess to me for safe keeping.

“Margaret, Lacy has told me so much about you. Thank you for everything you do for her.”

“Well, really, she does a lot for me too. When she got the job with you, I was so happy because rent has gotten too much for me to afford on my own these days. My fingers aren’t what they used to be. It’s hard to put beads on string these days, and that’s critical for a jewelry-maker.”

I nod.

“Lacy is a great worker. That’s why she stood out to me,” I say. I look over at my angel. She is a great worker, it’s true. But she is so much more. Lacy relaxes and opens her knees a little wider. She doesn’t even know it, but I can see all the way up her legs to the creamy slit of her pussy. My cock starts to throb again. Down boy. God, doesn’t she realize what she’s showing me? But then she closes her legs back up, crossing one knee over the other. Of course, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. She’s as innocent as an angel.

I clear my throat.

“Lacy’s such a good worker that I wanted to give her extra special treatment,” I rumble. I clear my throat. No need to make my talk sexy. We have all afternoon and night to say nas

ty things to each other. “What I mean is, I want to take her on a shopping spree. I want to be there for you, sweetheart.” My princess lays her head on her Aunt’s shoulder. She looks absolutely love struck. She looks deep into my eyes from across the coffee table, loaded with art books and beads, and I am lost in that gaze. The same deep brown as the desert at night. In her eyes, I see war and I also see peace.

“Lacy baby, why don’t you go get ready for our big day?” I ask her.

Lacy jumps up.

“Yes of course,” she murmurs. “Sorry, just let me get changed.”

The girl disappears into a bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. That leaves just me and Aunt Margaret in the sitting room. But suddenly, everything turns on a dime. I’d thought Margaret was an elderly pussycat, but suddenly she’s a fierce bulldog with light flashing from her eyes.

“Howie,” says Margaret as Lacy closes the door to the bedroom to change. “I want to thank you for taking a chance on Lacy. But you listen to me, Mister. If you do anything that would break her heart, anything that would hurt her, I have a lot of friends that will …”

I interrupt her threats.

“Margaret,” I lean forward towards my princess’s aunt. “Margaret, listen to me. I’m not going to let anything happen to your niece. I know how this may look to you, like I am taking control of your little angel after only knowing her for one day, but I assure you, I have never felt this way about another human being in my life. I swear on my mother’s tomb.”

She looks at me for a long time before exhaling.

“Look, I believe you. And I see that Lacy is happier than she’s ever been after she met you the other day. I saw her with that old boyfriend of hers- Charlie? She wasn’t happy then. He didn’t please her. In many ways, he was absolutely the wrong fit.”

I feel a pang of jealousy move through my body at the sound of Charlie’s name. That fucking prick. How could he hurt Lacy? How could he be so stupid? I vow to make him pay somehow, sometime in the future. But for right now, it’s about soothing Aunt Margaret.

“I don’t want Lacy to be hurt by another man again,” continues the elderly woman before I can speak. “That’s very important to me. In many ways, I am her protector,” she says, taking a sip of tea. “But in one other way, she is my protector. You see, Lacy’s salary from you is the only reason I’m getting by.”

Margaret shuffles under her art books and finds a piece of white paper with big block letters in red across the top. Oh shit. An eviction notice.

I sigh.

“So even though you say you’re going to take care of her, please understand that we have to be careful, Mr. Bates. There are many men who never follow up on their promises, and unfortunately, I haven’t been well in years now.”

Usually sob stories do nothing for me. After all, I manage a giant multinational corporation, and there are always problems with this person’s childcare or another person’s medical visits. But something about what Margaret is saying strikes my heart, and there are tears in my eyes. I haven’t cried in front of another human being for a decade. Something about Margaret breaks down my walls. The whole Brewster family must be magical.

“Margaret. How much do you need?”

“What?”

“How much would it be to buy this apartment?”