Under My Boss's Desk - Under Him

It is not the first time our company has had a saboteur, nor will it be the last. We deal in new tech and of course there are people who want to get their hands on it before it is even out there. But this is the first time we haven’t caught it early and that is worrying me.

I need a distraction so badly before I go into overthinking mode and this entire pandemic is making things even harder. I am about to go raiding the liquor for a shot of whiskey or two when my brain shuts down completely.

Right there on my screen is a message.

A simple ‘Hey there.’

The first message I have ever received from Anna.

She has worked in my company for three years and I have done everything I could to get her attention during each and every one of those years. All she has done during that time is ignore my very existence.

For three years I wanted her to look at me like I looked at her, to notice me. But she never did.

I always thought she didn’t like me. I mean, apart from “yes, sir,” “no, sir,” and “right away, sir,” there are not many other words I have ever heard from her until today. Her message sounds so casual and so unlike her.

Despite my good sense, I find myself typing back to her.

“Hey yourself.”

Seconds tick by and I still sit there glued to my screen. An email or two come in about work and I answer them quickly and absentmindedly before returning to our Skype screen. She is online, but she is saying nothing.

After an entire minute has passed, there are three dots on the screen to show that she is typing something. So, I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait some more.

Nothing comes through.

I find myself typing something I might regret.

“You look different today.”

After I send it, I read it and wonder how she might interpret my message. Will she view me like a stalker of some sort? Will she…

“Did you like what I was wearing?”

I find myself nodding and smiling like an idiot before I realize she cannot see me.

“I really do,” I type to her, then decide to throw caution to the wind and add, “You look too sexy for words.”

There is silence again from her end so I quickly add, “Can I call you?”

I might have taken things too far on that one, because she quickly answers with, “Please don’t.”

My face just about falls at how fast she says no before she adds again, “My boss is monitoring me to make sure I work all the hours I should be working.”

I see what she’s doing there. Playing games with me. I love it. It makes me want to teach her a lesson so that I can win the game. My cock gets very hard at the thought.

“Besides, I am blushing so badly right now that I might choke on my own words,” she adds.

Before I think more about it, I find myself typing back, “Why is that?”

“Because crushes have a way of rendering us useless, Sir.”

It is stupid. Of course it is stupid that her simple sentence brings a smile back to my face.

She likes me.

Anna Mallon has a crush on me.

“Then I won’t call you. YET.”

She sends me a smiley face, then logs off right as I scramble for the camera screen to focus on her.

I can’t help wondering to myself: Why now?

I wish I was strong enough to spoil it by asking her this question. But even though I’m usually a strong, take charge guy, when it comes to Anna Mallon, I am weak and greedy.

I am weak because I don’t want to scare her away and spoil this flirty side of her, but I am also greedy because I want her under me, on top of me and beside me on every surface of my house. I want to put my hard cock into her wet pussy and fuck her like she has never been fucked before.

As I look at her delicate features and her grinning face, I know.

With her first simple message, Anna just gave me an opening, and I know I won’t stop until I have her.

And I am a greedy bastard because for three years, I have wanted her. I never thought I could have her but I didn’t ever stop wanting her.

Now that she has made it known that she wants me too, I won’t stop until I am buried so deep inside her that she won’t be able to get me out.

Chapter Two – Anna

Have you ever felt like you were living on a rainbow?

Or felt so good that you would do anything to keep feeling?

That is how I feel each time I’m chatting with Liam Thorne after work. During the quarantine period, we’ve almost fallen into a routine where we work all day and chat with each other after work about anything and everything.