Hard For My Boss

The way he commands me and takes charge of everything is so insufferable at times, and yet little bombs of excitement burst within me despite myself. His strength turns me on. His bossiness turns me on. That arrogant glint in his eyes when he looks down at me and smirks superiorly … it turns me on so much that I have to squeeze my legs together through half of my workday.

I can’t stop thinking about Ben.

When the clock hits five, I slip into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall—the very same one Benjamin pulled me into—and change into the clothes I’d brought: some loose jeans and a t-shirt. After shoving my dress shirt, slacks, and tie into the backpack, I come out of the stall and stare at myself in the mirror, then grow lost in thoughts of Benjamin and what the hell is happening to me.

It’s not just the assertive man in a suit who I know. I am also vividly aware of the laidback, gentle person who can slip his arms around me on his couch and hold me tightly against him, cuddled, as the TV emits its soft glow over our half-naked bodies.

I’d give anything to have another night like that.

Maybe that’s what this weekend will be all about: nights like that.

I know the man who whispers in my ear as he tells me stories of when he was a lost kid, unsure what to do with his life. I know the man who can be as vulnerable as he is intimidating.

I think I’m starting to think about that man too much. I fear I’m starting to fear what’s happening inside me when all my thoughts turn to Benjamin Gage. I feel I’m starting to … feel … too much.

“Time to go,” Elijah notes when I come out of the bathroom, changed. “Sure you don’t want me to drive you to your parents’?”

“I have a ticket for the bus.” That’s the twenty-ninth lie I’ve told my roommate Elijah today, who I never keep secrets from.

“Alright, man. Only if you’re sure.”

I give him an unexpected hug before we part ways outside the office, where the sun has finally come out to push away the clouds and cook the evening air into a humid soup of summer sweatiness. “Thanks for understanding. See you Monday, and we’ll get drinks and complain about our super lame weekends. How’s that sound?”

“You better tell your mom I said hi, and if she doesn’t send your ass back with a container full of her homemade cinnamon rolls, I’ll disown her as my adopted mother-in-law.”

I laugh a touch too hard at that. It’s just my tightened nerves and overflowing excitement chasing their way up my body. I am so ready to get my ass to Ben’s place and start this weekend.

And as I watch Elijah walk off into the sunlit mugginess, my phone dances with a text in my pocket. I pull it out at once and let my eyes feast on the words.

B

I’m all ready for you, intern.

Is your cute ass ready for me?

I grin. You bet your beefy cheeks I am, boss.

33

Benjamin values his employees.

I’m so excited to start my weekend with Trevor that I don’t give him a second to breathe when he arrives at my place. We’re in the car at once, and my driver Ian takes us to the airport. The next time Trevor draws a breath, we’re in my private jet miles in the sky, and his eyes are glued to the window, awed by the sight of the shrinking city and the wispy clouds.

“Where are we going?” he asks eagerly.

“Somewhere that’s going to put some sun on those ass cheeks of yours,” I tell him.

He laughs at that and shakes his head in disbelief, appearing totally lightheaded with excitement. “I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”

“First time for everything.” I try not to let my eyes wander down his body, encouraging myself to be a gentleman now and save whatever diabolical instincts I have for later. Even though his pants are so loose that I see a hint of his underwear at his waist whenever he leans into the window. Even though his shirt comes short, barely meeting the waistband of his jeans, and the material hugs his shoulders and arms tightly, the sleeves distractingly taut.

Yeah, I’m such a “gentleman” over here, as I literally devour his body with my eyes.

“This summer turned out to be full of firsts,” Trevor murmurs thoughtfully. “First time to a nightclub. First time drinking. First time getting a legit internship that could totally shape my future. First time flying—twice in the same month. First time doing things totally not appropriate for the office with my—” He stops right there, turning his face sheepishly toward me. I flit my eyes up to his, since I was busy staring at the little peek of underwear he’s giving me. “Well, with my boss,” he finishes in a tiny, cute voice.