Under My Boss's Control

If I act like I am busy working then this shouldn’t be a problem, but I’m still worried that people will notice what I’m up to. I spend more time hiding in the bathroom and the filing room. If I move around, then they might not catch me.

Sue has already called to ask when I will pick up Mr. Barker, but I just let her call go to voicemail. I’m not ready to face that problem yet.

When I get back to my desk, it’s pretty much closing time. The office is starting to look empty as everyone packs up all their stuff to leave for good. I pretend to do the same so I don’t look suspicious. Then after a few moments of that, as people start to leave, I act like I’m doing regular work.

The partners are having a final meeting with Ben in his office. As long as they are still here, I won’t look out of place. I turn to my computer and open my web browser. I scan through some rental listings to pass the time.

Maybe I can somehow still find a place to live. Or at least somewhere to spend the night.

Chapter 5

Samantha

I’m the last one in the office, except for Ben, who I haven’t seen leave yet. I’m still working. Well, not really. I’m working on finding a place to live.

Just like everything else today, it’s not going well. Even after browsing through all the rentals and calling every number I can find, it still looks like there’s no way I can get into a place right now.

I have no money to be able to pay for anything at the moment, especially now that the office is closing. It’s all I can do not to cry.

I’m clearing up the mess I left on my desk when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around quickly and see Ben, who was working late, too.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Ben, I mean sir,” I stammer nervously.

I wasn’t expecting anyone else to still be here. I’m too tired and emotional about all that’s been happening to daydream about him like I did earlier.

I go back to clearing out my desk. Might as well get it over with and put this stuff in the car with the rest of my belongings. Ben stands there looking at me, eyebrows raised, briefcase in his hands.

“Um, that’s enough work for today. You’re free to go home. Stay safe out there. I’ve been telling that to everyone,” he says, with a polite smile.

I’m upset that he didn’t ask me to be one of the assistants who work remotely. Yes, technically I’m the receptionist, but I do a lot of assistant work, too. I could easily help out from home – if I had a home, that is.

I turn around to look at him again, a big stack of folders in my hand. Before I can stop myself, I start sobbing and hugging the folders to my chest. Ben looks at me in alarm.

“Um, is everything okay?” he asks hesitantly.

“No, I can’t go home, because I have no home to go to. I’m homeless because of a stupid fight I got into with my stupid landlord.”

I sniffle out loud. Repeating it out loud has finally made it a reality in my mind.

Ben pulls some tissues out of the box that’s on my desk and hands them to me.

“Oh, I see,” he murmurs.

He watches as I wipe my tears and blow my nose. Now that I’ve cried, I actually feel a little better about the whole situation. It takes a minute for me to realize what I just did. I immediately get embarrassed and start apologizing again.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to break down and start crying like that.”

I’m still clutching the folders. I glance at him, then turn my eyes away. I’m too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

“It’s no trouble,” he assures me.

He sets his briefcase down and takes a step closer to me.

“You know, you are more than welcome to stay with me, if you’d like. I could use the help. With work. And otherwise. The only problem is that we’ll have to be quarantined together, so you won’t be able to leave. And I would need you to be available to do anything and everything I need.”

He emphasizes the last part strongly. Something in his voice makes the walls of my pussy clench. And it makes it dripping wet. I look up into his eyes and can sense his dominant side right away. Though I don’t even know this man, I can’t bring myself to say no to him.

“Well, that’s very generous of you. I don’t have much money though; I couldn’t even afford a hotel so I don’t know how I would be able to pay you back?” I ask hesitantly.