Mia held her breath as she stumbled out of her boss office, aware of her appearance. She took her bag and threw the jacket over her shoulders, desperately trying to button it with her fingers that were also shaking. Her thighs were still sticky and damp as she had slid those pants on and marched out of his office with arrogance.
Fortunately for her, Damon hadn't left yet, probably still standing in his office with a frown on his face at the way she behaved. No, she didn't even want to think about it, too busy staring at the elevator in front of her.
She hoped that it would arrive before she had to see her boss again. Just thinking about his reaction made her shiver.
Mia was trying not to think about what had happened, not until she left. She had let him eat her out, which also happened to be the most amazing orgasm of her life, and then left him with the worst case of blue balls a guy could have. If it were someone else's life, she would be celebrating and laughing a lot. Too bad it wasn't.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, making a loud ding sound. Cursing under her breath, she shuffled in quickly and pressed the button. Mia focused in utter concentration, watching as each floor passed before her eyes. How she managed to get down without screaming to herself was something she will never understand.
Storming straight through the cafeteria, she opened the metal door that led to empty store room and leaned against the wall, panting. What just happened? Mia took a breath and put her hands over her mouth. What was wrong with her?
Stunned, she dragged her body over the wall and up a few flights of stairs to the nearest bathroom. Mia glanced to make sure there was no one there before closing the door. As soon as she approached the mirror, a shiver ran down her spine.
The person staring back at her seemed so red in the face. So red. She turned on the water tap to drown the thoughts swirling in her mind. Leaning forward, she inspected herself. Her lips were swollen, her hair messy and sticking to the side of her face like she had run a marathon. In a way, she did rush four flights of stairs. Mia's shirt was rumpled, and the buttons messily pulled together.
"Fuck" She cursed as her hands went down to her pants.
Her boss had her panties in his pocket. There was no way she was going back to get that flimsy material from him. Not when he's furious.
Shaking her head, she scrubbed her face with her hands, slightly trembling with each moment. Mia made a huge mess. There are only two ways this can go. Either Damon will forget about her wicked behaviour or fire her. Now was not the time to find out about it.
The more she thought about, the earlier incident, the more Mia wanted the ground to swallow her up. Why did she not stop him? Right! She cursed under her breath. The moment she saw him in that suit, dark grey fitted around his body like his second skin, she lost it. Also, it didn't help the way he was staring at her. As soon as his breath fell on her face, Mia felt putty in his hands.
That was not a good thing. How could she face him without imagining him naked? Okay, well, not naked in itself. Technically, She hadn't seen him completely naked yet, but what she had seen was enough to give her a shiver all over her body.
Not yet. Why did she use that word? It's not like there will be any more of those kinds of incidents. She simply won't let it go that far.
Or maybe she can quit. Mia thought about it for a moment, but she didn't like that option very much.
She loved her job, and Damon might have been the biggest asshole in the world, but she had been able to handle it for six months and - except for the last few hours - she knew how to control it like no one else. And as much as she hated to admit it, Damon Rossi was a true genius. There were times when he's intensely impatient and at the same time obsessed with perfection; he expected everyone from the same standard that he maintained for himself and accepted nothing less than the best of each individual. Despite all that he knew what he's doing and for that, she always admired him.
Mia had to admit that she always liked his expectation of working harder to get better results. She needed that internship certification letter from him as well, and without it, she won't get her degree so that one won't work.
***
The next morning, Mia was sitting with Jane as much as she's dying to tell her best friend about the previous day incident involving Damon she chose to remain silent. Very difficult task for someone who loved to talk. Mostly about her life.
As they were sipping their coffees in the office cafeteria, the front cover caught Mia's eye. Without waiting, she immediately snatched the magazine away from her friend.
"Hey!" Jane made a sound. "Get your own"
Mia held her index finger up, focused on reading the headline.
"Damon Rossi Spotted with Former Rumoured Beau for a Romantic Walk Through the City"
That wasn't the first time that Mia had seen her employer on the cover of a trashy gossip magazine written to exploit the famous. Still, the thing that made her shake with inexplicable rage was the photo they have splashed over the cover. Her blood boiled the more she focused on it.
Her boss face was lit up with the flashes of what seemed like multiple cameras. Along with him, a tall skinny blonde was wrapped at his side, her chin held high, and an arrogant grin swallowing her cheeks. Like she's proud to be merely parading with one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. Mia didn't even bother to read the entire article on page 12.
Mia quickly put down the magazine in a quiet fit of aggression. It's wrong, so so wrong. How can he be pictured with another girl the same day as...never mind. At least she got a nice reality check. Damon was her boss and nothing else. She should stop having fantasies about him and focus on her work.
"What's going on?" Jane raised her brow.
"Nothing...I am fine" She lied and downed the entire coffee.
***
Feeling a new breeze of determination, Mia marched confidently to her office. On her way, she got a stinky eye from her enemy, but she simply didn't care. She quickly grabbed the coffee from the break room because there's no way she can get through her day without another one.
As soon as she slid in her office, her eyes went Go Damon's office. His door was closed, and there was no noise inside. Maybe he was gone. Only if she was lucky enough, rolling her eyes, she plopped in her chair and started working. The last thing she wanted to do was come face to face with him, but since Mia didn't intend to resign, at some point, she would have to face her boss.
Looking down at his schedule for the day, Mia realised that Damon would have a presentation for the other executives. A shudder racked through her when she realised that this meant she would have to speak to him later that day to prepare the material. He also had a convention the following month, which meant that Mia would not only have to stay at the same hotel as him but also on the plane, in the company car and at any meeting that came up. That's convenient. Not.
For the next hour, Mia kept looking at his office door from time to time. Her stomach started to turn with each passing breath. This is ridiculous! She thought to herself, trying to focus on her work. What was wrong with her? She shut the file that she was trying to read without success and put her head down when she heard the door open.
Damon walked out his face blank. "Miss Grace follow me to my office."
She silently followed him, almost surprised at his calm demeanour.
"Can you explain what the fuck is this?" He made a furious noise, pointing at the receipt in his hand.
"What does that look like? It's a receipt" She deadpanned.
"I know that," Damon growled, as he handed her the paper. "Why are you buying clothes with the company card?"
Mia refused to blush. She was so furious at him that she purchased a brand new set of panties from the mall. The twenty-five-year-old snorted, leaning back and daringly meeting his eyes. "I bought an underwear because you took mine."
***