I look down in my fantasy, and my whole body goes tense when I seehim. Alexander fucking Coleman. It’s not a vaguely-faced stranger anymore. It’s my very real, very alive boss.
My first instinct is to stop everything and remove Idris from my clit, but I’m so,soclose… With a trembling breath, I close my eyes harder and keep the fantasy alive, imagining my boss devouring me. He isn’t so obnoxious now, lowered between my legs, eating me out.
A moan escapes me, and my left leg begins to tremble. In my fantasy, Alexander travels up, laying more kisses on me, and meets my eyes ashe whispers, “You taste so fucking good, Andrea.” Then, this perfect, not-so-frustrating version of him reaches between us and aligns himself with my soaked opening.
The instant fantasy-Lex thrusts inside me, I tilt into a bone-melting orgasm. I can’t contain the small cry that escapes me, but I guess it’s okay. If there’s one perk to having a deaf roommate, it’s that she can’t hear what goes on in my room.
I keep Idris pressed right where I need him, drawing out my orgasm until it becomes uncomfortable, and I turn it off. Then, panting and disoriented, what I just did sinks in as I stare up at the white ceiling of my new room.
Fuck. I just gave myself one of the best orgasms of my life thinking of my boss.
What the hell, Andy?!
How am I supposed to face him on Monday? How can I look him in the eye and not think of the fact that I imagined him eating me out?
With a groan, I roll until my face is in my pillow, and let out a frustrated scream.
I’m such a fucking idiot…
Chapter 07
After this first weekend, I know Tami and I will get along very well. We discovered a mutual fondness for romantic comedies from the early 2000s, as well as a deep appreciation for Mexican telenovelas. To my surprise, she asked that I display some of my figurines and collectibles in the living room, insisting it is also my place now, so my personality is allowed to shine through. She also expressed how much she enjoys that I know ASL, which is a nice change from her past roommates. On Sunday afternoon, she offered for me to join her for her weekly Pilates session in the living room, but I politely declined, arguing my legs were still sore from the move. In all truth, I really don’t like exercising. Maybe I’ll come around, though. We’ll see.
So, instead of Pilates, I sat on the couch and read Kelex’s rulebook. Everything’s pretty standard, and I was glad to see that relationships between colleagues aren’t forbidden, even though they’re strongly discouraged. Oliver is turning out to be exactly the kind of man I need—kind, gentle, attentive, and who knows where that’ll lead.
I dedicated my Sunday to a personal project, which I haven’t worked on for a couple of weeks with everything going on. It’s something I’ve been developing for over two years now, and I’m getting closer and closer to finishing it.
And now, it’s Monday, and I’ll probably have to face my boss again, knowing I climaxed thinking of him. I was doing so good, and I’m back to square one again, my entire body filled with tension.
Boss problems aside, having someone to sit with on the morning bus rides is great. Tami and I head to work together, and we get to chat the whole ride downtown.
Maybe I’m not as cursed as I thought because the first thing I see upon turning my computer on is a message from Alexander in our group chat on the company’s messaging software.
Alexander Coleman: I’m out of town for a personal matter. You all know what you need to work on. Email me if you have questions that can’t wait.
That’s all we get, per usual. No hello, no goodbye, no nothing. But I’m not really surprised by it, so I guess I’m getting used to our boss being so curt.
Whatever is keeping Alexander out of Seattle lasts almost the entire week. But the dream team is a well-oiled machine, and his absence doesn’t prevent us from doing our job and getting things done. He emails us daily instructions in the mornings, and with every day that passes, I grow a little more curious about what’s going on. The guys are also intrigued. According to them, Alexander Coleman is a workaholic with barely any personal life, so him being away for an entire week doesn’t feel right to them.
As the week goes by, we all accept that we won’t see our boss until next week, and I’m okay with that. I’m much more relaxed, and my second week at Kelex is a delight. I even bring my own food to work, as Tami and I take turns preparing two lunches every day. Slowly but surely, I’m getting used to this new life and loving it.
During lunch break on Friday, I start a game ofDonkey Kongto pass the time until the microwave line is gone. But to my surprise, and to the guys’ astonishment, I’m killing it. And the longer I last, the less willing I am to stop.
The whole break flies by, and Mario is still alive and well on the screen. Shit, I’m actually getting closer and closer to the high scores. By my estimate, I need an extra twenty minutes to get in the third position, twenty-five for the second one, and thirty to end up first.
Staying late to make up for it is a very mild price to pay for such an exploit. That’s why I’m still here, playing and winning when everyone returns to work. The guys have returned to the Lair, and they know that as soon as I die or get a high score, I’ll join them.
Because I’m so absorbed by the game, I barely notice when someone comes near me after a while. “How are you still alive?” Oliver asks, impressed.
I shrug my shoulders, knowing it is due mainly to luck. In such games, skills aren’t the only parameter. One wrong succession of barrels and tricks can ruin everything. So far, I haven’t had those. Oli isn’t the only one interested in seeing me beat the high scores, because theguys join us in the break room one by one. Mason even comes with a tall glass of water and a straw, which he guides into my mouth so I can hydrate without stopping. This is like the Olympics for nerds.
Only two minutes left until I beat Nammota’s lowest score. I can do this—especially with the gang cheerleading around me. They’re all rooting for me, and I can’t let them down.
“So, this is what happens when I’m away?” a familiarly intimidating voice asks behind us.
Fuck! No! Not now!
An entire week of being God knows where, and he decides to return right now, of all times?!
