Chapter 14: CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I woke up very late.

I wore mismatched socks, my hair was rough and my entire demeanor disheveled as I ran into the office.

“Great Aria, your first day and you're already giving them reasons to rethink giving you this opportunity,” I scolded myself as I ran into the elevator leading to my boss’s office

I caught the stray eyes people sent my way and I didn't blame them. I looked like I'd tumbled out a dumpster, my black, long hair was all over the place because I didn't have time to put a comb through it.

I got into the office and realized there were two tables, one for me and another for Melanie.

She didn't look too happy to see me.

“You realize work starts by 9am right?” she snapped with a look of disdain as I stumbled towards my table which was in front of Mr. Alaric's office.

“I'm sorry, I forgot to put an alarm,”

“Mr. Denver doesn't tolerate excuses, so you'd better sit up,” she ordered.

“Okay,” I nodded and collected the files she handed over to me.

I wasn't overly concerned with her tone, I was used to way worse, but I hoped this didn't become a permanent situation. I was at fault today anyways so I ignored the bite in her tone and looked at the files she gave me to work on.

It was Mr. Alaric's schedule, a few reports and some flight arrangements for his next international meetings.

It's been a while I'd actually done anything so intense but by the time I was done with the work, it was already time for lunch.

I kept the files on her desk and went back to my seat, going through social media in other to distract my mind from the hunger pangs dealing with me.

Suddenly, the door behind me burst open and it was my boss, looking as though he'd just walked out of the shower.

My clit throbbed in response.

‘Oh not again’ I groaned in my mind. It was my fault for making myself cum with him as the man of my imagination but my pussy did need to take a chill pill or something.

“Good afternoon Sir,” I greeted respectfully, hoping he didn't notice the way my legs were clamped shut.

He turned to me, his frown deepening.

What if he was one of those people with sensitive senses and could see how my nipples were hardening in my top? I didn't wear a padded bra, just lace and my hypersensitive nipples were screaming for attention.

“Hello Aria, how are you feeling today?”

“I'm great. I've done the files Melanie gave to me, do you need anything else?”

“Next time when you come to work, come to my office first of all. Melanie should be helping you if you don't understand anything, not telling you what to do, alright?” He instructed and I nodded like a good girl.

‘Damn, I wasn't going to last long in this office,’ I realized.

The man was innocently giving me instructions and my pussy was responding better than my brain.

He made to leave the office but then turned around at the door.

“And why aren't you taking your lunch break?”

“Um, I'm not really hungry,”

I definitely wasn't going to tell my new boss that I was too broke to afford lunch. I'd spent all my money on that damn bus ticket and might have to open a gofundme or something to get through this month before my first paycheck gets in.

But my stomach wasn't interested in that crap and growled so loudly that people in the next room could hear it if they were paying attention.

Mr Alaric raised his eyebrows at me, and my cheeks flushed in utter embarrassment.

“Come on,” he beckoned and I got up from my seat.

His eyes darted straight to my nipples and I saw him look away immediately.

“Down girls” I mumbled to myself as I pretended that had not just happened and followed him out of the office.

We looked an odd pair; me in my gray pants and white chiffon top, mismatched socks and a hair I'd used my fingers to comb through and him, perfectly arranged gentleman in a suit and in charge of a large company.

The looks I got as we walked out into the front office were enough to kill but I reminded myself that they were down here and I was up there. They were free to stare and judge, they won't be seeing me often anyways; well I hope so.

I followed him to the car pack and he opened the door for me.

My cheeks didn't hide my gratitude, it was impossibly red but I'd learned how to ignore what my body was screaming for. You didn't survive through Brooklyn with my situation and a bad temper or in this case, an overly sensitive body that wanted to jump on my boss’s body and rail myself on his hard cock.

He got back into the car and drove us to a high end restaurant.

I nearly groaned; I hated these places with passion.

Sometimes my parents would want to take our monthly show of perfection outside and since I always came with an empty stomach, I'd be forced to eat these tiny samples of food even though my stomach was growling in hunger.

“You don't like it here?” He asked, bringing me back to the present and I was shocked.

Was my face that transparent?

“Oh, it's absolutely fine. I'm grateful Sir,” I rushed out, scared of sounding like a spoiled brat. That was my sister, not me.

“You obviously don't like here and before you lie to me again, I saw how your eyes squinted immediately I drove us here so tell me where you want to eat,” he commanded.

I couldn't resist, my mouth obeying his command before I could process it.

Where I directed him to was a soul food restaurant in Clinton Hill that served the most delicious chicken. I celebrated my graduation by spending some part of the money my parents gave me for finally doing something right on their delicious chicken and waffles.

I felt a little guilty for bringing my boss to this type of place, he looked qui

te out of place but he was the one that asked me to suggest this so he'd have to deal with it.