Chapter 20: CHAPTER TWENTY

I had picked up dinner as well as my boss’s laundry on my way home and went by his penthouse suite to drop it off.

Thankfully, he wasn't in there and I could do what I needed to do and he out before he got back.

The first time I'd been in there, I had to stop myself from being so creepy while he was in the next room and sniff his clothes or something equally weird.

As I walked into it again, I was still amazed at what money could actually buy. The entire suite was made to perfection.

I wasn't from a poor family and if seen wealth up close but Mr Alaric gave old money a run for it's money.

As I inspected the job of the cleaners and arranged his outfits for the week from his immense wardrobe, I kept getting marvelled by his keen eyes for beautiful pieces of art all over the house.

Some of these were ancient and old, I would even go as far as to say some were rumored to have disappeared. I worked at an art gallery once and seeing some of these works made me realize how rich he was.

I realized earlier today while working on his travel schedule that he definitely has more than one company.

I shivered from the scent of him which was so potent in the massive closet and I couldn't help inhaling it.

I had finally accepted that I was going crazy and I added therapy to the list of things I needed to pay for when I actually got my paycheck. It was just a few days more, and the thought of what I could do with it excited me so much.

I got the outfits laid out except for ties and I began opening drawers in search of them.

I saw drawers filled with wristwatches, jewelry and underwears.

The sight of the materials that held his junk together right before me made that familiar feeling of tingling return to my pussy.

“I definitely couldn't,” I whispered to myself as a very naughty, crazy idea came to my mind.

It was overpowering and I just needed to do it. Just once.

Then I'll be gone from here completely, he could do without ties for a week, he always looked too stiff with them anyways.

I finally gave in and reached into the drawer, pulled one out and smelled it.

I felt heady from the assault of masculinity and just him that was in there. Even though it had been washed, it still had his scent all over it and one sniff simply wasn't enough. I folded it and inhaled, I nearly moaned out loud.

I caught myself in the mirror like a pervert and instead of being irritated, I was strangely turned on.

It was a startling view, I was fully dressed and looked as presentable as possible, yet I had my boss’s underwear in my hands. But instead of feeling bad like I'd expected, my body sizzled from the view. I was doing something really bad and naughty and the fact that he could simply walk in here and catch me made my pussy drip with wetness.

I remembered those strong hands of his and wished we were in another universe where he wasn't the rich and crazy man he was and we could be something more.

Maybe he'd reach into my silk top and roll my nipples in his hands while he made me look at us in the mirror, my ass pressed against his crotch.

As I imagined his strong arms pinning my hands above my head on the wardrobe and begin unbuttoning my shirt, I simultaneously reached down to touch my plump, soft nipples.

“Ah,” I gasped at the feeling touching the sensitive nob evoked.

I was far gone in my imagination, my search for the tie temporarily forgotten.

I slowly traced my chest down to my skirt with Mr Alaric's imaginary hand.

I craved his touch, his hot body surrounding me and putting me in a haze of lust.

Well, more than I already was. I had developed a greedy cunt since I met the man and I prayed it didn't get me in trouble one day.

Finally ending the torture I'd put myself through, I finally touched my clit and I couldn't help the moan that sprung from my lips.

I was shocked at how my body shivered from the impact but more was from the gasp I heard behind me.

I turned around and the briefs I'd been sniffing dropped from my guilty hands, my mouth going to my mouth to stifle the shock of something.

I was stunned, shocked and ashamed, guilty eating deep into me.

My body had never been this reactive to anyone so I didn't know how to deal with it but deep down I knew I'd gone too far.

The silence stretched, him staring at me with his mouth slightly agape and me, staring at him with guilt and lust mingling in my stomach.

“I'm sorry Mr. Alaric, I swear I can explain,” I finally said, my brain connecting to my body for a second.

My voice seemed to snap him out of his reverie.

“Really?” he said and cleared his throat, taking a step towards me with his hands at his back. “Let me hear it, hm? Explain to me why you're in my closet, sniffing my underwear like a pervert.”

“Um… I um,” I spluttered like an idiot, unable to form coherent thoughts as he came closer to me, his scent overwhelming.

“You've been quite a naughty girl, Aria.. Sending me that voicemail and punishing me with the moans coming from your lips as you fucked yourself, thinking about me.” he was in front of me now and my brain was blank at first before it processed his words.

“Wait, what?” I exclaimed in shock, “you got the voicemail? It was a mistake, I swear. Just like this whole thing. I promise it'll never happen again, please Sir,” I begged, fearing losing my job before I'd even had a chance to make an actual impact in my life.

He slowly lifted his hands weaved them into my hair and I subconsciously leaned closer to him, my nipples growing excitedly in my silk top. I was hot, and I was definitely going to have an ice cold shower when I got out of here.

But then he grabbed my neck gently and pulled me closer, making me gasp.

And he connected our lips.