Chapter Two - Missunderstanding

MS. Lillian Porter

I've been holding the same piece of paper for at least five minutes. I'm still sitting on my bed, completely naked when for the thousandth time I read:

"Dear Miss Porter, I'm sorry I couldn't stay to see you wake up, I would love to, I swear! But I have a business to run. Enjoy the coffee. Hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of poking around your kitchen to prepare it. Have a nice day.

Ass: Your Boss ;)"

I'm still petrified, I can't believe I actually had sex with my boss. I feel so…depraved. However, not sorry. It was too wonderful for me to wish it hadn't happened.

Excellent! I'm late again. It's the second time this week and I'm not proud of it. I run to the bathroom and feel some parts of my body complain in the form of mild pain, yesterday was quite a night.

I turn on the shower and don't even wait for the water to heat up, I dive inside. The cold water crashes against my body making me shiver and taking away all the traces of sleep or laziness that I still have left.

In less than fifteen minutes, I'm already going through my wardrobe. I grab a white button"up shirt and a graphite red skirt and then put them on over the black lingerie. We wear medium heels in almost the same shade as the skirt. I do a ponytail on top of my head and apply light makeup. I grab my belongings, not even touching the breakfast left for me, and hurry downstairs. I was in such a hurry that I don't know how I didn't trip and get drunk on the floor.

I grab the keys from the table in the living room and go out the door, locking it right away. I walk in long strides to the taxi rank that is a few meters from my residence, and I enter the first one I see. A gentleman is in front of the steering wheel, he looks at me with his dark eyes through the rearview mirror and when I say the address, we leave.

The streets are very busy, as there are always plenty of vehicles on the streets. People walk in a hurry to fulfill their commitments and barely stop to observe the sun that illuminates this beautiful Thursday morning.

I check the time on my phone and it's almost forty minutes late, I know I'm going to get a good scolding and rightly so. I've always been a punctual employee, so you can imagine how this second delay in a row is messing with me. I sigh in frustration when I notice that the taxi has stopped and there is a huge line of other cars parked in front of us. You Must be kidding. I'm several minutes late, and I'm still at least a fifteen"minute drive from the office.

I roll down the window when I see a policeman approaching, so I take the opportunity to inform myself.

"Excuse me,  Good morning. "I call him.

"Good morning. "He says as he approaches.

"Excuse me, but what's the reason for the traffic? "I ask.

"A truck loaded with cleaning products overturned. "Explain carefully.

"Someone got hurt?. "I ask.

"No, but it will take a while for us to clear the track. "Warn. "About an hour to get the truck out and do all the cleaning.

"Damn it. I'm very late and very screwed. " I complain low. "Okay, thanks. "I appreciate seeing him turn his back on me after a slight nod.

I go over my options — which aren't many — and then jump out of the cab after giving the driver a few notes. My black purse is slung over my right shoulder and my cell phone is in my left hand. And there I am running through the busy streets trying not to bump into anyone. I have a strange feeling of dejavu.

Ten minutes of hurried walking later, and I'm already feeling insanely hot. I'm grateful I kept my hair up or now it would have been completely disheveled and untidy looking. My phone vibrates in my hand, signaling a new call from Geneva.

"I know, I'm late. " I say in a hurry and panting when answering.

" You're more than just late. It's a full hour. "She talks like I don't know.

"I know. Mr. Winters looks very angry. "I ask without even disguising the fear in my voice. I look both ways at an intersection and cross the street in a hurry.

"Every five minutes he comes to ask if you've arrived, and every time I give a negative answer, the frown on his face increases. Girl, you're in trouble. "She says.

"Great, now I'm much calmer, thank you. " The sarcasm in my voice was almost palpable. "When he goes to ask again, tell him I'm on my way. "I ask.

"He is well. Try to come faster. "She asks. Sometimes Geneva was too obvious.

After saying goodbye, I hurry up even more and finally manage to arrive at the company. I greet the doorman and run to the empty elevator. I fumble in my purse and find a handkerchief, use it to wipe the sweat on my forehead and the back of my neck. I'm still panting when the doors to the metal box open and boom! I come face to face with Mr. Adam Winters.

"MS. Porter. At last. "He says calmly but I know he must be imagining himself hanging me. Bad thing to imagine because it gave me a slight excitement. This is not the time to get turned on, woman! Focus.

"Forgiveness. " I clear my throat. " I have a good justification for my delay. " I say hastily.

"I'd love to hear it. Follow me to my room. "He says in a firm voice. I get out of the elevator and walk towards the door of his office, but before that, I wave to Geneva who moves her lips in a "good luck!". Mr Winters opens the door for me and I enter. His desk is organized, as usual. I take a seat in one of the available armchairs and wait for him to sit across from me across the table. My purse is on my lap and I tap the tips of my fingernails on its leather fabric. I'm nervous, mostly because every time he moves those lips, I remember them between my legs. Again the feeling of excitement. I just don't know how to react, maybe because I don't know how to react after having sex with your boss. Will things continue as they were? Shall we go out more often? Will it be a strange climate forever like this one?.

"It's your second delay this week. As far as I know, he's never been late before. Is there something going on?. "He asks calmly.

"No. There were two separate occasions. Yesterday because of an incident with the Uber I was on and today because of... " I pause. I wanted to say: why did we have sex so badly last night, I got tired and missed the schedule. But I hold back. "I woke up late. " I just say. "It won't happen again, I'll police myself more.

"All good. "He says. "I hope it doesn't happen again I like her work and would hate to fire her.

"Dismiss?. "My surprise makes me force a laugh but when I see his face, I stop immediately. "You won't need to fire me because I won't be late again. "Guaranteed.

"I expect. "He says and all his attention turns to the computer screen in front of him.

"Can I go to my room? "I ask.

"Yes, close the door when you leave, please. " Ask without even looking at me.

"Excuse me. " I get up and walk out closing the door behind me.

Yeah, he's really going to pretend last night didn't happen.

I sigh in a mixture of relief and mild annoyance, and I notice Geneva staring at me curiously.

"And there?. "She asks when I approach.

"Nothing much, just Mr. Winters pulling a...well, himself! "I complain rolling my eyes which makes Geneva smile. "I'm going to my room, see you at lunch. " I warn and run to my room.