Page 100 of The Boss Upstairs
I’m leaving right this minute, and will do exactly as you ask. I’ll be waiting for you impatiently on your bed. ;)
Yours,
Grasshopper
I attempt to be inconspicuous as I leave the office. Rosetta is engrossed in her work and doesn’t seem to notice.
My heart beats with excitement as I scurry down the office. I pause and remove my pumps. I don’t want Rosetta to hear the click-clack of my heels.
My breath hitches when I finally reach his bedroom, all soothing shades, expensive furnishings and perfect order. I quickly peel off my blouse, and unzip my skirt. I’m giddy as I unhook my bra, and pull down my panties. Finally, I’m as naked as the day I was born.
I grab the fur throw and wrap it around my naked body, and it feels like a dream. I feel guilty for a second, a little unsettled by the fact that I’m wrapped in animal fur. But this throw is not mine. I did not buy it. I didn’t support the fur trade. I’m merely enjoying the feel of it.
I lay down on Weston’s bed, and stare up at the pretty chandelier over top. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations I’m experiencing. I feel alive. And relaxed. I feel so much safer here, in Weston’s bedroom than I did last night in my own room.
I drift off.
