My Boss and I - My Boss and I – Chapter 23-24

Chapter 23

“Seriously?”

“Yeah?”

“A hotdog stand?”

“You have a problem with hotdog stands?”

“No… it’s just… I’ve never tried taking a date to one.”

We had pulled to the side of the road where I had led him, and that ended up being near a small hoddog stand. Mr. Conner didn’t know where I was taking him when he got out of the car, but as I grabbed his hand and started taking him toward the stand, he ended up saying something.

I giggled as I gave his arm another tug. “Well, have you ever gotten kicked out of a restaurant before?”

“On a date before today? No…”

“And have you ever seen someone get kicked out of a hotdog stand?” I grinned. “Wait! What do you mean on a date? Are you saying you got kicked out of a restaurant when you weren’t on a date?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You’re thinking it though, I can see it in your eyes!” I spun around and stood in front of him.

“It’s not true!”

My hands were on my hips and I was glaring at him with narrow eyes. He stiffened at that look, and didn’t meet my eyes back. That was proof he was lying!

“What happened?” I demanded.

He let out an awkward chuckle. “It was in college. Too much alcohol was involved. It’s not my proudest moment.”

“I never realized Mr. Conner is such a bad boy.”

“It’s Drake, remember? Wait, a bad boy? I didn’t even mention the time I was arrested and I’m already a bad boy.”

“You were arrested!”

“Ah, damn, you got me!” He gave a mischievous look.

“Were you or not! You can’t toy with me!”

“Why? You look so cute when I toy with you.”

I blushed, dropping my arms and turning around. “That’s… I’m not cute.”

He reached out and grabbed my arms from behind. He stepped close to me, and I could feel the warmth of his tall body behind me and the strength of his hands on my thin arms.

“Why do you always get so distant like that when someone calls you cute or beautiful.”

“Because…” I stopped.

I didn’t know how to respond to him. I was a man only some time before, and being seen as cute or beautiful made me feel a bit happy, which made me feel like I was becoming less of a man. My heart quickened every time he complimented me, and I felt like I was losing myself. I had started this out merely as a way to see if I could get a free dinner. Maybe I’d see my boss in an embarrassing position or learn some dirt on him. However, my opinion on him was changing. I could feel myself becoming more enraptured in this… this… illusion.

I could play at being a girl, but I had to remember, in a month’s time, I would become a man again. What then? Could I continue to have feelings for my boss? Would he return those feelings? Hell, did he even have those feelings now? I could be misconstruing flirtation for something more. As a guy, I always pushed even a slight interest as far is it could go, scoring with women even if they didn’t like me all that much. Now, I couldn’t stand to find out if his feelings for me weren’t genuine.

He had only known me for a few days, but I had known him much longer. I had worked for him for years. I’ve been to dozens of meetings with him. I’ve even been to retreats and seminars. I suppose, all it took was becoming a girl for me to accept a handsome, rich store-owner. However, what did I bring him? Even if I wanted to be proud of my looks, they were all done by that goddess woman, so they weren’t really me.

“Please, let go.” I said, my voice suddenly filling with emotions.

He suddenly leaned close, so that when he spoke, I could feel his breath across my ear. “If I don’t, would I be a bad boy then?”

I felt myself leaning back, tilting my head to the side. He stared to lower his. One of my hands went up and grabbed the back of his head, and he started to lower it to my neck. My resistance really was breaking down with ease. I wanted him to do any manner of bad things to me!

Chapter 24

“H-hot dogs!” I called out.

His lips were just brushing my neck when I just managed to come to my senses, mostly because I saw the fat hotdog vender watching us with a perverted expression on his face. It sucked enough romance out of the moment that I was able to pull away.

“Hot dogs?” He blinked, also seemingly having been lost in the moment.

“You owe me sausage!” I declared triumphantly, spinning back to him.

He raised an eyebrow, causing me to blush.

“A polish sausage, I mean.”

“I only have Italian…” He gave a devilish smirk that was frankly beautiful.

I spun around. “Don’t think I’m easy, Mr. Conner.”

The smile slipped from his lips and he stepped next to me, keeping his distance. “I don’t think that…”

“Yeah…” I tried to turn away again, but he grabbed my arm and I looked back in surprise.

“I don’t…” His expression was completely serious. “I’m sorry if I misread the moment.”

I immediately felt bad. I was the one who ruined the moment, because I was afraid of losing control. I took a breath and shook my head.

“You didn’t.” I reached out and grabbed his arm. “Your only fault is not respecting a girl’s sausage.”

He let out a laugh. “Well, I’ll never disrespect your sausage again. Polish, right?”

He held up his hand and showed two fingers. The man at the stand nodded and started to fish out two polish sausages from his cooker. It was getting dark out, and a little chilly. I held on tightly to Mr. Conner. He was warm, and comforting. When the old man handed me the Polish Sausage, he gave me a wink. I only stared back flatly, causing his mood to dampen.

“Th-thank you.” I curled up more tightly against Mr. Conner.

I didn’t want to be rude, but I didn’t want to give him any ideas either. I had enough of those. My words seemed to be enough to return his smile, and he handed the second dog to Mr. Conner. I ate mine without any toppings, but Mr. Conner seemed to load his up with everything under the sun. As I watched him, he seemed to notice and glanced up.

“What?”

“Nothing… just… a lot of toppings… can you even taste the sausage?”

“It’s better value!” he declared triumphantly. “I mean, you get just a sausage, and who is to say you’ll be full? But with ketchup, mustard, onions, and sauerkraut, now you’re getting a full meal.”

“Whatever you say…” I smirked. “it’s your suit. Just try to take a bite out of that thing and not get any on your clothing.”

“Ah!” His expression dropped as he looked down at the fully loaded hotdog before him.

I watched as his eyes danced to the napkin.

“And yes…” I added casually as I lifted my own naked dog to my lips. “If you wear a bib, I will think less of you.”

In the end, he ate half leaning over while I made fun of him. He still ended up with some on his tie. He had a wipe in his pocket though and scrubbed the ketchup out frantically while I laughed.

“I don’t see anymore.” He said.

“You’re still missing a spot.”

“Where?”

“Here…” Before I realized what I was doing, I went to his face and licked a little bit of ketchup he had on his cheek.

I froze as I finished, and the pair of us stood there in front of each other’s arms. At least, at this point, we were back at the car, and he was leaning on the door.

“Do… you want to come to my place?” He asked the words I had hopefully asked dozens of women in my time.

Even more surprising was my answer. “Yes…”