My Boss and I - My Boss and I - Chapter 25

Chapter 25

When a guy asks a girl to come up to his apartment, it usually meant a certain thing. I couldn’t even believe I had said yes, and now we were heading there; I was extremely nervous. I couldn’t even remember my first time as a girl, and now I was about to do it again? However, this time wasn’t just with anyone, it was with my boss. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my mouth was dry, and my hands were sweaty.

We ended up parking in the private parking garage of an apartment. It even had its own security detail. The building itself had a rustic feel, like one of those olden day posh hotels, except that all the amenities felt new. This area also had security, but Mr. Conner only needed to smile and flash his card before the man nodded him in. We went to the elevator which had a bellhop who pushed the button. This was something I could have lived without because he gave us a knowing grin.

A man and woman dressed up to be on a fine date were going up to the man’s room. It was pretty clear what the bellhop was thinking. I held Mr. Conner’s arm closer, trying to hide the large blush forming on my face. I was uneasy about what was coming, but I refused to run away either.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, but the elevator doors didn’t open. Instead, Mr. Conner pulled out a key and turned it. Only then did the elevator door open. The bellhop smiled and stepped back as the pair of us walked out of the elevator. I realized the reason the top floor was key-locked was that the top floor was his apartment. It let out directly into his massive suite.

“How rich are you?” I let out a breath before I could stop myself.

“The store is just a project of mine to pass the time. Most of my money is in real estate and stocks.” He admitted awkwardly, turning to me. “How about I make us some coffee? What do you want? Expresso? Latte? I have an entire barista’s bar in the kitchen.”

“Oh… um… I guess I’ll take a cappuccino?”

“Good choice.” He smiled. “Come, sit down, I’ll go get it ready.”

He walked off, and I nervously pulled my coat off, finding my way to his luxurious couch. The television was facing a fireplace and a wall. I wondered to myself if there was some kind of television hidden in the wall if you clicked a button. It was the kind of thing I expected from this kind of place.

I could hear the machine running in the other room. It did sound like a Starbucks. I let out a sigh, trying to relax my shoulders, but no matter what I did, I didn’t seem to be able to relax. Another minute later, Mr. Conner came out with two cups of steaming drink. I took one carefully as he sat down next to me. I then blew on it carefully, letting the warmth of the cup warm my hands, which despite feeling clammy, also felt cold. At least, with the hot drink, I could blame condensation.

The pair of us sat in silence for a few minutes as we drank silently. I found the cappuccino was surprisingly good, and probably better than most of the store-bought brands.

“Mr. –“

“Jord-“ He had started to speak at the same time, just as suddenly.

“Yes?” I asked.

“No, you first.”

“Oh… I was just saying the cappuccino is good.” I blushed. “What were you going to say?”

“I… was going to ask if the cappuccino was good,” His voice lowered and he laughed awkwardly.

I laughed softly as well, taking another sip. “You’re not as smooth with the ladies as I thought you’d be.”

He glanced up at me in surprise. “Did you think I’d be smooth?”

I coughed, realizing what I had said and immediately regretting it. “I mean… um…”

He let out another laugh. “I’m just teasing you. I’m well aware of the reputation I have at work. I also know a lot of girls think I must be gay. I usually let them believe that because it means I get hit on a lot less.”

“You get hit on a lot?”

“More than I’d like. Women I’m usually not interested in.”

I felt nervous again, but I still found myself saying the next words. “What about me?”

“I’m interested.”

I let out a long breath, making it look like I was blowing steam from the cappuccino, even though the cappuccino didn’t have any more steam. “Why?”

“Do you need a reason to just like someone?”

“Yes.”

He laughed again, and then turned to me, smiling. “Okay, I like how you can be direct. I like how you’re both very intelligent, but also seem to lack common sense in cute ways. I like how you’re uncomfortable with my rich lifestyle, yet seem to be interested in me despite that. That’s an important one. Most women just want to take advantage of what I offer, but it’s clear to me that you don’t. But most of all, I like you for you. I like you for the person that you are, and nothing mor-”

Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and kissed him, one hand putting the cappuccino down on the coffee table, and the other resting on his knee. Our kissing grew more impassioned, and soon our clothing started to come off.