Episode 14

...Anne Louize...

After a while, they dropped me off at my house. After a nice hot bath, all I wanted was my bed, and I slept like a rock.

The weekend flew by, and my work week began. As usual, I arrived fifteen minutes early. I like to arrive early because you never know what might happen, so better early than late.

I was in my office, sitting at my desk making some important calls that Amara had asked me to make earlier. Suddenly, I hear some strange noises coming from Mr. Johnson's office. I didn't pay much attention and went back to work. Amara had told me that Hunter was traveling and would only be back on Tuesday.

But it was impossible to concentrate. The noise was getting louder and louder. I didn't understand what was going on. I wondered if some hooligan had broken into the president's office to, you know, fornicate in broad daylight. Who would be so audacious?

Out of curiosity, I got up and walked towards my boss's office. The door wasn't wide open, just closed. My goodness! I stood there still, and when I peeked through the crack in the door, I saw a naked woman on my boss's desk from afar. A blonde, delirious with pleasure. And standing, doing all the dirty work, was none other than my boss.

My jaw dropped when I saw that scene. "What a creep! Only my boss would do something so absurd! But wasn't this jerk supposed to be out of town?!"

His hair was messy, his suit jacket was open, his tie was all messed up, and I didn't even know where his pants were. I could perfectly see his entire sculpted and beautiful body. I suddenly felt a wave of heat, and for a long second, I wanted to be that blonde. Instead of running away from the crime scene without warning, I gasped.

He saw me. He looked straight into my eyes and gave me his most mischievous smile. He rushed out from behind her, and I went to the bathroom. I could hear the door slamming in the distance.

Oh my God, how embarrassing! He saw me watching him going at it with the blonde. I can't even imagine what he's thinking of me now.

In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, trying to catch my breath. I touched up my makeup. How am I going to face that scoundrel boss of mine now? Oh, the shame!

I controlled my breathing and went back to my office. Everything was quiet there. A few minutes later, the door to Johnson's office opened. The woman came out, adjusting her dress and smacking her lips as she fixed her lipstick.

She walked past me and gave me a disdainful look. A very beautiful woman; I'd say she's a model. I don't even care what she is to Johnson. After all, it's their life, not mine.