After returning from my lunch break, I had been in my office for some time. There were many documents to review, sign, and important tasks to handle that day.
I paced in circles in my office while reading some random news on my phone, taking a break from work. Suddenly, I remembered the small woman's lips. Mia continued to distract me. This situation needed to be resolved, or I would end up going crazy.
I was intrigued for a few days as I remembered the intrusive woman kissing Mia. Mia was so mysterious that it was hard to know what she was thinking when she entered my office. Her facial expression never changed. She was always in a good mood. It was incredible.
I put my phone in my suit pocket and then I heard a knock on the door. I hoped it was my beautiful secretary. I needed to see her, even if just for two minutes.
"Come in!" I said and waited for the person to enter.
Mia.
I was lucky or maybe my thought was so specific and desired that it came true.
She came in holding two coffees in her hands and closed the door with a slight nudge of her elbow. I saw that even though she had a happy expression, her eyes were somewhat sad. I didn't usually notice these things in people, but it seemed like she was an exception now.
Mia stopped a step away from me and handed me one of the coffees without saying anything. Well, I would have to accept it. I would accept anything she wanted to give me.
I observed what I had in my hands for a moment, buying time next to her. I had to use strategies.
"It's coffee without sugar, miss," Mia said, and I looked at her. "Miranda told me you prefer it that way after I brought you coffee with sugar that day."
"Hmm... that gossipmonger," I said, and I saw her struggle to not smile, though she didn't. A genuine smile from her would improve my day, even though maybe she wasn't doing well.
Maybe I needed to ask, because it was nothing unusual for a boss to be concerned about their employees. If they were in poor health, they wouldn't be able to do their job properly.
"But then... have you already had lunch?"
"Yes. I just got back and decided to buy you a coffee since you're quite busy today."
"I wasn't thinking of having coffee, but since you brought it... I'll drink it."
"Ok... I'll go back to work now."
"Are you very busy today?" I asked and walked to my sofa.
"Not really."
"Perfect," I said, sitting in the middle of the sofa.
"Huh?"
I thought of something as she looked at me confused. The strategies were about to come into play.
"Miss," she called me, and I looked at her with my head slightly tilted. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm thinking about something."
"Oh... I see. I'll get back to work."
"No!" I said seriously, and Mia slowly looked away. "I want you to use my computer to work."
"Do you want me to work here in your office?" Now I had her attention again. She was nervous.
"Yes, but... just for today."
"And why do I have to do that?"
"Because I want to watch you work!"
"Um... huh?"
"I want to see how you work."
"But..."
"May I?"
"Oh... sure," she accepted, but with some hesitation.
"Great... now sit in the chair, call Miranda, and ask her to transfer calls to the phone on my desk. Use the computer, and if you have any questions, I'll be here to answer them."
"As you wish, miss."
"I don't want to hear anything other than the calls and the sound of the keyboard. I want silence in my office. Except for your questions... don't say anything."
"Okay."
"Start."
So, Mia did as I ordered. There were some calls, and the keyboard made the necessary noise. Amidst it all, I simply watched her silently. As she was focused, she looked at me a few times, and every time, I made sure she saw me observing her and all her movements.
Mia seemed perfect in everything.
In a moment of the day, I saw that her breathing had become irregular and she lost some of her concentration. But she didn't ask me any questions. And how I wanted to answer her questions.
I got up from the couch when I saw that it was already 7:50 in the evening and Mia looked at me and then looked away, repeating the action several times. It was clear that she was uncomfortable.
As I walked through the room, I saw Mia massaging her neck and taking deep breaths. That small detail caught my attention. Work had made her tired. I guess I had looked at her too much, but no, there was no need for such exaggeration.
Approaching the desk with the intention of doing something, Mia immediately stood up as if I were a ghost. I stopped and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Uh... nothing " her voice trembled."
"If it's nothing, then... sit down!"
"Okay." she sat down and continued working on the computer while looking at me at the same time.
I walked slowly until I stood beside her and saw that she was closing a folder on the computer.
As she did that, I noticed that she started trembling with one leg and one hand on the keyboard due to nervousness. She could have a breakdown any moment.
Yes, my strategy was working.
I walked behind the chair and saw her continue trembling, so I gently touched her shoulders with both hands and felt her shiver.
Mia put the computer aside after a moment since I started massaging her shoulders and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm relieving your tension... I noticed that you're a little tired and nervous."
I continued massaging her shoulders and she held my hands, stopping me from continuing.
"This... this is not right, Miss." her voice trembled "you can't touch me this way."
"Why are you scared?" I whispered in her ear.
"You're my boss and it's not right."
"Are you afraid someone will see us... is that it?"
"Yes, Miss."
"You shouldn't be afraid."
Mia swallowed hard and I let go of her hands.
"If you don't mind... please, let me go." she said, still seated, "please?
"You can go." I said, grabbing her wrist and lifting her from the chair.
"Thank you, Miss Hannah."
"You're welcome... but before you go... can you answer me something?"
"Of course." I see that she's still tense, but she gives a slight sideways smile.
"Why do you get so nervous when I approach?"
"I... I..." she says while maintaining eye contact with me, "I don't know.
"Okay... but I want you to know that I don't bite." I release her wrist, "And also that I... like looking at you."
"Oh... I..." she doesn't know how to react, "I need to go now."
"That's okay... I hope to see you tomorrow."
"I'll be here... Have a good night."
"Likewise."
Then I see her leaving...
I keep reminiscing about how I touched her shoulders. And that attempt could be considered the first. I would try again. I'm not one to give up so easily.
Wednesday...
I return from lunch and I happen to run into Mia and Miranda on the way to the elevator, where the three of us enter. I stay behind them while they maintain professionalism, but my eyes are fixed on the small woman in the black dress. We're both wearing black. I wear black clothing every day, so it's become a habit of mine.
Mia was late again. I found out about this new mistake through Miranda. Miranda is truly a sweetheart.
Still in the elevator, I tell Mia that I want her in my office, something she quickly agrees to. It's not nice to not give explanations when you're clearly failing at your job. A private conversation will make her more attentive.
Knock knock knock...
Mia knocks on the door and enters right after. I stop cracking my fingers. I was trying to relieve a sudden pain in my hand.
She comes to my desk, saying:
"Yes, Miss?"
She had that sadness in her eyes again. She was going through some problem. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
I rise from my chair, walk around the table, and stop beside her, looking over her entire body without hesitation. I wanted her to see how much I desired her. It was obvious that she was already aware of my intentions, as she clasped her hands together and lowered her head.
"What do you want from me, miss?" she breaks the silence between us, but not my concentration.
"I want you," I thought, "oh, how I want you."
"I want to talk about your lateness today... it's the third time you've been late."
"I apologize for my negligence."
"I'll consider it," then she glances at me, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Did you only call me here to tell me that?"
"Um... technically... yes," I begin to drum my fingers on my desk and she focuses on them.
"Well then..." she meets my gaze, "should I leave you alone to think about whether or not you'll forgive me?"
"I do not allow you to leave!"
Mia's eyes fill with fear and I bite my lip, watching her apprehension. After holding onto her waist, I gently push her against the table so as not to hurt her. She couldn't do anything to get away from me. She was clearly nervous now, while I was filled with desires and thoughts.
I position myself in front of her and scan her entire body with my eyes.
I decide to touch her shoulder and do so, moving to the other shoulder and then slowly trailing down between her breasts. I feel how fast her heart is racing and her breaths. On the outside, she may not clearly show her imbalance, but her insides can't lie. I glide down to her abdomen and then return to the center of her breasts.
Suddenly, Mia grabs my hand and we gaze at each other deeply. Her gaze is so penetrating. Then I try to move my hand, but she stops me.
"I think it's best to stop here, Miss Hannah."
I ignore her words and touch her face with my other hand. I gently stroke it for a few seconds and she simply receives my touch in silence. Until...
"Miss... please don't do this."
"I'm just feeling how soft your skin is."
This time, I touch her lower lip with my thumb and lock gazes with her for a moment. I bite my lip as if I can feel hers on mine. And then she says:
"Stop... please," she pleads, running her tongue over her lips, "please?"
"Alright," I say, swallowing my desire to kiss her, and she releases me. She felt desire for me, just by licking her lips, that's apparent " you know how to give hand massages?
"Huh?"
She almost smiles. I don't even know why I asked that. Well, at least it eased the tension I caused. She seems more comfortable now that I'm no longer touching her.
"I need a massage on one of my hands... Can you massage it for me?"
She thinks for a moment. She's definitely trying to decide whether to accept or return to her work. I think her choice at this moment would be to be far away from me.
"Alright... I'll do it."
"Then start."
"Which hand?"
"The right one," I offer her my hand and she begins to do as I asked.
A moment later, when we're near the door, I see her about to leave, but then she turns around and asks:
"Have you forgiven me yet?"
"No!"
"But why not?"
"I'm still thinking... maybe I'll deduct ten percent from your salary or give you a warning."
"Huh?... But..."
"You have no right to complain, Miss Lancaster. You haven't shown any reason for your lateness... I need to know the reasons and only then can I consider your situation."
Mia looks at the ground thoughtfully.
Why does this seem so difficult to answer? Why won't she just tell me what she's hiding?
"I'm sorry, Miss, but... I won't tell you the reason."
Mia opens the door and leaves, cutting off my words.
I wanted to continue that conversation, but it seems I won't be able to. And as for the ten percent deduction from her salary or the warning, it was only a small threat to try and uncover some secret of hers. Mission not accomplished. However, I achieved another one of my attempts. I touched her.
I return to work at my desk so as not to lose track of time, as I think I will sleep a lot when I lay on my bed. I do not intend to have fun because, after all, I do not have the energy for it.
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