Chapter 11
I tossed and turned all night. I replayed what happened in my head over and over.
I tortured myself with how good it felt to touch him.
How good he smelled. How good he tasted.
I thought about what it would have been like to have taken things further with him.
My cock was rock hard and throbbed in need of attention, but it felt pathetic to help myself out like that when he wasn’t there, when he had walked away.
He had rejected me. Things had been going so well.
He had kissed me back. When he pressed his body against mine, it certainly felt like he was enjoying it just as much as I was.
I didn’t understand what happened. One minute lust had a passionate hold over both of us, and then, suddenly, he was off the sofa, pulling himself back together, and running out the door as fast as his damn legs would carry him.
I replayed every moment. Had I overstepped a boundary? Had I moved too fast for him? Had I almost discovered he had the ugliest cock on the planet?
I thought about asking my sister for advice, but quickly dismissed the idea. I wasn’t sure I could stick the fact that she would take the piss and pass remarks on my technique.
I finally decided that perhaps I should just take it as a sign from the universe that it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe I was better off without the prospect of a potential sexual harassment lawsuit looming over me.
I finally settled myself into a restless sleep, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this was karma paying me back for not standing up to my father and being open and honest about everything in my life publicly.
* * *
My coffee and muffin were on my desk when I arrived in late, but Ellis was nowhere to be seen.
My heart sank. I had all but convinced myself to tell him it was a mistake and I was sorry, but there was still that part of me that wanted him to say sorry about what happened and explain.
I guessed that wasn’t about to happen. I resigned myself to my fate and got stuck into my work.
I’d apologise for overstepping the boss/employee line with him later.
It was about twenty minutes later that there was finally a knock at my door, and Ellis appeared around it. “Your daily schedule?”
“Yes, come on in, and close the door.”
He nodded and did as asked.
“Look,” I started, “before we start, I just wanted to say sorry about last night.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about…” he interrupted, but I didn’t want to hear the platitudes. I didn’t want it to be some awkward bullshit.
“No, just let me say this.”
“But, I…”
“Please!” I insisted. There was nothing he could possibly say that would make me feel any better about all this.
“I’m sorry about what happened last night.
I really don’t know what came over me. I am your employer and you are my employee.
That is a line that should never be crossed, and I very much overstepped it last night.
I would like to apologise, and I understand completely if you wish to file a complaint with HR about it.
Hell, you are perfectly within your rights to take me to a tribunal for sexual harassment.
” I couldn’t look at him. My resolve would break, I would beg him to give me another chance, and my career and business would be in ruins.
No matter what I wanted, I wouldn’t let anything happen to the company that had been in my family for so long.
“Okay,” he replied flatly. “Although, I want you to know that I will not be taking it to HR or any tribunal.”
I glanced up at him. His eyes were cold, his face emotionless. “Thank you.” I cleared my throat. “Now, can we get back to normal?”
“Sure,” he mumbled, and started to go through the diary for the day ahead.