5. Dot
DOT
Tuesday morning comes and with it, a slight headache.
Probably too many margaritas. But I needed that girls night desperately. Chatting with my best friend made me feel better about this whole situation.
Sure, I’m in some trouble now. But William is the best defense lawyer in Texas for a reason.
I’ve seen him get his clients out of much worse situations than mine.
I’m sure this will be resolved soon. And as Katie pointed out, the whole town knows that Heather is a nasty person.
Nobody will fault me if they hear about what happened.
In Katie’s words: “Girl, you’ll probably be sent flowers and thank you cards. You’re not the only one who would like to give Heather a piece of your mind. You're just the first person to actually do it. You’re a Wild Bronco hero.”
I don’t know about being a hero…but this definitely put things in perspective, and helped me let go of the shame and guilt I’ve been dealing with since that night.
Except, of course, when it comes to William. I still feel embarrassed when I think about how I called him for help. The way he got me out of jail that night, and how I had to relay the whole embarrassing situation to him so that he can defend me.
Ugh!
But at least I only have to keep this job for a couple more months.
Then I can say goodbye to him, forgetting this whole legal mess as well as my crush on him.
No matter what Katie says, I definitely will not be asking William out after I quit working for him. I don’t need any more embarrassment than I’ve already suffered from. It would be so awkward.
Nope. Things are much better if I hold our professional boundaries firm.
I walk into the office at my usual time today, meaning William is already here. Rhonda, our paralegal, is out of office today. And Zachary, the law student that William took under his wing, completed his internship last week and is back at SMU for the fall semester.
This means it’s just me and William in the office for today.
The Law Office of William Lewis is a small but luxurious place located in downtown Wild Bronco, at the heart of everything.
The courthouse is not far from here, making filing paperwork easy, and my favorite coffeeshop Fiction & Foam isn’t far either.
Today I’ve bought a cinnamon roll latte for myself, as well as a black coffee for William.
I’m not quite in full butt-kissing mode anymore like yesterday. But I still want to show him my appreciation for defending me. Whether it’s a big deal to him or not, it does mean something to me.
I put my things down on my desk in the reception area. Out here is where Rhonda and I sit. Beyond our desks there’s a little lobby with leather sofas and bookshelves, plaques with William’s awards and qualifications displayed beside them.
William could practice law anywhere in the world, with the reputation he’s earned for himself. He could also charge much, much more than he does.
But for some reason, he stays in Wild Bronco, the same place he grew up.
I always thought people like William – talented, worldly, and “fancy” for lack of any better word – wanted to leave their little hometowns and never come back. William left Wild Bronco for a while, earning his education at fancy Ivy League schools on a full ride scholarship.
After graduation, he had his pick of opportunities at the best law firms. But instead, he returned here. Opened up his private practice. And he’s been here ever since.
After depositing my coffee and bag on my desk, I walk to the back where William’s enclosed office is. It’s got fogged glass windows, so I’m always able to see where he is back there. But never quite what he’s doing, or what the expression on his face is.
This is good, because it reduces any temptation I have to stare at him. Without that fogged glass, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have survived my first week on the job. My crush on my boss was so debilitating and all-consuming back then.
I open William’s door, and then freeze in the doorframe.
He looks terrible.
As terrible as a guy as hot as William can ever look, anyways.
Even on his worst day, I think he’s a ten.
Today is no different. But I can’t help but notice the pronounced shadows under his eyes.
The stubble around his usually well-groomed, neatly-trimmed beard.
And his hair. His jet black hair is ruffled and ungelled, sticking out in odd directions in the back like he just rolled out of bed.
He’s wearing his usual button down shirt without a tie, but it’s not buttoned to the throat as it normally would be, leaving three inches of chest exposed at the top. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow and the shirt, overall, looks wrinkled. Like it was pulled from a laundry hamper this morning.
While I’m certainly not complaining about seeing all of this extra skin, I’m concerned immediately.
“Are you okay?” I gasp, setting his coffee down. His head is in his hands, fingers raked through his hair. He glances up at the coffee, then at me. Those icy blue eyes look wild. A little unhinged, a little panicked.
My first thought is that something terrible must have happened.
“I received your gift yesterday,” he says. His voice is raw and hoarse.
“Oh,” I say, remembering the Edible Arrangement that I had delivered to his home. “Right. Um…did you like it? Was something wrong with it?”
He looks at me like I’ve gone insane.
“Of course I fucking liked it,” he says with emphasis. “How could I not?”
Wow.
I expected a polite thanks at most from my boss when I placed the order online yesterday.
I also expected that my health-nut boss would probably discard half of it in the trash immediately.
You know, since all of that chocolate covered fruit contains more sugar than he allows himself to consume in a calendar year.
But still, it felt like sending him a thank you gift would be a nice gesture.
“Well…good. I’m just trying to say thank you,” I say awkwardly.
William rises from his desk, coming around and approaching me.
I back away a few steps, but he doesn’t stop coming towards me until I’ve backed all the way into one of his shelves of leather bound reference books.
My butt hits the shelves and I gasp when William closes the remaining distance between us, pressing the front of his hips against my stomach.
He’s hard.
My boss is pressing his rock hard erection against me.
What the hell is happening?
His large, warm hands grip my hips, pressing us even closer together. My heart is beating one million beats per minute now. It’s like the stuff of my dirtiest dreams, the smuttiest things I’ve ever hoped for in my years of crushing on my boss, are happening.
A literal dream coming true.
“I told you,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to keep thanking me. But if you insist on giving me a gift like that, I’ll accept it every time. I’m too weak to resist the temptation.”
“That’s surprising,” I breathe. “You’re not normally one to indulge.”
“Indulge,” he repeats. “That’s the perfect fucking word, isn’t it? Oh, I indulged , alright.”
One of his hands glides up my side. He lifts his hand, letting the backs of his knuckles graze my breast before cupping my face in his palm.
I am so confused. I want to say something, to ask a question, but the way he’s touching me has caused my brain to basically shut down. I don’t think I could form a sentence right now if my life depended on it.
“I’ve always wanted you, Dot,” he says.
“You have?” I breathe.
His fingers are reaching for my shirt buttons now. I don't take my eyes off his face as he pops them open. One. Two. Three. Four.
“Of course,” he says. “But as your boss, I can’t be the one to make the first move.”
Isn’t that exactly what’s happening, though?
Maybe he finds fruit bouquets erotic. Or…maybe he’s saying he doesn’t mind being the one to make the first move anymore. Maybe being my legal defense has caused him to see me in a new light. Learning about my long-standing feud with some mean girl from high school. And about my boudoir business.
That’s got to be it. He’s seen me in a new light!
I’m not just his assistant anymore. He sees me as a whole woman. A woman with a rich life outside of these four walls.
“I’ve always wanted this too,” I say. “I just never thought that you would be... that you would look at me in this way.”
“Oh, I’ve looked at you, all right,” he replies darkly. “And now I want to see it for myself, in real life.”
I don’t know what he means, but then his mouth is on my throat, and my brain shuts off again – this time for good.
For years, just looking directly at my boss was enough to make me forget my own name.
Now I’m being touched by him and it’s more than I can handle.
I don’t have the ability to think about how crazy or sudden this is.
Maybe I should slow down and demand explanations for my many questions.
But…all I can think about are the sensations he’s causing to radiate through my body.
My nipples are hard, erect against the lace of the bra I picked out this morning. A bra that he is very much able to see right now, thanks to unbuttoning my blouse.
I’m standing here, pressed between my boss and the bookcase, shirt open, skirt hiked up as his hand wanders up my bare leg. His fingers trace my inner thigh upwards until they find my underwear, pushing it aside and then pressing two fingertips against my soaking wet clit.
“You’re ready for me,” he growls in my ear. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
Yes. Yes I am. I’m soaked and my pussy is begging for more. His hands stroke my folds and draw rough circles around my clitoris but it’s not enough. I need him inside of me. I need to feel his cock stretching me.
“More,” I beg.
He backs up for a moment, looking at me with that same wild, unhinged expression in his pale blue eyes. Like he can’t quite believe I’m real.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need it now.”
He shakes his head in bewilderment but doesn’t make me ask again.
Hiking my skirt up, he fists my underwear in his hands and pulls abruptly.
I hear the fabric tear and then the cool air hit me between the thighs, my damp desire adding to the sensation.
He tosses my ruined underwear on his desk behind him and I stare at it while he backs me into the shelves again, this time gripping my thighs and lifting me clear off the ground.
If I were in my right mind at all at the moment, I might insist he put me down. Don’t lift me! I’m too heavy! I might protest. But I don’t, I can’t, because I’m not in my right mind. I’m not able to translate thought to spoken word and even if I could, I don’t want him to stop.
He lifts me easily, like I’m no heavier in his arms than a stack of books or a bag of groceries.
The way he slams me into the shelves makes the books rattle.
One of them falls. We ignore it. No time.
Who cares? We can clean up later. Or maybe we won’t.
Maybe we’ll just do this all day long, locking the doors and lowering the blinds so nobody can see.
I don’t see his cock but I feel it at my entrance when he unzips his pants. The head brushes against my clit for a moment and then it ventures lower, slipping inside of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” William grunts. “I knew you’d feel this good, Dot. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. I knew if I ever got the chance to get you naked in my office…”
How long has he been thinking about sleeping with me? I wonder.
Could it be that I’ve been wrong all along? Every verbal spar, every exchange of sarcastic, biting words…was he turned on? Has he wanted me, all along?
I can’t think straight. I’ll sort it out later, because right now I just want him to fuck me again and again. I say please two or three or four more times, I think, and with every time I say the word, William gets a little rougher, a little wilder.
I wrap my arms around his neck, cradled between him and the bookshelf. He bites my nipples through the lace of my bra. I scream.
He sinks his cock into me, all the way, then stays like that and grinds against me, letting the pubic hair above his cock graze my sensitive clit again and again, up and down, side to side. I grind back against him, knowing that I am only seconds away from release.
When I come, I scream so loudly that William clamps a hand over my mouth.
At the same time, he kisses my neck. I feel his hot tongue sweep over my collar bone.
A hand gropes my breast roughly, the thumb flicking my nipple.
My orgasm lasts forever, exhausting every inch of my body, my limbs going limp.
If it weren’t for William’s immense strength, I’d fall to the floor right now.
Without pulling out of me, he brings me to his desk, throwing me down on top of the paperwork.
His hands pull the cups of my bra down. He grabs my tits in his hands and begins pumping his hips harder than ever before.
Hard, rough, needful, primal. I watch with hazy vision, gasping for air, still quivering from my climax.
His blue eyes aren’t cold right now. No. They’re on fire .
The legs of his desk scrape against the floor with every powerful thrust. His hips collide loudly with my inner thighs. I think he’s close to finishing when he abruptly pulls out, coming round the desk and pumping his cock over my chest.
And then it happens.
My boss – the same boss ten years my senior who, until today, I was sure would never look at me in this way – comes all over my breasts.