Finn
FINN
Nerves bubbled in my stomach as I pressed the buzzer for Professor Fischer’s door. I was about to meet England’s answer to Aquaman, if social media was anything to go by.
I mean, I had stalked his socials—a lot—not that he posted much. It was mostly pictures of him working: jumping off boats in his scuba gear, or with amazing robots that apparently traversed the ocean floor. It took me hours of searching to find his go-to coffee order so I could wow him with my efficiency, however, he had looked less than impressed.
Although, in just his towel, everything else about him looked more than impressive.
I berated myself for my thoughts as I slipped the bag off my shoulder and dropped it on the kitchen counter, taking out my phone, notebook, and pen, lining them all up perfectly straight as I waited for him.
It didn’t take long for Jasper to appear, dressed in ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and bare feet. God, I was a whore for corded forearms and bare feet, and here he was, flashing me both.
“Is there a reason you’re dressed for a casual brunch with friends?” I questioned, watching as he walked around the counter to throw his cup into the bin.
“I wore a suit yesterday. I can’t be expected to wear one every day.” He turned, pushing his hands into his pockets.
I picked up my phone, flicking to my calendar I’d linked with his late last night when I’d popped into the office to get my bearings before my first day. “You have two meetings today, so you can’t go to work dressed like that.”
He glared at me, and I could feel the tension bouncing off him.
“Yours?” I pointed to the room he’d come out of, the door still wide open.
“Yes, but?—”
“Come with me.”
When he didn’t move, I put my phone back on the counter because the pockets on this outfit were not meant to be used. It ruined the sleek aesthetic I was going for.
“Professor Fischer. You’ve been in the job for one day and I will not let you walk into your second day dressed like you are. Please follow me so I can find you something appropriate that’s not a suit.”
He huffed loudly. “Fine.”
“Excellent.” I moved, and I could sense him behind me, the heady scent of his sandalwood aftershave following me.
“May I?” I stood in front of his wardrobe, waiting for permission.
“Are you always this polite when you’re bossing people around?”
I slid the double doors open. “It costs nothing to have manners.” Flicking through the hangers, I pulled out a couple of things before making my decision. I held out a pair of dark blue jeans. “Your meetings are all virtual, so these are suitable and,” I handed him a v-neck cashmere jumper in cornflower blue, “this is perfect. Put them on while we talk about your day.”
“You’re staying?” He sounded horrified.
I rolled my eyes. “Look, Aquaman, the internet might be in love with you, but you’re not my type.” He totally was my type—tall, toned but not a beefcake, intelligent… in fact, he ticked all the boxes. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I stared at him, reminding myself that I could not go there. He was my boss.
“We’ll come back to why you won’t be calling me Aquaman, but I’m not getting changed with you watching.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, instantly regretting wearing this corset because it was so tight I could barely breathe. I turned to face the other way, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable in my first five minutes of the job.
“Thank you,” Jasper murmured.
His jeans hitting the floor sounded behind me and I focused on my now throbbing cock, demanding it didn’t get hard and embarrass me even more.
“Is there anything you wanted to get done today, Professor?” I asked, trying to sound professional again.
“Erm?” His voice sounded muffled, and I guessed he was pulling his jumper on. “All done.”
I turned and almost let out a shameful groan as I took him in. He looked hot as fuck, the jumper clinging to his toned body, the colour making his light brown eyes pop.
“Good?” he asked.
“Better,” I replied with a half smile. “Now, today.”
“I’ve got a ton of paperwork to do. I need to set up some quarterly KPIs that we can feed back to the board to show how well, or not, things are going.”
“Okay, that sounds doable, but I’ll come and shadow you because there are probably things I can do for you or at least, set up so it reduces your workload.”
He let out a long sigh. “Actually, that sounds like an amazing plan because things have gone from a job I knew like the back of my hand to one that’s completely out of my comfort zone.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
Running his fingers through his hair, he looked like he was trying to remember, and then he shook his head.
“Right, well, then let’s start there.”