My Boss then My Master

Chapter 6 Dominic POV

OK, so I couldn't stay away. I occasionally looked at the cameras to see if she was OK . Every time she looked around her like a nervous wreck. Looking around skittish. It had taken me nearly all week to work out why. Of course, with what she had heard and the fact I was pretty much an asshole that day. She could only have come to one conclusion. Who can tell the CEO that people think he's an asshole and think their job is safe? Hers was , but of course she didn't know that.

So guilt had gnawed at me , that and the fact I just wanted to see her. Which in turn annoyed the f**k out of me , that I was flying back without a second thought to comfort her. And see her. I had convinced myself I had worked this all up in my head more than what it actually was. Was she actually that attractive ? Was I that affected ? Did I act like a prat in her presence ? Well, one minute in her presence in the building canteen told me that, yes, infract they was all true.

Who just stands and stares at someone without saying a single word ? Me apparently. But I was just taking her face in and she left me frustrated. Sexually and at myself. She was like a startled deer around me. I feared one wrong move and she would bolt. So, when she acted like I had the plague and literally sat the fare she possibly could, but didn't put her back to me which was interesting in itself. That annoyed me too. If I was being fair to her , I didn't actually say " Yes, come and sit with me". I just expected her to. Yea, I definitely was arrogant. That I can't argue about.

So when she makes me laugh for the second time in a short time. This time with her facial expression. I cant help but to think back to when was the last time I laughed. My life was always so serious. " Thank Bev " she mutters , I remember my manners too and thank Beverley for our dinners. Picking up my cutlery, I started to tuck in. It takes me a minute to realize she hasn't even attempted to eat her dinner yet. Scowling , I looked to see her fidgeting nervously. I could easily see the effect I had on her. So I know I'm the reason.

That she wasn't eating yet.

I pointed my knife to her dinner , " Eat Grace ". I tell her. She dips her head and picks up her cutlery. " Yes Sir ". f**k me. I closed my eyes and looked away. Why did she do that ? Did she know she was naturally submissive? Or was it out of fear of me ? I hoped it wasn't the latter. My dinner became really interesting . trying to distract myself from the growing erection in my trousers and the urge to take her here and now and f**k her.

What was it about the attraction that both of us obviously had , that made us both stumbling idiots ? I had attractions before and never made me feel this way . Looking up, I see she's now eating. Following orders like a dream. She kept nervously glancing at me, then looking back down. I had a strong urge to make that disappear, I didn't want her to be so nervous around me.

But spending too much time with her would be dangerous. The only way to make her more comfortable would be for her to be around me more. We ate in silence , Then Beverley fetched the dessert. I didn't miss the way Grace's eyes lit up, a smile gracing her lips. It made me smile seeing her smile. Weird , I hadn't had that before. I wanted to make her smile more. I never had that with other women I have dated. Their feelings had never mattered much to me. " Do you like this dessert ?" I asked her.

She nods. " My mum used to make it every Sunday.For a treat after dinner". She doesn't need me to tell her to eat this time. She digs straight in. " Used to ?" I ask, her spoon freezes on the way to her mouth. Her eyes snapped at mine. I had always been blunt with questions. " Did I say that ?" She asks, looking confused. I nodded my head and she looked at me shocked. " What's wrong ? " I asked her. She shakes her head a little, her brows furrowing " I never talk about her , I don't know why I just did."

" You didn't really, " I replied. She places the food from her spoon into her mouth. I thought she was shutting the conversation down. For once, I was about to let her, too, and not do my usual demanding of the answer. I started to eat my dessert and started not looking at her when she answered. " She passed away when I was fourteen. " Then she quickly shoves another mouthful in. As if to shut herself up.

She was scowling at the bowl , this topic obviously was a hard one for her and I wasn't about to make her keep talking. " I'm sorry to hear that " I said to her and nothing else. This was her opportunity to let it drop. I wasn't about to pry. So when she carried on talking I was shocked. " Thank you , she had cancer. But before that, she was like my best friend. I used to help her bake this too. I guess it's just sentimental this and rice pudding. It's not for everyone that dessert. But I love it ", she smiles again.

" I like it too ", I told her. She looks at me this time with no nervousness or anxiety. She smiled at me grateful, her eyes soft. For what I'm not sure , maybe for not asking too many questions. The silence then wasn't awkward but comfortable as we finished our meal off. When we had done, I didn't want it to come back. So I stood up and smiled down at her " Thank you for keeping me company, Miss Holmes , but I must go get some work done. I will see you round the office. I will be staying for a week now ". With that, I walked off.

There were no plans for me to stay a week. But it looks like now I will be. I had matters to solve here anyway. First stop Paul , the more I had dug into the paperwork and the section Paul was in charge of. The more I realized Paul needed to go. Missing paperwork , missing figures. The company credit card he had in his possession had been used on things non-work or client-related. I had my case built against him now, I was being kind by still paying him out.

I didn't need to anymore. But I also read he had two children and a wife. I wasn't about to make them go without because of him. Funny, it shocked me as there had been some cases in the past raised to HR about Paul. Indecent comments by some female staff members which had strangely never gone anywhere. I was going to look into the HR team too. It seemed every case had been thrown out in Paul's favour.

Something was definitely not right. When I reached my office , the first thing I did was turn the surveillance on. I was starting to creep myself out now with the obsession I had with her. But for some reason, being able to look up and glance at her working away brought me a strange comfort. I dug into human resources old case files for the rest of the afternoon. Specifically, ones were Paul was an involvement.

It was obvious what the issue was when I was only two cases in. But I read along anyway and then investigated her too. This wasn't a job for me really. I had stock meetings and conferences with share holders that I needed to prepare for. But I needed to know what was going on within my own companies. Then I would pass it off to a trusted friend of mine who would then step in and take over. He would get rid of the rot for me. He was a force. For sure, he was another friend I met at the scene. He was strict and unforgiving , a hard-faced-non-forgiving master. So, most thought , I had seen moments when he thought no one was watching his wife and 24/7 submissive Delila.

He would look at her with a softness that would bring a tear to even-the stone-cold hearted, even in the mist of a punishment. The look of love and admiration between the pair spoke volumes. It made me a little jealous at times. They were so open with their relationship. They didn't hide what they were. Delila wore a very obvious collar. Then Dean wore a chain with a key on, never hidden around his neck.

Well, Dean was a private corporate investigator and he also studied as a lawyer. So he knew all the ins and outs of what was correct and wasn't. Strange, some people thought that I would have my own companies investigated. But people could hide all sorts when you are buying a company. I didn't want any nastys to jump out of a closet on me a month down the line. I would rather get rid of all the scandal on the get-go.

Looking up, I watched as Grace stood up from her cubicle grabbing her bag. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's already time for clocking off for her shift. The day had flown by me. Closing down the application, I sighed and reached for my phone. When he answered, I didn't waste any time. " Dean, I need you at my new company as soon as you can get here. I think you'll have a few weeks' work here. So bring Delila and book a hotel. Send me the bill as usual".

He told me he could be here in a week, Dean followed where the work was needed. I paid him well to travel where I needed him. Delila loved to travel too, she loved seeing new places. So he also kept his wife happy by doing so. I hated it when I needed him for actual problems. A quick painless investigation was always better. Standing up from my chair, I walked over to the window and looked down at the building's entrance. This far up no one looked but I could look down.

I thought I might have missed her walking out , but as my eyes scanned the street I found her sitting at the bus stop across the street. She didn't even own a car. I had heard the conversation between her and Beverley. She was all alone for Christmas, that was obvious. " Me too Grace", I said, looking down at her. Mother wanted me to go and have dinner with them but I had made my excuses. I knew what it would be, what it always is. Father telling me to pick a respectable woman or he would. I would rather pass that conversation again.