My Boss is My Master

Chapter Four

We were ten minutes into the meeting and for some reason, I felt so uncomfortable. For one, this goddess of man was tantalizing, and two, our first encounter was me being late...again. I mentally face palmed myself.

"Ms. Walters?" I snapped back into reality when someone called my name.

"Yes?" I looked up to see the ocean blue eyes staring at me with so much intensity.

"Are you paying attention?" He leaned back in his chair as he, and everyone else stared at me.

"Y-yes Mr. Waterman." I murmured.

He stared at me for a few moments before he decided to speak again. I face palmed myself...again. I stared at him, ignoring the words that flooded out of his mouth. The only thing I could seem to focus on was his beautiful pink lips, and his husky voice that bounced off the walls of the conference room.

I have seen so many been before. I have seen so many cute and alluring men why did I look at him so much differently?

Suddenly the door opened. A woman stepped in. She walked straight to Mr. Waterman. Her slim, attracting figure caused everything to pause in the moment, all eyes on her as she switched her hips toward him. She leaned down near him to whisper something in to his ear.

"Thank you Melody." He gave her a warm smile before she walked out of the room. He focused back on the waiting group. "Meeting over."

With those final words, he stood up and left.

I sat at my desk, my fingers hovering over the keyboard of my computer. I could not find the words to type. My mind was so lost. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about my boss? Is that a bad thing? That’s not healthy.

I glanced out of my office door. From the small window, I could see my boss’s office. I’m not even sure why I bothered to look. With the blacked out curtains, it was almost impossible to see in to.

In front of his door was his secretary desk, which was occupied by his secretary Melody. He made it visibly known that no one got to him without getting passed her.

I know it was weird for me to be ogling at her this way but she was absolutely stunning. Her fiery red hair curled to perfection. Her red lipstick matched perfectly with her red locks. Her blue eyes stood out in a crowd. Her slim Victoria Secret model figure could capture any man's attention. I couldn't be jealous of her, I could only admire her.

She reached for her phone, picking it up to bring it to her ear. She nodded a few times before her eyes shifted toward my office. Toward me.

I quickly looked away.

I looked back at the large monitor, my mind left to wonder if she actually saw me looking. There was a knock at my door. I looked up, my eyes attracted to the red locks. I shoved in my keyboard before I invited her in.

The door opened. Her name brand high heels tapped against my tile floor. Again, I acted as if I was working, completely nonchalant about the random words I had typed in on the screen.

“Ms. Walters?”My head popped up eagerly.

“Yes?”

"Mr. Waterman would like to see you for a moment."

"Okay, thank you." She smiled and nodded as she stepped out of the room.

My nerves were on the edge now. What did he want to see me for? What did I do? Panic began to strike as I desperately tried to figure out what he needed from me.

Okay Simone, relax.

I stood up from my desk and walked toward Mr. Waterman's office. Melody smiled before she assured me that it was safe to enter.

Stepping in, it was like walking into a whole new office. The once fowl smelling, old fashion office from the 1960's was now the new modern office. The walls were a burgundy color with two leather black couches in the corner. There was a black wall-to-wall carpet that matched perfectly with the furniture. In the middle was a long black wood desk with Mr. Waterman sitting behind it.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Have a seat." He gestured for me to sit in a chair placed in front of his desk. Doing as I was told, I took a seat. He looked up at me.

His blue eyes were like magnets, attempting to tug me in.

Oh god, I need to calm down.

"Miss or Misses?" He asked of me.

“Huh? Oh its miss.” I corrected.

"Okay. Ms.Walters. I see you have been a great assist to this company. You have managed so many clients and you take your work serious." He spoke, his fingers cycling over a file he had laid out in front of him.

"Yes. Yes I do." I felt proud of myself knowing that someone recognized my work ethic.

"So if you take your job seriously, why can’t you be here on time to do it?" He questioned.

His eyes were burning into me, causing panic to kick in again. So many panic attacks today, wow, I’ve reached a new record for myself.

"Well, recently I had a family issue that threw me off track but it has past and I'm on my game, one hundred percent." I fiddled with my fingers nervously.

"Look, Ms. Walters..."

My chest was tightening as my breath shortened. What if he fires me? Oh s**t he's going to fire me. I'm going to have to move back in with my mom. No, I can’t move in with my mom and her four cats. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to remain composed.

He scanned my face then his eyes landed on my lip that I was nibbling on. He cleared his throat and focused back on his papers.

"Look, you're on probation for a few weeks. After four weeks, your probation will be lifted."

I nodded my head in understanding. Even though probation was like thin ice, I was more grateful for that then being released entirely.

"You can go." He leaned back in to his chair.

"Thank you Mr. Waterman." I stood up to leave.

Before I could leave the room, he spoke once more.

"Ms. Walters. Just remember, if you slip up." Cold eyes stared at me. "I will punish you without any hesitation."

I nodded my head and walked out. I walked past his receptionist and back over to my office.

Punish me? I thought the probation was my punishment. What can be deeper than that?.Punish me? I thought the probation was my punishment. What can be deeper than that?.

It has been a week that I haven't been late and I was proud of myself. There were even days I managed to get to work before anyone else.

Lying in my bed, I just stared up at the ceiling. It was an hour until it was time for me to get up for work but I didn't want to be late so I just decided to stay up but stay in bed.

Bad idea.

My eyes began to grow heavier and heavier by the second. Eventually, I allowed sleep to take over once again…

"Simone?" I could hear someone calling out to me. I pried open my eyes to see Cayli staring down at me.

"W-what?" I rolled over, snuggling under my blankets in desperate need to go to sleep.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I heard her question.

Work? Work? WORK? Kicking off the blankets, I shot up out of bed. Work? I ran in to the bathroom, slipping into the shower. After a moment shower, I sprinted back into my room and got dressed. Knee length black skirt and matching blazer with a red blouse under it. I slipped on my flats and ran out to the living room.

"Cayli?"

I called out but there was no answer.

"CAYLI?" I screamed as I picked out a yogurt from the refrigerator shelf.

"Yes?" She sung as she walked into the living room.

"I know its last minute but I will be grateful for a ride." I gave her pleading look.

"Sure." She snatched up an apple and we ran out of the apartment…

I was standing on the elevator trying my best to gather a good excuse for why I was late. Honestly, I had nothing.

Why do I have to be such a heavy f*****g sleeper?

I watched the numbers on the elevator climb until I reached my desired floor. Stepping off the elevator, it felt like everyone was watching me. I must be going crazy because no one even took a second glance at me.

I walked in to my office and placed my bags and files on my desk. Maybe no one noticed my lateness.

"I'm only-" I looked down at my watch. "An hour and a half late."

I tried to convince myself.

Suddenly my office door opened. I looked up to see the familiar red haired girl.

"Mr. Waterman would like to see you." She gave me a big smile. It’s like she was taunting me with her smirk. I was overreacting.

"I will be right there."

She stepped away and closed the door, leaving me to gather my thoughts. I needed to calm down before I had an anxiety attack. I wonder if I had an anxiety attack, would that get me off the hook? Hmmm? No, no good.

I stepped out of my office and walked down the hall toward Mr. Waterman's office. Melody nodded her head for me to walk in.

I walked in cautiously, my eyes fluttered around the room, hoping to avoid all eye contact with Mr. Waterman.

I finally looked at him. His bright blue eyes were locked on me like he was trying to get reaction from me. Sadly, he did.

I bit down on my bottom lip and I stared at the floor. My nerves had me feeling shaky and scared.

"Ms. Walters?" He spoke to me, forcing my eyes to make contact with his pink full lips.

"Y-Yes." The stutter was obvious from me.

"May I ask you what I told you would happen if you were late...again?" He sighed in annoyance, his fingers rubbing over his temples.

"I uh I." I took a deep breath as I mustered up the right words to use. "You said I would be punished."

"Correct." He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. He glared at me as he removed his suit jacket and hung it on a nearby coat hook. He rolled up his button up sleeves, exposing a little arm to me.

Oh.

He pulled out his chair from behind his desk before he sat in it. His eyes glared at me, drowning me in those bright blue pools of attraction. I quickly looked away.

"I didn't want to do this Ms. Walters." He mumbled.

Yup, here it comes. I'm getting fired. He's releasing me from my duty. He's sending me packing and out the front door. I'm moving back in with my mom and her four felines.

My chest felt as though it was on fire, burning with pain due to fear. It was as if he was building up that intensity before he would tell me straight to my face that it was time to go.

"You leave me no choice." His eyebrow curved to the perfect arch.

"I know." I waited for those dreadful words that would spill from his lips. He was going to fire me.

"Ms. Walters..." him saying my name was not only a dose of s****l poison, but also an antagonizing nail across a board. He made me nervous. No, he made me scared as hell. There was a long pause before he opened his mouth to speak again "Bend over."