Are you ready to know the continuation of the story about boss? Here is the first part for you to remember.
…Over the past few days, some changes happened – he was deliberately letting me go last from among all the staff. Somehow he enjoyed having me only with him at the restaurant at the late hours. I knew, he had a plan, but I kept silent and pretended not to know and suspect anything. I was good at finding something to do – cleaning the tables, washing the cutlery, arranging the menus. I had to be busy, otherwise, he would invite me next to him, I didn’t want that.
I even had horrifying thoughts of getting raped by him, he was tall and strong, and my mind did not stop producing such scenarios. All that was, unnaturally, weird because along with being scared of those thoughts, to some extent, I desired that. Finally, my exemplary good boy profile was about to fall, because the thing we were into with him over time started to be tempting for me.
It was a typical evening when everyone else was gone and only we both were at the restaurant. The doors were locked and it was dark. This time, I had finished all of my duties and headed toward his worktable. He was entering some data, but he took a break and brought me a cocktail which was more like pure alcohol. I was fine with that. I was not a smoker, but at that moment, probably affected by the alcohol, I asked him for a cigarette. We both lit a cigarette, and he began chatting me up. Now I was not hanging back and he got more confidence, he went on: “You’ll never respond to my feelings, will you? I like that you are a serious boy, I know that you are not empty toward me, too… Why don’t you just free your feelings? I’m not a man who will hurt you, I don’t want that. If only you could pay me half the attention you pay to your clients…” His words were warming my heart, and now I could look at his eyes, which probably was taken as a sign by him, as a sign that now I was ready to accept him. He was more confident and bolder than ever and he approached me, locked my head tightly with his strong arms and merged his lips with mine. That unlocked my passion, I was getting hotter and hotter, I was all his. That alcohol…
Somehow I had managed to reach my flat and my alarm woke me up at 7 o’clock. I had a great headache accompanied by a hangover, but I had to get up quickly and hit the road to the restaurant. Then I saw that I’ve got a text message from him writing: “Hey, little passionate creature! Today you are free, you don’t have to work. I want to invite you to dine out tonight.” After reading this message, I suddenly remembered everything that had happened the previous night… I had no idea how to respond to his text message, it was such an awkward situation that I was in…
