Their Blu Dilemma (Book 2)

10 Her boss's rules.

Blu

I ignore the feeling, because it is none of my business what bothers him or doesn’t bother him.

I walk to his desk and place the coffee in front of him. He looks at the coffee then at me and then back at the coffee. I clench my jaw, knowing his disapproving words are coming next.

I brace myself.

I shouldn’t care whether he approves of me or not. But I do. I don’t even know why I do. He is an asshole.

The tension in the office makes me uncomfortable as he continues to stand there saying nothing.  

“Your coffee,” I say stating the obvious. He looks at me again. I see his mind working. He reaches for the coffee and takes a sip but he doesn’t look away.

“I don’t want you fraternizing with my employees like that,” he states plainly. His stare is cold and serious.

What the f**k?

He takes a seat in his chair staring at me. As if he’s waiting for my reaction.

Words form in mouth fighting to get out. I open my mouth to give him a peace of my mind but I decide against it. I take an audible breath and take a step back as anger bubbles within me.

I’m going to kill him, I breathe through my mouth fighting for calm. I take another step back since I don’t want to be liable for murder, I don’t think the world would forgive me for murdering a billionaire.

He leans back in his chair getting comfortable as if he’s ready for a fight.

I say a little prayer asking for strength and calm. I need to chill out or I won’t last through this day. Everyone is testing me today including this man in front of me. And yet he wants me to pay back the debt I owe him for refusing to marry him.

Is this his plan…to enrage me so I fail?

if I lose this job, he will still want his debt repaid. He won’t let me go.

What will he ask as p*****t if I fail? I shake my head. I don’t even want to know.  

“Whatever you say boss,” I say instead.

He c***s his head to the side as if surprised. His eyes narrow on me, going down my body in a slow crawl I can feel like a caress. My n*****s tighten, hardening beneath my blouse in seconds. Heat suffuses me, and I feel my armpits start to sweat.

Fuck…I clench my jaw forcing my body to cool down.

“Do you need anything else?” I ask a little too politely, I am barely holding on to my anger and the control of my body. He notices. And he gives me a sly smile that wets my panties.

“No, I’ll let you know if I need anything,” he says with a little shake his head.

I walk out of his office, and head for the bathroom. Who does he think he is? Telling me what to do. Jeff is the only person who is nice to me, nothing is going on there.

The nerve of that guy, I silently growl as I walk into the bathroom.

I feel so hot, angry and sweat pools in my armpits. And lust courses through me like hot lava. My body just flames whenever he looks at me in that way of his – with his eyes narrowing on me with such intensity and focus its almost like nothing else exist in the world.

My heart hammers my chest flaming all over again. I grab the front of my blouse and pull on it rapidly just to have some air circulation in there.

It feels like my body is not my own, it’s as if he owns it.

Xavier doesn’t own me! I scream in my mind.

Fuck…okay maybe that’s not true.

 So technically he does own me, since I owe him a debt, but I won’t let him believe that. I will die before I let him control me like that. I am not his to control.

I continue to pull on my blouse, but it’s not working.

I need to cool down. I go for the basin and open a tap of water. I splash some water on my face.

The cold water cools me instantly. I roll a length of tissue paper and stuff it under my armpits so it can absorb the sweat.

Oh God…I silently groan.

I don’t think I can survive another day of this. But I have to.

I dry my face with some tissue, and pull out the soggy toilet paper from my armpits. I throw the in the trash bin.

“Hard at work I see,” a female voice says. I turn around to find…what did she say her name was. She’s miss prim and proper, with a short skirt that is a few inches away from being indecent.

I roll my eyes as she comes close to me. Her heels click on the tiled floor like nails. I cringe as she stops close to me.

“Before you say anything. You can have him…just go to his office and throw yourself at him. There is no need to play cat and mouse with me. Xavier is free, take your best shot,” I say leaving the bathroom.

“b***h,” I can hear her gasp in the bathroom. I ignore her parting word.

I go back to the office and slowly sit at my desk. I don’t even look at Xavier’s way as I focus on my work. The office is blessedly quiet. And Xavier sounds too busy to bother me for the moment.

I stifle a yawn as the tedious work of typing take its toll on me. The not sleeping all night long is hitting me hard. I’m feeling all kinds of tired at once.

I need a good massage, a drink, yoga session.

You can’t afford that Blu, my mind reminds me.

Okay maybe I need a really wild girl’s night out with really cheap alcohol. I’m done with boys, no more boys.

“I should probably call Luna” I say to the computer screen in front of me. I know she’s freaking out, worried about me wherever she is. Xavier just dragged me out of her house after all.

But what do I say to her?

 Hey, I was betrothed to one controlling, insanely wealthy man that might be a serial womanizer, that’s why he went all cave man and dominant in your house. He had to stake his claim, because I’ve been running away from him for a long time now. And oh I’m also madly in love with another man that is completely amazing, he takes care of me even though we both know I don’t deserve it.

I can’t even get all of that in one sentence.

 How can I tell her that I am broke, homeless and scared shitless? I don’t know how to be that open and vulnerable with anyone. All through our friendship I told her to be fearless and go for anything she wants. And it seemed like I lived what I preached but the ugly truth is that I only lived that way because I knew that no matter what I would be taken care of.

My parents provided all the comfort and convenience with their money. I knew that no matter what happened I could call daddy and everything would be alright. But now that they have taken all of that away I don’t know who I am. And I need to figure that out. I don’t even know where to start.

I am scared.

My fingers shake on the keyboard.

I take a deep breath to calm myself. I need to get a grip. If I let this fear take over I won’t survive this.

ahmm, a throat clears above me.

I look up to find Xavier standing there.

“Did you need something?” I ask straightening up in my chair. He stares at me for a few seconds.

“Let’s go, I’m having a late lunch with a client. I’ll drop you off at…” he stops speaking abruptly. “The arrangement you have with your ex, I need you to change it,” he finally says.

“What?”

“You can’t live with him.”

“Says who…” I ask getting to my feet. I don’t like the fact that he’s looking down at me. Even though technically he’s still looking down at me even when I’m standing. “If you haven’t noticed I don’t have any money to go anywhere. And he was kind enough to give me a place to stay…something you failed to do,” I say my voice rising with every word.

“He’s not a saint,” he says through clenched teeth.

“And you are?” I ask remembering all the things Cathy told me about him, and the way he treated me in his house.

He clenches his jaw so hard, the veins in his neck pop out.

“You said something about a late lunch,” I say picking up my notebook, a pen and my phone.

Xavier doesn’t say anything. He turns and leaves.

Shit…an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.