Rosie
He’s an ass. Nine months of ‘Rosie do this’ or ‘Rosie do that’. Argh! Yes, he’s the big boss and I’m the ‘little slave’, but fuck, he really has been on my case since I started working at the Club.
I love my job at Kenza. Well most days, especially when Ruben stays out of the way, but recently every time I turn around he’s there, glaring at me. He probably wishes he had an excuse to fire me, but as of yet, I’ve managed to keep my temper in check and done what he asks. But in honesty, I’m not sure how much longer I can work for him. Every horrid comment from him causes a sharp pain in my chest and recently I’ve even arrived home with tears in my eyes. As soon as the doors close behind me, I give in to them and collapse in a sobbing heap.
Why does he affect this much? Well, you see, over the past nine months I’ve gradually fallen in love with him and it hurts so damn much because it is clear that he can’t stand me.
He’s handsome in a rough sort of way with his dark hair falling over his eyes all the time. He ended up with a crooked nose because of his love of boxing and then you have his muscular body. All solid.
I’ve seen him once without his shirt when he’d been working out back at the club, and I’d drooled. Oh, yes he reminded me of these tattooed male models all over Facebook, with one hell of a ‘V’ leading into his jeans, which had some sort of tattoo inked into his skin down there, disappearing into his jeans and it was just begging to be licked. He’d caught me drooling, of course, and had spent the remainder of the evening being an ass.
“Ugh.” Turning to head back before I’m missed, I freeze seeing the object of my bad mood standing behind me. How long he’s been standing there is any one’s guess.
“What do you want?”
His eyes narrow. “I’m your boss, Rosie. Or have you forgotten?”
“How could I forget with the constant stream of orders that come out of your mouth?” I feel like stamping my foot, which I refrain from, but I stand with my hands on my hips.
“Any more sass from you and you can find a new job because I’ve had enough,” he growls at me, moving closer.
My heart thumps in my chest. Does he want to get rid of me? Does he really hate me?
I swallow the lump in my throat, but I’m afraid of opening my mouth because my tears are so close to the surface. Not only is the man I’ve fallen for being hateful, but also there were things going on at his club that I don’t think he knows anything about, which all goes back to Simon and the stress of it all is finally getting to me.
“Rosie–”
Taking a deep breath for courage, I answer, “I’ve never been fired before,” I swallow a few times, “so, I…I quit.”
Before he can reply, I turn and take a few steps towards where the cars are parked, but I don’t get very far before he grabs hold of my arms and spins me to face him.
“You. Are. Not. Quitting.”
A tear slips from my eyes, which he follows as it slides down my cheek to my mouth.
“Rosie,” he groans.
His lips meet mine. His tongue pushes for access to my mouth, which I give. He tastes of coffee and mints. I break from his hold on my arms and slide my hands into his hair, holding him to me as I start to take a more active role in this unexpected kiss, which has my toes curling and my * wet and throbbing.
Ruben takes hold of my hips, pulling me in flush against him so I come into contact with his erection. When it suddenly hits me what I’m doing. Making out with the boss!
I break free. “No. We can’t.” Turning, I flee to the car park with tears running down my face, not having a clue about what I’m going to do now. Can I really stay at Kenza? Shit! I just told him I quit.