Without limits ssion and.., p.51
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 51
It was almost eleven. I wanted to be in bed by midnight. I had to make one stop into Trubeau’s office so I could be dismissed. He was sitting in his chair with his eyes closed.
“Excuse me, Mr. Trubeau.”
He opened his eyes. “Yes.”
“Did you need anything else?”
“Yes, a ride home. I’ve been drinking and you have not.”
“Okay. You want me to drive you home?” I was just making sure I heard him correctly.
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“No, of course not. Do you want me to pull the car up to the front entrance?”
He smirked. “No, I think I’m capable of walking to the parking garage.”
“Right.”
“Let’s go.” He stood and followed me out of his office. He waited outside my office door while I shut down my computer and grabbed my things. I followed him out to the elevator. He stood close enough to me that I got a whiff of his cologne. It smelled rather expensive. It smelled like he had bathed in a golden tub of sex, red roses, chardonnay with strawberries and pinecones. I wondered if his cologne lasted the entire day or did he re-spray it?
Fuck me, my panties were getting misty. Nooooo!
When the elevator doors opened I could think straight. He followed me to my Audi— his Audi. He got in the passenger seat and secured his seat belt.
I was nervous driving such a rich man around. Like if something happens to him it would actually be on the news. If I crashed with only me in the car it was cool. I was nobody. I was carrying precious cargo tonight.
He didn’t seem intoxicated at first. He put the GPS on his phone for me. He walked to the car like he was on a runway in Milan.
“Homer was really impressed with you.”
Who? “Homer?” That must be the pale one. It didn’t matter. “So he enjoyed my food choices?”
“I would say he enjoyed you. I told him you had a boyfriend.”
“Why?”
“He has a lot of money and a boat. I didn’t want him to whisk you away. Remember what happened with my last assistant.”
“He also has a wedding ring.” They all had on wedding rings.
“You noticed that.”
“He doesn’t care. He cheats all the time.”
“I care.”
“You do?”
“First place will always be better than second. You should know. You’re successful.”
“You’re right. Being number one has a certain appeal that being number two can never live up to.”
“What if Homer was single. Is he your type?”
“No.”
“And why is that?”
Because he isn’t you. “I don’t know.”
I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep this job.
He chuckled and a very sexy cheek dimple made a rare appearance. “I think you know.” He closed his eyes.
What did he mean by that?
“Turn left at six hundred feet.” The lady cell navigation voice said.
I had to listen to Navi for the rest of the way. Boss man fell asleep within the twenty-two minutes it took to get to his house. I didn’t have any problems getting through the security booth. The guard saw the car or my sleeping boss. He just let me in like I belonged. I dropped him off at his mansion and drove off more confused than I had been in a long time.
My apartment was twenty minutes from his house. When I got home I stripped off all my clothes and curled up under the covers.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau’s abs.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau’s lips.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau’s butt.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau’s cheek dimple.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau’s dreamy blue eyes.
Please don’t dream about Trubeau at fucking all.
Chapter Five
I knew I did a good job yesterday with the conference dinner. Trubeau didn’t have to tell me. It was the first time I had ever seen him appear happy. He was smiling with his colleagues. I supplied the good food, wine, and imported beer. I was surprised I had to drive him home last night. I was more surprised I was summoned to his house the next day at seven in the morning.
I felt rested even though I didn’t get much sleep. I made it on time to Boss man’s house. I had never been in this neighborhood until last night. It looked really beautiful in the morning. I couldn’t see much in the darkness of last night.
Trubeau lived in a posh gated community not too far from his headquarters. He had a few offices across the country. He really had loads of money. It didn’t seem like he cared much about it though. He never questioned one charge on his company credit card. I only used it for work-related charges but he never said a word about the cost of anything.
An older White lady housekeeper let me in. Huh, that’s a rare thing to see. She walked me to his in-house gym. Great, he was shirtless and sweaty as he cycled on a stationary bike. I slowly walked up to him as the housekeeper left us alone.
His body was so nice.
Trubeau looked over at me. “You’re on time.”
“Yes, I am.” Put a shirt on! I haven’t had sex in eight months. Geez, give me a break.
“Good.” He was breathing heavily.
“That’s what you’re wearing to the office?”
What now? “Yes, I can go home and change if you like.”
“No, it looks nice.”
“Ah, thank you.” The compliment threw me off.
“It’s been four days. This job is very demanding. I’m just getting warmed up. If I need you to drop everything and fly out of the country can you do that at a moments notice.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a valid passport?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Don’t worry I have no trips planned in my immediate future. There is a charity event coming up this Saturday. Are you free to work on a Saturday night?”
“Yes.”
“Okay good, then you will need a formal evening gown. Do you need your hair styled?”
“Do you think I need my hair styled?”
He shrugged. “It looks fine every day I’ve seen you. It’s entirely up to you.”
“I can do it myself.”
“Where’s my coffee?”
“Oh. I didn’t bring it. I was going to get it on the way to work like I always do. I’m sorry.”
“You’re taking me to work. I left my car at the office.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I could’ve called a car service or I could’ve driven one of my other cars but I thought I should wake you up early and have you drive out of your way.” He was staring me down and waiting for my response.
“That was very kind of you.” I joked.
“Yes, it was. I got ten minutes left then I’m going to shower and get changed. You can watch me sweat or you can explore the house.”
“Do you have a sex dungeon?” That just jumped out my mouth.
“No.” He didn’t look at me. “Should I add one?”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
“Will I run into any naked women?”
“No.” He turned to look at me with his devilish eyes. “I don’t do sleepovers.”
“I’ll explore your house.”
I left him alone in his gym before I had a full-blown orgasm. Is he taunting me? Is he trying to seduce me? No, that’s stupid. Rich people are just weird.
I did explore his amazing house, as much as I could explore before Trubeau texted me to meet him at the front door.
He was in a dark blue suit. He really knew how to dress and his clothes looked like they were tailor-made for him. Everything just lay so perfectly on his chiseled body. I followed him out the front door.
“I’m driving.” He took the car keys out of my hand.
Oh my, he touched me.
I got in the passenger seat and hoped he wasn’t a reckless driver. I didn’t want to start the day with an upset stomach.
He pulled out his circular driveway like a normal driver and I was able to relax.
“I picked a suit that matches your dress.”
I hadn’t noticed until he mentioned it but we were matching. “What will people think?”
“Does it matter?” He smirked in my direction.
“No, it doesn’t. You’re the boss.”
“You’re the first person that has worked with me that I didn’t hire.”
“You hired Sharon?”
“Yes, Sharon was my sixth-grade teacher.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“She saved my life. That was the year my father died. I had a few months of hardcore juvenile delinquency. She really helped me get back on track. My mother was grief-stricken and at her wits in. Mrs. Rudd got me interested in martial arts. It changed my life.”
“I can definitely see Sharon as a teacher.”
“The best one I’ve ever had. She cared about her students. She cared about me.”
“How did she end up working here?”
“When I become Trubeau Tech, I went back to her school and offered her a job. I needed to have an administrative assistant I could trust. She didn’t want to leave teaching but I offered her more money. She tutors kids after work and on the weekends.”
“You couldn’t trust any of your previous assistants?”
“I didn’t trust anyone back then. I was newly rich and I thought everybody wanted something from me. I’m older now. I can read people much better now. I needed an older woman I could trust. I was tired of my female employees parading around in short skirts and provocative attire trying to entice me. I was young but I wasn’t an idiot.”
“I don’t think anyone thinks you’re an idiot.”
He smiled as he looked out the front windshield. “The clothes are a test. If I give you my credit card and you go out and buy appropriate garments I know where your head is. I have to play these games to see who people really are.”
“I don’t. I don’t.” I was stuttering. “You were testing me?”
“Yes.” He raised an eyebrow and looked over at me. I quickly closed my mouth. I was in shock.
“Okay.” Now I had to sit in the passenger seat and question every single item I bought with his credit card.
“The assistant before you bought all the wrong clothes but she was very young and definitely not my type. So I kept her on, only to have her quit. That was a big mistake.”
“I don’t know what to say. To base anything on someone’s outer appearance is discriminative. Men shouldn’t dictate what women can or cannot wear in the workplace.”
“You may be right in theory but we are both living in the real world. Why did you pick conservative attire when I gave you the option of buying whatever you wanted?”
“I dress conservatively in the workplace because I don’t want any unwarranted attention. I just want to do my job. Women are constantly harassed in the workplace.”
“Have you been sexually harassed?”
“No.” I spit that out quick. There was no way I was going to pour my heart out to Trubeau. I wasn’t going to tell him about Martin Turner or the guy from the fourth floor that rubbed his hard penis against my ass in a crowded elevator. I was never going to mention the lesbian that touched my left breast and acted like she was brushing lint off my sweater.
The rest of the ride into work was silent. Sexual harassment was a heavy topic. I was just happy that conversation was over.
My day was filled with paperwork and calls. All the calls had been directed to me since Sharon left early for a doctor’s appointment. Today I really earned my paycheck. Trubeau was expecting some important documents from someone overseas. I was checking online to see when they arrived. All packages come to the mailroom first. For obvious reasons Trubeau never got his packages directly. There was always the possibility that someone was trying to bomb or poison him because he was wealthy and had many competitors. He was on that Forbes list so that made him something special. He had security and he told me he always changed his daily routine. He was so low-key. I didn’t think he had much to worry about.
I had to stop in the ladies room before I made my way to the mailroom. I was drying my hands off when my job cell phone rang. It could only be Sharon or Trubeau. It was Trubeau. He had been on my ass all day. I answered the call and shoved the cell phone back in my pocket. Thank God for wireless Bluetooth earbuds.
“Hello.” I exited the ladies room and rounded a corner.
“Has my package arrived?”
“Yes sir, tracking says it’s in the mailroom. I’m on my way to get it right now.”
“Hurry. I needed that package hours ago.”
“Okay, I will be right there. Bye.” I stuck my hand in my pocket and ended the call.
I walked into the mailroom and didn’t see anybody. I started looking for anything on the ledge that hadn’t been sorted but had Sharon’s name on it.
“Boo!”
If I hadn’t just used the bathroom he would’ve literally scared the shit out of me— well the pee out of me. My heart was beating fast. Why was Martin such a bastard?
“Hi, Martin. I’m just looking for a package.”
“So your slave master sent you down to the fields.” I could feel his hot dragon breath on me.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re not smart enough to have that job on the tenth floor. You must be sucking that White man’s dick.”
“Martin, I’m here to pick up a package for my boss. He’s your boss too.”
“I work for my check. You suck the White man’s dick for yours.”
I couldn’t believe this bright skin bastard was talking to me like he was plucked straight out of Botswana. He had a lot of nerve. I was brown he was almost translucent.
“You really need to stop. I know your mother is White. You’re not just light skin. You’re half White. You sound like a damn dummy.”
Martin grabbed a thin box off the ledge. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
“Give me Mr. Trubeau’s package.”
“Let me suck one of those big ass titties.”
“You are being really unprofessional. You already attacked me in the parking lot and I didn’t go to HR.”
“And you better not.”
“Please give me the box.”
“Let me see your nipple.”
“No, you are the mailroom supervisor and a grown ass man. I said no and meant it.”
This muthafucka grabbed at my chest and I stumbled backward trying to get away from him.
“Stop! Don’t touch me! Stop!”
Martin reached around and grabbed my ass. “Get your hands off me!”
I managed to grab his cheek and scratch the shit out of him. I dug my fingernails in deep. I was trying to draw blood. He had to let me go. I grabbed the box out of his hand and ran out of the mailroom. As soon as I entered the back elevator it hit me— tears.
I wiped my face and when I got to the tenth floor I went right into Trubeau’s office and dropped the package on his desk.
I tried to rush out of the room.
“Hey! Wait.”
I turned back to him with what I believed was a resting regular face. “Yes.”
“You okay? Your eyes are red.”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just have something in my eye. I just have to use the ladies room.”
I didn’t wait for him to dismiss me. I left the room only to go into my office and be mad as hell. This day is over. Tomorrow is another day.
Chapter Six
My day was going well and it was almost over. I walked into Trubeau’s office Friday evening with the documents he requested. I walked around his desk. He looked up at me and sometimes his eyes did weird things to me. This was one of those times.
It was almost time for me to go home. He told me he wasn’t going to keep me late.
“Did you hear the news?”
“About David Patterson?”
“Yes, it’s all over the news.”
“I cannot believe he killed himself. Suicide at his age.”
“Did you know him well?”
“We were only business acquaintances. We golfed together a few times. I don’t understand it. He had everything. He had everything I ever wanted. He had a booming business, a beautiful wife, and two smart kids. Why would he hang himself?”
Did Andrew want to be married with kids? He already had a successful business. I don’t know why I pictured him as the kind of man that would never marry. He seemed to be above convention. I had no idea who David Patterson was until TMZ posted his suicide. It’s still a very sad thing to hear. His wife and kids must be in so much pain.
“A lot of people secretly suffer from depression and mental illness.”
“I said a lot of inappropriate things to you on Monday. I remember saying you were nothing special. I didn’t mean it. It was rude.”
“It was extremely rude but I have thick skin.”
“It’s really nice skin.” His eyes were stalled on my cleavage. I put a little Fenty Beauty Fairy Bomb on my décolletage.
“Thank you.”
He finally looked back into my eyes, which wasn’t really that much better for me. His dreamy blue eyes were rather unnerving. I survived the week with dry panties by simply not looking at him for too long.
“It’s Friday. Congratulations you made it a full week.”
“Maybe you should celebrate by having a drink when you get back to your apartment.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Don’t forget to pick up the ball gowns after work.”
“I won’t. As soon as I leave here I’m going right over to Sak’s.” My stomach was feeling tingly. I wanted to flee. I had a night of Cupcake Moscato and masturbation waiting for me at home. “Is there anything else for today?”
“Yes, one more thing.”
I stood there waiting but he didn’t say anything else. “Should I take notes?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. Oh look he’s here.”
I turned from Trubeau to see Martin Turner standing behind me.
