“How long has your husband been gone now?” he asked, his gaze still locked on her chest. It made her want to fold her arms but she resisted the temptation.
None of your damned business.
“It’s been a year now since Sean passed.” She tried hard to look sad and in mourning. When the truth was, that if the bastard wasn’t already dead she would’ve killed him herself. Turned out that there were things about Sean that she hadn’t known. In fact, it was safe to say that she’d been living with and married to a total stranger. Funny how those things tended to come out when a person died.
Her boss did not need to know this information though. So far, playing the mourning wife was the only thing that kept him from pursuing her further.
“What can I do for you?” His eyes slid down to the juncture at her thighs and again she had to fight the urge to squeeze them tightly together. Even though it was damn near scorching temperatures outside, she still wore stockings, skirt to mid calf, a button-up blouse and a jacket. Nothing was revealing and yet he still looked at her like she was standing there naked. It made her skin crawl. “I would be happy to oblige you. Just say the word, baby.”
She hated it when he called her that. He started doing it a couple of weeks ago. Cassidy had asked him on several occasions to stop but she may as well have been speaking to a plank of wood.
She grit her teeth for a second, holding back a retort. “Great. Glad to hear it.” Her voice sounded way more confident than what she felt. “I need a couple of days off. It’s been a really long time—”
“Forget it,” he interrupted while standing up. “I need you...here.” Another innuendo. Although she waited, he didn’t give any further explanations.
“Look, I know there is a lot to do around here especially since Sarah left.” His eyes clouded over immediately at the mention of her ex-colleague’s name. “I would be happy to put in extra time.”
As in, she wouldn’t sleep and would have to work weekends to get the job done.
“I’ll do whatever it takes. I just really need a couple of days… It’s important.”
His eyes lit up and she realized what she had just said and how it would’ve sounded to a complete pig like Mark.
“Anything?” He rolled the word off of his tongue.
“Well…” It came out sounding breathless but only because she was nervous. “Not anything. What I meant to say was—”
“No, no. I like that you would do anything, in fact, there is something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.” His gaze dropped to her breasts again.
Please no. Anything but that.
Cassidy swallowed hard, actually feeling sick to her stomach. She shook her head.
“You can have a few days, baby. In fact, I’ll hire you an assistant.” Ironically he played with the wedding band on his ring finger. His voice had turned sickly sweet. “I’d be willing to go a long way for you if you only met me halfway. It’s time you got over the loss of your husband and I plan on helping you to do that.”
“Um…I don’t think…” Her voice was soft and shaky. Her hands shook, so she folded her arms.
This was not happening.
“Look, Cass…baby, you’re an okay looking woman. Not normally the type I’d go for. I prefer them a bit younger, bigger tits, tighter ass…” He looked her up and down as if he were sizing her up and finding her lacking. “I’d be willing to give you a go…help you out. Now…baby…” He paused.
Cassidy felt like the air had seized in her lungs, like her heart had stopped beating for that matter. Her mouth gaped open but she couldn’t close it. She made a croaking noise but couldn’t seem to actually talk.
She watched in horror as her boss pulled down his zipper and pulled out a wrinkled, flaccid cock. “Suck on this, or you could bend over and I’ll fuck you…the choice is yours. I would recommend the fuck because quite frankly I think you could use it.” He was deadly serious. Even gave a small nod like he was doing her a favor or something.
To the delight of her oxygen starved lungs, she managed to suck in a deep breath but still couldn’t get any words out. Not a single, solitary syllable.
“I know you’ve had to play the part of the devastated wife and all that but I know you really want a bit of this.” He waved his cock at her, although wave was not the right description. The problem was that a limp dick couldn’t really wave. It flopped about pathetically in his hand.
Cassidy looked from his tiny dick up to his ruddy, pasty face and back down again before bursting out laughing. It was the kind of laugh that had her bending at the knees, hunching over. Sucking in another lungful of air, she gave it all she had. Unable to stop even if she wanted to. Until tears rolled down her cheeks. Until she was gasping for breath.