“You’ve been working for me for a couple of months, and you know more about me than most.”
“I work for you.”
“Not any more. Don’t over-complicate our situation.” He pulled away from her. She couldn’t help but blush when he grabbed a towel to press between her legs.
“I don’t mean to over-complicate matters.”He turned her around and kissed her.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
She nodded her head without hesitating.
“I want you every second of every minute of every day. I don’t need time for me to know that I want you. I know who you are. You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. I love being in your company. I want you, Ursula. Not just the sex. The sex is great, but I want you. All of you.” He tipped her head back. She had no choice but to gaze at him.
Ursula knew she was falling for him. Stephen made her think about so many things all at once. Licking her lips, she glanced down at his lips before returning to stare into his hypnotic eyes. As silly as it sounded, she knew she was falling in love with him.
“I’ll be back later with food. Rest, and I’ll see you soon.” He kissed her a last time, long and lingering. She heard the door then the car as he drove off.
Dressing quickly, she cleared away the small amount of food she’d prepared then went upstairs to begin unpacking her clothes. She opened the door to his closet, which looked like a spare bedroom that housed all of his clothes. Staring at his suits, she ran a hand over each item of clothing. He had spectacular taste in clothes. She loved seeing him in dashing suits.
Ursula hung each item of clothing on the spare hangers. Her clothing looked cheap compared to his. She shook her head on the way out, thinking about their relationship and all the reasons it wouldn’t work.
He’s older than I, but that makes him experienced. You love his company even though he can be grumpy.
She fought with her inner self trying to find the reasons they couldn’t work. Instead, she always found excuses. She ran herself a bath, undressing in front of the mirror to gaze at her body.
How could a wealthy, sexy businessman like Stephen Knox want her?
Her breasts were too large with big nipples. She’d seen enough naked women in Paul’s porn flicks to know men liked big tits with small nipples. Her waist rounded in then curved out for her big hips and chunky thighs. She would never possess the body of a size twelve, let alone someone much smaller. Most of the time when she went shopping she tried not to see the size of her clothing. She had come to accept she was the bigger, fuller woman. Being with Stephen made her nervous. What if he tried to change her? Would he request she go on a diet?
If he didn’t like you the way you are, he wouldn’t be moving you in or sleeping with you.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. For whatever reason, Stephen had picked her. While it lasted she wouldn’t do anything to change their situation. Her body hummed with the sexual excitement he created. She missed him already. Grabbing her watch, she checked the time then got in the lukewarm water. She looked forward to him coming home.
Once she was done with her bath, she went downstairs, made herself a cup of tea, and waited for her man to arrive home. She settled for a romance movie while she had her textbook resting on her lap.
Stephen returned home several hours later. He looked tired, but he held two bags of Chinese food. They ate in front of the television, her feet resting in his lap. She felt so comfortable with him, as if they’d been together for years not months. Their time together had started when she began to work for him. The tension between them had started when they first met. He stroked her leg while they ate. It was the first time since leaving home that she felt so at ease. She knew she could happily spend the rest of her life like this.
****
Two days later
Paul couldn’t believe that bitch had kicked him out. After all he’d done for her. No man would want her. He scuffed his shoes along the pavement feeling the anger bubble up inside him. His family wanted nothing to do with him. They thought he was a no-good piece of shit.
Who wanted to work anyway? Life was so much better when a woman went out and did all the work. He liked staying at home, watching porn and wanking all day. Now he had no home, no girlfriend, and no way to get a job.
Living in an apartment with the promise of paying rent at the end of the month would only last him a couple of weeks. If the landlord had been a girl he’d have offered to bang her for living free. His luck was truly down, and it was because of that bitch.
He couldn’t believe she’d been cheating on him and with that wealthy son of a bitch, too.
Cursing, he walked into the job centre in an attempt to find a job. He’d find one, then get a woman, move in, and then get fired like he’d done with Ursula. His plan always worked. At twenty-five he could easily bag a woman.