I'm the boss..

Never mix business with pleasure..

'Zoey! I need a tea!'

'Sure thing!'

It's Friday afternoon..3 o clock, a few days since I agreed to be his..whatever he wanted me to be. Nothing has happened since that day. Not one thing. He hasn't touched me, made a remark about me or text or email me any rude things like he usually would. Maybe he doesn't want me to be whatever he wants me to be. Maybe he forgot? How could he possibly forget that? I agreed to have sex with him whenever he wanted me to do it! How can he forget that? I made his tea and then took in to him and passed him it. He took it off me and didn't even look at me while doing it. Have I done something wrong? Can I just go home? I don't want to be around him if he's going to be weird with me. I've done everything I need to and now I'm just his slave for the rest of the day. I don't want to be a damn slave!..Oh wait

'Zoey can you come here please?'

I walked out my office and in to his and sat on the chair that was placed next to his

'Yes boss?'

'I got an email back from that company telling me that we can go ahead and start making the centres. You did a good job kid, I'm proud of you'

'Thanks. I can't take all the credit, you did do most of it'

'You came up with the idea, and you calmed me down throughout it all and planned it all and drew the sketches and annotations and filed it and sent it off. You did a big portion of it kiddo'

'Thanks'

I smiled small and stood up and was about to walk in to my office until he grabbed my hand and pulled me down so I was sitting on his knee. 

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing'

'Zoey you've been quiet all week and you barely even sounded happy about what I just told you. What's wrong?'

'Nothing's wrong Justin. I guess I'm just tired from a long week'

'Do you want me to take you home so you can get some rest? You have had a busy week with all the slaving I've made you do'

'No it's fine, I'll stay here as long as you need me to'

'I could keep you here all day if I really wanted to just so there was me and you, but that's not fair to you if you're tired now is it?'

'I don't know'

'That's not the reason why you're moody. What's the real reason?'

'It is..'

'It isn't! Tell me what's wrong or else I can't help you'

He sat forward and pulled me closer in to him so his head was a few inches away from mine and his lips just a couple of centimetres from mine. How can someone be so perfect? Especially when he's mad!

'Nothing is wrong with me Justin. I just want to go home'

'I want to know why you want to go home'

'I'm tired'

'Give me the truth'

'I just did'

'Zoey..'

His hand suddenly grasped the top of my thigh and started to rise slowly and achingly up my leg. I looked in his eyes and saw a familiar gleam appear in them. Wait, is he doing this on purpose? He wants me to tell him that I want him? Why should I do it? I always do it! He can do it for once! I'm sick of having to do this. I'm going home. I sighed and pushed myself off him and in to my office collecting all my belongings and then walking out the office to the elevator