Boss in the Sheets

Chapter 11: Safe Shore

I opened my eyes, I had to force them open, I didn't know what to expect to see, probably the ceiling of my room, and finally woke up from this unbearable nightmare, I wished this was an actual nightmare, considering no matter how bad it is, it would be better than reality, better than his fingertips on my chin and I'll eventually wake up from it and face a reality where I'd have control.

But the way my whole body is trembling, shaking at the idea of his hands on my skin, the same hands that made me feel float, are the hands that now make me stick closer and closer to the ground hoping that sucks me into the utmost depth there is.

Unfortunately, this was not a nightmare, well it is but not in the technical sense, not the ones that end with a ringing alarm, or waking up in the middle of the night.

My eyes perceived his face, his strong features, a furious gaze with his puppy eyes, his hand let go of my chin, both forearms on his thighs, kept his eyes on mine, getting less furious by the second, only for confusion to take over and make an unreadable expression.

I, on the other hand, was soaking in my thoughts, my fears, and a splinter of hope that I wish wasn't there, I know this sounds crazy as if I'm now suffering from Stockholm syndrome, or my mind was under a spell cast by a monster who wanted to have full control, and it's sad that his spell works, and I am not working or functioning right. The way I always have.

He looked at me for a sweet moment, then stared down at his hands, looking distressed as if I was, maybe I was a bit deeper in that rabbit hole than he was, but he should be feeling some kind of way about this situation, I've just thrown an unexpected bomb at him.

His first words were "Really? Rose, that's how little you think of me?"

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to read his expression and get a hold of his demeanor, maybe I'd understand his words better because I didn't see why I didn't have my doubts about him or think anything twice. does he expect me to believe that all this was a coincidence, a God's plan, something meant to happen and we're meant to be?

"I'm just uhm, doubting this whole situation that uhm seems to be beyond my understanding," I said with all the confusion my voice could carry.

" You're complicating something very simple," he said, this time calmer and somehow came to calm me as well

" I have no intention to do such a thing, I'm here washing your dirty laundry, and apparently the dirt is making you uncomfortable "

"Rose" his eyes on mine, trying to get through my haunted soul, the soul he could take out of my body altered it and let it back in haunted by him.

He added, "Rose, I don't know how to make this clearer for you, what we had was a beautiful encounter."

" You call it beautiful, I find it creepy; and please if this is why you called for me, please let me go do my work or you can fire me and you won't have to deal with me anymore "

" No, this wasn't why I called for you, I was just delighted to see you unexpectedly, and I wanted to welcome you as a friend and a coworker "

" You realize I'm not your friend and not your coworker, I work for you, you're my boss"

"We can work on the friend thing, and you don't need to worry about your job I have no intention of losing a valuable intern."

" So, I guess I can excuse myself, sir?"

" Rose! C'mon, I'm trying here and I hope you see what we have as I see it. "

" Mr. Rogers, if you're sincere, and my accusations were just–groundless accusations and you care, I'd be grateful if you actually stop bringing it up and preferably you forget about everything before today "