The Boss [LGBT]

Bonus Chapter

"If he is then I'll just put him back in his old spot."

"Alright," Michael said. "Welcome to the 24th floor, Emerson Lane."

"He has no idea what he's in for."

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When I went down to the 23rd floor to tell everyone that Donald was retiring, I first spotted the lovely backside of Emerson. He was leaning over a cubicle wall and his pants should've been tighter so his ass could leave no imagination. I told everyone about Donald, and the Michael fetched Emerson for me. When I asked him if he wanted to be my assistant, he was stunned, and he has a cute shocked face. He took a moment to answer, though, and I was nervous. I really wanted Emerson to work for me. So when he said "of course" I was very pleased.

Later on, when he was moving all of his stuff to his desk, I found him looking out the window, and I was mesmerized by the way he looked. I wanted to know what he saw, and as he stood there, the sun shining on his face, he looked beautiful, which is really the first time I saw him other than "hot" or "sexy."

"Nice view, isn't it?" I asked. I was talking about him, but he had no way of knowing that.

"Uh yeah, lovely," he replied. He was so nervous. I knew he'd eventually come around, though.

Emerson was entertaining. He fell asleep on the couch, and since I hadn't given him any tasks then he probably would be bored out of his mind. I gawked at him for a while when he slept, because he looked really desirable when he slept. His arms were over his head and his shirt was pulled up so I could see his lean torso. It's like he was just asking me to take him right then and there. I started to wake him up though so we could go to Donald's retirement party. I discovered he was an extremely heavy sleeper, so it took a while to wake him. He was embarrassed out of his mind when he woke up, but I tried to reassure him that he wouldn't get in trouble. He failed to realize that I was not a regular boss. I quite enjoyed his nerves, but I wanted him to open up, too. He did open up, by accident. He told me about his coming out story and how he was still basically a virgin. Sure, he had sex, but clearly no man had given him what he needs, which just tempted me more. He reminded me of Julliard, though, and new ideas formed in my head. I had to thank him for that in the end. Once we went to my shrink, he fell asleep on the couch again, looking incredible again. After that first day, I could really get use to him.

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I decided to pick him up the next day. Then I took him shopping. I told Marion to give him my sexiest line of clothing to try on. Tight pants, skimpy shirts. I could tell Emerson knew why I made him wear these clothes, but he surprisingly didn't say anything. I took the liberty to stare at his ass as we left. A person shouldn't be able to have that perfect ass.

Unfortunately, even though he was looking incredible, my father called, and I guess Emerson would have to learn about my family strains sooner or later. I didn't tell him the whole ordeal, but he could tell there was something up because I didn't look happy. So he offered to rub my feet. I decided to show him first, because I was just tempted to. I learned that he's very ticklish, and he has the nicest laugh I had ever heard. It was just so full of joy, it made me smile. He rubbed my feet for a little while, but I was already in a better mood. I took the chance to touch his hands by rubbing them, and they were very warm, contrasting with mine because my hands are constantly cold. They felt wonderful.

After Emerson left, I was alone in the office for hours. I finished my work, and I just sat around for a while. I worked out, but then I just stared out the window, doing nothing. I got a phone call and sighed. I didn't want to answer it, but I did anyway. To my surprise and delight, it was Emerson, and I was shocked because he offered to come and help me since he wasn't tired. It wasn't often that people called me to help. I usually called for help, or they called for my help.