My New Boss

Chapter Two | The Hotshot

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. I spent all week trying to make Alec's transition into the company as easy for him as possible. We were both knee-deep in paperwork and meetings. Staying busy helped keep my mind focused on work but I still found it difficult to swallow back my desires.

I was at my wit's end. The built-up stress needed a release, aka, some good ol' fashioned drunken debauchery. Ever since Diane retired, I had skipped the end of the week ritual of breaking bread with my co-workers. I wasn't going to turn them down tonight. When Brenda and Michael strolled up at the end of the day, I slumped over in my chair and stuck my tongue out.

"Someone get this girl a loaf of bread," Michael cried, a grin plastered on his face. He was more of Brenda's friend than mine.

"You do look famished." Brenda walked up and patted my shoulder. "There, there."

"I'm not just hungry. I'm ravenous," I replied, patting my stomach.

"I take it-" she sat on the corner of my desk, "-this means you'll be joining us tonight?" I nodded. They shared a look and then high fived. I raised an eyebrow.

Michael shrugged. "We thought we were going to have to try harder."

"Yes, yes, I get it. I have been a stick in the mud lately."

The door to Alec's office opened and he stepped out. I scrambled to compose myself. His eyes settled on us. I swallowed hard. He flashed us a quick smile and headed our direction but a woman from the art department scurried over, blocking his path. Or rather my view of his sexy stride.

"We are all headed over to The Hotshot. It's a bar down the street. It's our little Friday tradition. Do you want to join us?" the woman asked him.

Why did she invite him? Management was never invited. It's an unspoken but sacred rule. The point was to forget about him over the weekend.

Alec rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know. It's a little inappropriate."

That wasn't good to know. If he thought drinking with his staff was inappropriate, then what would he think about my desire to fuck him into oblivion?

"Everyone goes." She cooed. "We just have a few drinks. No pressure. It will help break the ice."

That lying hussy. A few? They were all a bunch of lushes. She clearly wanted to take advantage of him while he was drunk. I sent him a telepathic message compelling him to say no, which as usual didn't work.

"Everyone?" He hesitated. For a second, I could have sworn his gaze darted to me. "Alright, I'll go for one drink."

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The Hotshot's drink menu was dangerous. The dozen upon dozens of shots, all divided by price, made it really easy to go overboard. Each shot sounded as interesting, and as tasty, as the last. I wasn't much of a drinker but it was one of my life goals to try them all at least once.

Brenda set three Sun-Kissed shots down on the table. "Cheers," she said, picking one up.

"Cheers!" I cried in unison and selected a shot of my own. Michael echoed us. I swallowed the shot in one gulp. The liquor was spicy and smoked with a lemony aftertaste. My taste buds tingled as it went down.

Brenda giggled and leaned over. She whispered in my ear, "That was almost as good as sex."

I rolled my eyes and whispered back, "That's because you haven't had sex with me yet," I teased. She let out a barking laugh and swatted my shoulder.