Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 1

Work has been pure chaos lately. The office bustling with people. More to do in a day than we can do in a week, it seems. So when my boss, Mr. Carrington asks me to assist him at a conference for a week, I don't hesitate to agree. Before I even speak with husband, the hotel is booked.

My husband is less than thrilled. Not because he doesn't support me, but because that means he has to arrange care for our kids and manage our home without me. Something that's never happened.

As we begin to prepare for the trip, on our last day in office, Mr. Carrington throws a wrench in my plans. "Madelyn," he begins, "I'd like you to ride with me this week. It will save the company on travel reimbursements, and I can have you on email duty while I drive." I immediately agree. Driving alone is fine, but it's a long trip across the state. "Good, I need you ready to leave after lunch tomorrow, say 14:00? It's about a 7 hour drive."

That causes me to hesitate. "Sir, I didn't think we were leaving until Monday? Isn't the conference Tuesday to Saturday?"

Dismissing me he says, "I have things to attend to before the conference begins. Go ahead home for the day to finish packing. And don't forget swimwear and a couple of banquet friendly choices." A little annoyed, I head home.

Later that night, I am all packed up and fighting with my husband about the change in plans. Ultimately, we go to bed annoyed, and I follow the directions of my boss.

Mr. Carrington is around 55. He's tall, has dark hair with a decent amount of grey, and has a matching beard. He is solid, but not all muscle. He has incredible eyes, and is all around very good looking. He and his wife have been together forever, and she's just as beautiful as he is handsome. Their oldest son, Donavan, also works here in management. He's my age, 35, and is just as good looking as his father.

Saturday arrives, and promptly at 14:00, Mr. Carrington pulls into my driveway in his black Navigator. "Hello Madelyn," he greets me as I come out of the house dressed in skinny jeans, brown leather boots and a low-cut yellow top. My shoulder length curls as wild and unmanageable as ever. My husband is behind me bringing out my bags, with the kids in tow. "Hey! Sorry about this. They wanted to see me off." Turning to Jason as he loads my bags in the car, "this is my husband, Jason. Jase, this is Dimitri Carrington, my boss." I notice a tick in Jason's jaw as his eyes roam over me and then Mr. Carrington. Thankfully, he doesn't say anything. After pleasantries and goodbyes, we are on the road.

We travel for a bit, mostly in silence, with him taking several calls that I choose not to intrude on. Instead, I relax and watch as the city fades away and we get on country roads. "You have a lovely family, Madelyn," Mr. Carrington breaks the silence. Slightly startled, I jump a little and then smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Carring..."

"it's Dimitri, Madelyn," he cuts me off.

I stutter a little, "umm, okay, well, thank you, Dimitri."

We ride a little longer, about an hour into the drive now, and Dimitri breaks the silence again. "And if I haven't told you, you look nice. Much more comfortable than what you choose to wear in office."

I feel his eyes on me. Blushing a little, "thank you, Sir," I say it innocently, but your eyes flare a little when I speak.

For the next couple of hours, we talk business. It's almost 18:00 and he mentions needing to stop for gas. "Are you hungry yet? There's a nice restaurant near here if you like Greek."

My eyes light up and my smile widens, "Mmmm. Greek is my favorite, Sir. That sounds great."

He eyes flare again, and he grins a little, "Good to know. Maybe I can make a Greek special my grandmother taught me while we are at the cabin this week." And then, he's parked and out pumping gas.

Did he say cabin? What happened to the hotel?