Taming His Mistress [Revised]

(11) Crushing On My Boss

Shadow's POV:

Fuck, how could I forget? I had to stumble out of there fast before she saw my boner. It's very evident in these leather shorts. Holy shit. I have a crush on my new boss. Or at least a strong physical attraction. She's already given me a handful of boners.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I should have worn a suit. The cuts and scrapes stood out on my skin like blood in the snow. The bruises were fresh, yet all at different stages of healing. With the bandage gone from my head, a large red gash stood out. Not sure how I forgot those were there. Regardless, I kept the outfit on, I wanted to impress her. If she was impressed she didn't show it. It's hard to read her. I used to study people on the streets. I could always tell what they were thinking. With her, I can't. I suppose it doesn't matter. I just wanted to show my appreciation. It's really nice to sleep on a soft mattress and wake to breakfast. Richard is really nice too. He talks about Marylynn like she was the oxygen to his lungs. I admired their relationship. It's something I longed for.

I walked downstairs and found Angeline looking irritated.

"I'm ready," I said, causing her to look up.

"Did I give you permission to go into my library?" She asked coldly.

"N-no ma'am," I said.

"Just because you work for me does not give you permission to snoop around and take things that don't belong to you. You aren't on the streets anymore. You keep it up and you will be. Understood?" She said while buttoning up her coat. I swallowed nervously and nodded. She left without another word and I followed her. Shit, I must've crossed a line.

Seeing her library was like heaven. She had so many books. Some new, some old and worn from being read multiple times. I had found that one sitting on a desk. It had her photo on the back so I started to read it.

I sighed and remained silent for the whole drive to the dinner. I noticed Marylynn was in a trench coat as well. Angeline told me to put one on. I felt like a stripper getting ready to do a job. Twenty minutes later we arrived back at the club. I got out of the car and followed Angeline. The bouncer nodded at her and let us in. Marylynn and I followed Angeline down the hall and passed the stage. She opened the door to reveal a room as big as the main one. This room had tables everywhere that were set. Jake was standing in black leather pants.

He held on to a leash that was connected to the man I saw earlier. He wore an outfit similar to mine. Angeline greeted Jake with a kiss on the lips. Jealousy struck me once again.

"Got the collar for Shadow?" She asked him. He nodded and handed her a box. She opened it and gestured for me to come over. I walked up to her to see a plain, black collar with her name printed on it.

"Just so people know that you work for me," She said as she fastened it on. I didn't say anything but felt my heart lift. The collar was slightly heavy but I liked it. I felt like hers even though I just work for her. Marylynn walked over and I had to refrain from drooling. She had taken off her trench coat. She stood in a leathery dress and a garter belt. She had her hair pinned back in a bun style. I had to admit she looked hot as fuck. Richard was one lucky Hijo de puta.

"You can stop staring." Angeline snapped. I looked down embarrassed. My cheeks heated up as Marylynn snickered.

"Okay. Let's get this dinner officially started. Angeline Langston is an amazing author of the books we all know and love. Angeline will you please join me?" This older guy said from the mic. I looked up to see a small stage in front of the room. Angeline approached the stage still wearing her trench coat. People clapped when she stepped on the stage. I watched as she unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. The room erupted in hoots and catcalls. My eyes were glued to her as I watched her roll her eyes. She looked absolutely breathtaking and fucking sexy as hell. Her small, yet perfect, boobs stood proudly on display in the outfit she was wearing (if you can consider those clothes). The older guy eyed her like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to punch him in the nose.

"Thank you all for attending. My new book will be out shortly. I give an estimate of a month." Angeline said. The older guy smiled and stepped up to the mic, his hand resting on her exposed back just above her ass. My fists clenched.

"I have an announcement to make. Our company received a big grant to turn these books into a major motion picture. We will start filming soon!" He said. Everyone cheered except Angeline who kept a blank face. If it was a surprise she didn't show it. Instead, she looked at the older man like she wanted to kill him. Both exited the stage and she pulled the guy to the side. I stayed where I was because honestly, I didn't know where to be. Finally, Angeline made her way to me and directed me to one of the tables. We sat down and I noticed other men wearing leather pants at the table eyeing me. I could see some of them had subs who were on their knees on the floor. I leaned toward Angeline.

"Do I have to kneel too?" I asked her. She looked around then shook her head. I sighed in relief and some disappointment. I desperately wanted to fit in and I'm not sure why. This isn't really my scene, it's hers. However, I would do anything for her. Sounds weird but she rescued me. I just need to quit messing up so I don't end up back on the streets.

"So Mistress Angeline, is this your new submissive? It's been a while since you've last had one." This guy said. Angeline sipped her wine and looked up at the guy.

"No, he's my personal assistant," She answered.

"He looks like he got hit by a bus." Guy #2 chuckled.

"For all I know, it could have been," I replied to him with no trace of humor in my voice. He gave me an odd look and continued on without responding to me.

"So no sub yet?" Guy #1 asked.

"No." She answered. He nodded and picked up his drink.

"Looking for one?" He asked with a grin.

"No." She repeated.

"C'mon. You've seen this dick. You know you want it." He said with a wink.

"Yes, I have. However, it's not appealing to me," She said.

"So you like vagina?" He asked, his grin widening.

"And if I do?" She said with a small flirtatious smile.

"We can have something arranged." He said, placing his hand on her thigh. I clenched my hands and took a deep breath trying to calm my frantic heart. For some reason, I really didn't like him touching her. She leaned in closer to him.

"You touch me again, I will cut what little dick you have off," She said with a wicked smile. His smile disappeared and he paled. He removed his hand quickly and sipped his drink, avoiding everyone's gaze. Marylynn smiled and Angeline shrugged. The rest of the dinner consisted of mild chatting. I admired Angeline from a distance. Deep inside I knew I saw her before but I couldn't quite place it. Until I saw her portrait on the back of the book. I remember seeing her poster outside if a bookstore near my alley. She smiled and chatted with the others at the table. I barely listened to what they had to say and kept quiet while I nibbled on the food in front of me. I was too busy thinking, and refrained from shoving the food down my throat. Instincts told me that if I didn't, someone would steal it. My eyes traveled to Angeline as I watched her ramble on about her next book. This complete stranger came in like a hero and rescued me from the streets. I owe her everything.

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