Marrying The Asshole

Chapter 12

Nicole's P.O.V

I can't believe I just had sex with my boss, I thought to myself. I doused my face with water and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Even worse...I have to go back in there and act like nothing happened! Talk about tension. I took and deep breath and closed my eyes. I could still feel his hands all over me. The way he manhandled me, holding me right at my climax. I shuddered and took another breath. This shouldn't have happened! Damn him! If he wasn't staring at me the way he did....well maybe if I just told him...ugh! I groaned as my mind scattered. I have to quit, this is just going to lead to something worse. Oh my god!? What if he has a girlfriend I don't know about. This can't be happening to me. There was a knock on the bathroom door pulling me out of my thoughts. "I'm coming out" I yelled frustrated with the situation at hand. Alright Nicole, suck it up no matter what. Back straight, head high. I threw some water on my face for good measure, dried off and walked out. I thought it was a women who knocked but it was Carl standing out in the hallway. "Uh, hey." I said. He leaned off the wall with an expression I couldn't read. "Hey yourself." He tilted his head to one side. "Are you alright? You look like you just seen a ghost." I felt my face start to heat up but I tried looking neutral anyway. "Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Why wouldn't I be?" He looked confused and then realization crossed over his expression. "He got to you didn't he?" I started to shake my head. "I don't  know what y-" 

"Save it. You don't have to lie to me. Also, your shirt is untucked from your skirt." He said. I quickly looked down and realized I just confirmed his suspicion because my shirt was tucked in but I looked anyway. I looked up at his and blushed uncontrollably. "Relax, it's not my business. He's had a thing for you since that first night we saw you at the club. Don't take it personal but he only pursued you because I showed interest first." He said and shrugged. I processed what he said and was about to spit back an insult until I remembered he's also one of my bosses. "Thats an arrogant thing to say" I said crossing my arms. "I have no reason to lie. He probably does but I don't." He said. "No reason besides jealousy. I mean you just bashed your partner and friend for what reason? To make a point or state a fact. Whatever the reason, I don't care. I'll judge him on what I see. But thank you for your concern, if you'd even call it that." I turned on my heels and walked back to the office.

Paul's P.O.V

I was facing the window looking out to the city when Ms. Anderson walked in. There was instant tension in the air. I smirked slightly and stayed facing the window. I expected to hear a woman's most famous words, 'we need to talk'.  They always said that when they're nervous about something amazing that happened but regretted. I heard her footsteps behind me until they came to a stop. I turned my head slightly, waiting for her to speak. "Alright, we had sex and that wasn't the smartest idea. Truth be told, I don't regret it but I will say, it wouldn't be smart for us to let it happen again. Would you agree?" She ask. I stood briefly in surprised. Did I hear her correctly? I turned and studied her face, searching for some sort of hidden emotion. There was nothing. She was willing to roll with the punches. I like that,...maybe..just maybe, she might last longer than the others. We'll see. "No, it wouldn't  be smart but that doesn't mean it won't happen again." I said. She shrugged and exhale deeply. I watched her twiddle her thumbs, bite her lip, and pace in frustration. "Sit down." I said in a hard tone, females start to think they have some sort of authority because they managed to get inside your pants. Not with me, she'll learn that soon enough. She sat and looked at me expectantly.

"We will uphold the professional relationship during business hours and inside the office. As you probably know, I'm not interested in serious relationships, or any emotional relationship for that matter. I don't need you sobbing your sad little tears everywhere and giving me extra baggage to deal with. No- "  I was cut off when she threw a... I looked down at my suit then at the ground. A marker...she threw a marker at me.  I just stared at her. "First of all, don't flatter yourself , your not worth my tears. That was for the women that DID cry for you. Now, there's no need for you to be the cold hearted asshole with me. You're going to find out soon enough I'm not another little notch on your goddamn bedpost, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't compare me to your...conquests. Keeping the game face during business hours is a good idea considering I'll always be with you. If I have any thoughts on this I'll talk to you straight forward, just don't insult my intelligence or personality with a fucking comparison to some air headed females." She huffed, sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. I grinned, trying my damned best not to laugh.  I shook my head and sat back at the desk. "If your finished with the books, you can take the rest of the day off. It'll probably be your last for the next couple of months." I wasn't looking at her but I felt her staring at me. I would even bet she was in shock. "Wow, thank you." She walked to the door, then turned around. "Maybe your not that bad" she said. When I looked up and arched my eyebrow, she seemed to reconsider because she rolled her eyes and left. Ms. Anderson was turning out to be somewhat of a mystery box. I wonder what will pop out next.