My new boss is an extremely hot...werewolf?

My new boss is an extremely hot...werewolf? Chapter Twenty Four

I woke up to the sun spilling through a crack in the curtains and I winced closing my eyes and turning around to face away from it. Nice way to start the morning, my eyes being seared out of their sockets accompanied by a headache the size of Nicki Minaj's ass.

I opened my eyes again to see Dylan, sound asleep, and I looked around the room. I don't even remember how we got there, but we did, and it was a place I'd never been before. Using my awesome mystery solving skills, I established that it was probably his place.

It was a nice place from what I could tell. He had a big room and it was clean. I like it when a man can take care of himself. I looked beside me and saw that I had forty minutes to get to work, and I had no idea how far away I was from the office. So I snuck out of bed and started putting my clothes back on. Same ones as yesterday. No doubt that's going to raise some questions, but at least I'll be showing up, and on time hopefully.

"Trying to ditch me again?" I heard a groggy voice say as I made my way to the door and I turned around with a sheepish smile,

"Morning." I replied and he chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

"Morning indeed." he yawned and stretched and I shifted my weight back and forth uncomfortably, in a rush to leave,

"I kinda have to go to work now, but last night was really fun!" I smiled opening the door and was half way out before he said something else.

"Call me. We should do it again sometime."

I turned my head back and smiled at him,

"Yeah, I will. Bye." I said before closing the door and jogging out of the apartment. I feel bad for leading him on this way. He's such a nice guy and all I'm doing is using him as a shoulder to lean on when I need it... along with some other things. Which he provides gladly, so I don't neccessarily feel like I'm taking advantage of him. Hopefully he doesn't either, because he's been a really good friend to me lately.

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When I entered the office, three minutes late, hair a mess, Mr. Roland eyed me up and down, and chewing on his coffee stirring stick.

"Where were you last night?" he asked and I shrugged,

"I don't know, out and about." I replied noncholantly and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"With who?",

"Does it matter?",

"Yes.",

"Why?" I asked, becoming irritated and it seemed like he was feeling the same way.

"Why are you being so defensive? I already know you fucked whoever it was you were with Miss "I think I can go to work with the same clothes as yesterday without being noticed" and on top of that you have a major case of sex hair. I would know, I've seen my fair share of sex hair. So who was the lucky guy?" he asked with a sneer and I scoffed.

"You're a pig." I spat and he chuckled,

"Oink." he grinned a naughty grin and I looked away, not wanting to fall under his spell.

"You know I could file for sexual harrassment." I threatened him and he gasped exaggeratedly,

"I. Am so. Worried." he said, being over dramatic and then smiled, "Your empty threats don't scare me in the least, Kimberly. I know there's no way in hell you want to see this pretty little face behind bars, you know how many men are going to want to rape me in there?Tons. Of course I could take down anyone of them, but imagine the toll it will take on my state of mind. Also, I'll never be released on probation if I keep kicking everyone's ass in jail." he rambled on and I sighed, sitting down at my desk.