Dabbling in Danger

Boss Man

Adeen

Dinner with my wife was a bust. I don't know why I thought it'd turn out any other way.

I shake my head as I try concentrating on the notes on my computer screen. I figured I'd work from the office today, give myself a change of environment.

I zone out again thinking of last night... Honestly it wouldn't have been so bad had Tiana respected my wishes. I specifically asked her to only get two drinks. I tried to work with her, I really did, but it's as always. She gets her way just little then she's snatching up everything she can grab. And let's not forget her infamous words, "I'm grown I don't have to answer to you, you're my husband not my father."

She loves to use that line. And I have no way to combat it because, yes she is right I have no grounds to control her. And two, frankly I don't care to put that much energy into it anymore. I let her drink, had a couple myself and ignored her as best I could without her getting indignant about it.

I scoff shaking my head at the memory when my assistant cracks open my office door and pokes her head in.

"Mr. Hutchinson," she calls out. "I have those annual receipts you asked me to gather."

I look up from the computer screen and ask her to come on in.

Christina is a pretty girl. I can tell she spends a lot of time on her appearance because there's never a smudge of make-up, wrinkled shirt, or hair out of place.

Today she has her hair dangling in braids decorated with wooden beads. She pulls her full, yellow painted lips into a smile as she stands before my desk.

"Nice to see you at the office today sir," she places the stack of receipts rubber banned together on my desk. "What's the occasion?"

I pick the stack up, "the ladies at my house are driving me crazy," I halfway joke.

She laughs, her braids swing with the movement, "I hear that. My sister is the reason I'm so eager to get here and work."

"Ah, so that's why you're so bubbly," I say.

She gives me a shy smile then giggles looking away from me.

She asks, "did you want me to bring you the Billard files from last quarter?"

"That would be great, no need to rush though. I've got a few things here I need to catch up on."

"Yes sir," she smiles and saunters to the door again.

I find myself watching after her as she goes, observing how her restricting brown skirt blends in so well with her skin tone. If I were to look too fast, I'd think she were naked.

Before she goes she turns back to me displaying her semi unbuttoned blouse that shows off her plentiful amount of cleavage.

"Did you want a coffee or anything?" she asks.

"No thank you dear... You're looking really nice today by the way."

Christina blushes, if she could turn red she would. She throws a few glances my way with a permanent smile on her face and finally excuses herself.

I don't know why I said that. I guess because it's true, she does look nice today, but she looks nice everyday, why'd I choose today to tell her? I start to imagine what my hand would look like pressed against Christina's ass.

I clear my throat hoping it'd help clear my thoughts, but instead I think of the waitress from last night.

The woman was in all black uniform, but she made sure to get size, 'skin-tight.' Once I realized how my wife was going to act for the rest of the night, I took to ogling at the pretty waitresses around me shamelessly.

In the end, my thoughts trailed right back to where they always do. Just like right now. Malina's back on my mind and I'm thinking of undressing her.