The CEO's Wife

Chapter 6

The Promotion

Melody Young

Here I was standing in my boss' guest bathroom staring into the mirror at myself trying to figure out what I was supposed to do now. I should have walked home like I usually do, but instead, I got my dumb ass in his car and got my secret discovered because I wanna take my ass to his house instead of telling him to take me home.

"You work there?" he asked me. I was looking into the mirror and I could see him staring at me. His voice was ranging somewhere between concerned and disgusted but I'm not sure which it is. Personally, I'm leaning more toward disgusted judging by the narrowed eyes and frown he wore while saying it.

"Yes," I replied dryly.

"Why?" he asked. "I mean, don't you make enough money working for us? Why would you need to work in a place like that?" he leaned his weight against the doorway and slipped his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. He removed them a second later and took his off his tie which he hung over his shoulders before unbuttoning the top button on his white dress shirt.

I turned around and looked him up and down. "that's personal." I shout back.

"and I respect that," he replied just as quickly as I had answered him. He stepped further into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing!?" I shouted. I was trying to be loud, but it just came out that way. He threw his hands up and moved his body back against the door.

"Will you calm down; I'm trying to keep your personal business private. The maids really don't know what privacy is." He replied. "and my uncle randomly walks into my house sometimes. I don't know how he got a key, but he has one and he likes to walk into my house without calling first."

"Maybe you should hire better help." I said to him.

"there is none," he replied. "these women worked for the family who owned this house before me so I'm new not them and plus I don't like letting new people in my house."

"but I'm here," I replied.

"do you plan on stealing anything?" he asked. I shook my head.

"I'm not the thief." I answered.

"you're just a striper-"

"bartender," I corrected him. "I'm a bartender not a damn stripper."

"sorry," he replied. "bartender, noted."

I turned around to the mirror and tired to focus my attention on my hair, but I could see him staring at me.

"are you just gonna stare at me until I tell you what you want to hear?" I asked. He nodded and moved away from the door. He walked over to the counter. This was supposed to be a guest bathroom, but there were his and her sinks. He was able to sit on the other end of the counter and look at me.

"Please stop staring at me." I said to him.

"If you tell me what I wanna know I'll happily stop whatever it is that's bothering you." He said with a simple smile.

"I didn't come here for this." She said to him.

"Why did you come here." He asked still giving me the stare of a curious child.

"because I felt.... I didn't want to walk home alone." I replied. "it didn't feel safe."

"Have you don't that before?" he asked.