I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 5

It was crazy to think that it was already the middle of the week. You still felt stuck in that interview, when you had just first opened the door and met him face to face, your breathing stopped and your heart leaping out of your chest. You wondered just how many other sixteen year old girls could call their boss the love of their life. It was strange, inappropriate, unusual, but you loved it nonetheless. Sometimes when you missed him at home, you would fiddle with his credit card in your hand, running your fingers across his name, closing your eyes and thinking about the way he touched you. Every time your parents brought up his name, your work, how things were going, you tried your hardest not to just leap up in the air and spill everything excitedly. You were so overjoyed and you had nobody else but him to share it with. When you texted your friends, you blabbed about how boring your job was, putting up a front. If they knew, rumors would only circulate like a wildfire, and you couldn’t imagine what would happen when you came back to school. Perhaps they’d even get the school faculty involved. You cringed. That wouldn’t happen. You wouldn’t let anyone know. You would die with this secret if you had to. You’d take it to your grave.

               You were tempted to almost text him several times, in the evening when you missed him after a day of work, but you decided against it. He had told you he had the number of your work phone and would contact you if need be. You didn’t want to come off as clingy or annoying. He was probably busy with much more important things. After running several errands in the morning, you returned to his office for your next task and that’s when he beckoned you to come over to his desk. “Come here darling,” he insists. “I want you to do something for me.”

               “Yes sir,” you instantly reply, walking towards him. Today you had decided to wear a soft pink dress with a blazer.

               “Sit on my lap, babygirl,” he whispers, swiveling your hips towards him. You do as told. He opens up his laptop and types in an address, then points. “I want you to pick out some of your favorites.”

               “B-Brendon,” you stutter out his name, shaking your head. “No, I can’t. You already spoil me enough.”

               “It’s not for you, sweetheart,” he purrs in your ear. “It’s for me. Now choose the ones you’d like to have. You can pick as many as you’d like.”

               He’s pulled up a website full of lingerie, different colors and materials and styles. You hesitantly place a hand on his mouse, then scroll through the selections. A red lace one with black trim catches your eye, another silver corset with several cut outs, a navy blue thong, a simple black bodice piece, a strappy pastel pink one… “I’ve never worn anything like this before,” you admit, embarrassed. “I don’t know, it might not look good on me.”

               “Kitten, anything looks good on you,” he insists. “I promise, you will look a thousand times better than the models on this website. In fact, you already do.” He places a soft kiss on your neck. “I just want to make you feel good. I want to treat you. I want to make you feel like the princess you really are. Okay?”

               “I’ve never owned such things,” you still rambled on. “Where would I put them? Do they even have any in my size?”

               “Darling, don’t worry about it,” he soothes. “Just pick the ones you’d like. How about we start out with five to begin with.”