I'm fat but my cold boss is obsessed with my body
"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief.
"Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly.
Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?!
This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea.
I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white shirt.
Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment.
He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting?
"Can I pull my shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked.
"Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause.
He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test.
Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm.
"I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips."
My eyes widened in shock.
