did what I always do when someone is getting on my nerves, I disconnected.
Amanda
Amanda was an odd sort she stumbled and bumbled around but always got the job done. To an outsider they might even wonder how on earth she managed it.
Today was no different and she was late. She had dressed casually and basically ran onboard the plane to get her seat in first class next to her boss.
Normally James would have been an ass and made his assistant ride in second class seating , but why waste a chance on toying with Amanda? What better way to do so than on a first class flight to Mexico?
James wasted no time getting started.
“Amanda, you are dressed inappropriately for business.” James reached over with an air of contempt and fingered the threads on her ripped jeans.
“And a blazer, Amanda?
That pissed me off. Who the hell did this guy think that he was?
“Excuse me!?!”
James lazily eyed Amanda as if he resented even having to expound on the issue. “It means, either dress like a bum, or dress business, but please don’t have the audacity to mix the two.”
I leaned over and hissed, “Hey buddy, I don’t need this job! You have been provoking me from the first day that I arrived. What is your problem?”
“Well Amanda, the fact that you tried to embezzle me out of millions of dollars could have something to do with it.”
“Hey buddy; it isn’t my fault that you two didn’t seal the deal.”
“Paper work is how I caught you Amanda. You tried to play beat the clock and you lost. Now instead of owning Images, I own you. ”
“I own 49% of it, James.”
James glared down on me , “My 51% trumps your 49%.”
“Hmm, whatever, James.”
“You need discipline, Amanda.”
“Yeah, and I bet you are just the guy to deliver it aren’t you?”
I glared as I awaited an answer and the only thing that I got was a sardonic rising of one brow. I sure as hell wasn’t going to waste my time trying to figure out my boss’s body language.
The rest of the flight was spent in silence. I stayed on my laptop as soon as they permitted it. Fuck him, I didn’t like him anyway!
Really to be honest with you, I’m glad that I finally stood up to him. I have every intention of quitting this job after this weekend anyway, John’s whining I can put up with , but this guys arrogance; no way! He was forcing me to be his gofer as payback for trying to sabotage his company, ‘Images.’
I mad e my way into my room and carelessly tossed my luggage on the bed. I have always had a tint of rebellion beneath my surface and for some reason this guy; brings it out.
Amanda
I eyed myself in the mirror and was quite pleased with what I saw. If this jerk wanted dressed up, then so be it.
I had dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a white button up shirt that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy. I wore burgundy heels which accented the split in the front of the skirt, a split that went high enough to be c lassy and sexy at the same time; a term that I call ‘sapiosexual.’ (Google it)
James
I saw her as soon as she entered. Hell, every man in the place did. She was so fucking hot. I squirmed in my chair in order to ward off the stiffening that was beginning to occur within my well tailored suit. Visions of burying my nine inch cock down into that hotness of hers, was becoming a distraction.
I couldn’t help but get some self satisfaction out of seeing my boss’s reaction to my attire. No matter how well he tried to hide it, I could tell that he was checking me out. I made my way to the table to sit by our client and
Amanda
Amanda was an odd sort she stumbled and bumbled around but always got the job done. To an outsider they might even wonder how on earth she managed it.
Today was no different and she was late. She had dressed casually and basically ran onboard the plane to get her seat in first class next to her boss.
Normally James would have been an ass and made his assistant ride in second class seating , but why waste a chance on toying with Amanda? What better way to do so than on a first class flight to Mexico?
James wasted no time getting started.
“Amanda, you are dressed inappropriately for business.” James reached over with an air of contempt and fingered the threads on her ripped jeans.
“And a blazer, Amanda?
That pissed me off. Who the hell did this guy think that he was?
“Excuse me!?!”
James lazily eyed Amanda as if he resented even having to expound on the issue. “It means, either dress like a bum, or dress business, but please don’t have the audacity to mix the two.”
I leaned over and hissed, “Hey buddy, I don’t need this job! You have been provoking me from the first day that I arrived. What is your problem?”
“Well Amanda, the fact that you tried to embezzle me out of millions of dollars could have something to do with it.”
“Hey buddy; it isn’t my fault that you two didn’t seal the deal.”
“Paper work is how I caught you Amanda. You tried to play beat the clock and you lost. Now instead of owning Images, I own you. ”
“I own 49% of it, James.”
James glared down on me , “My 51% trumps your 49%.”
“Hmm, whatever, James.”
“You need discipline, Amanda.”
“Yeah, and I bet you are just the guy to deliver it aren’t you?”
I glared as I awaited an answer and the only thing that I got was a sardonic rising of one brow. I sure as hell wasn’t going to waste my time trying to figure out my boss’s body language.
The rest of the flight was spent in silence. I stayed on my laptop as soon as they permitted it. Fuck him, I didn’t like him anyway!
Really to be honest with you, I’m glad that I finally stood up to him. I have every intention of quitting this job after this weekend anyway, John’s whining I can put up with , but this guys arrogance; no way! He was forcing me to be his gofer as payback for trying to sabotage his company, ‘Images.’
I mad e my way into my room and carelessly tossed my luggage on the bed. I have always had a tint of rebellion beneath my surface and for some reason this guy; brings it out.
Amanda
I eyed myself in the mirror and was quite pleased with what I saw. If this jerk wanted dressed up, then so be it.
I had dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a white button up shirt that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy. I wore burgundy heels which accented the split in the front of the skirt, a split that went high enough to be c lassy and sexy at the same time; a term that I call ‘sapiosexual.’ (Google it)
James
I saw her as soon as she entered. Hell, every man in the place did. She was so fucking hot. I squirmed in my chair in order to ward off the stiffening that was beginning to occur within my well tailored suit. Visions of burying my nine inch cock down into that hotness of hers, was becoming a distraction.
I couldn’t help but get some self satisfaction out of seeing my boss’s reaction to my attire. No matter how well he tried to hide it, I could tell that he was checking me out. I made my way to the table to sit by our client and
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