Chapter 13

Kharis POV
My heart raced the moment he asked me to microwave the pastrami sandwich.
"You do know how to use a microwave right?"
He asked and the awkward expression on my face gave my ignorance away.
Do you even know what a microwave is? He asked while observing me from head to toe. I became angry and felt insulted.
I do know how to operate a microwave Sir, but, I have a problem operating the microwave in your kitchen. That particular one seems very complicated but not to worry, I'll figure it out and serve the sandwich in 20 minutes.
I stood there waiting for an answer but it looked as though we were in a staring contest. Since he refused to say anything anymore, I walked away, picked up the sandwich and headed to the kitchen.
While on my way to the kitchen, I kept praying to the stars to make operating the microwave easy. I couldn't afford to lose another job on my first day simply because of my incompetence. I knew I would have nowhere to go and going back to my parents house is the beginning of another nightmare.
I was really scared. I picked up a towel and started by cleaning the microwave. I found a plug and connected it to the socket. Finding a switch was really difficult, all the buttons looked similar and had no indications on them.
Before I could even find the switch on button, I felt a masculine body pressed against my back. He was really close to me. Was I dreaming. His scent was masculine, musky and sharp. The air around me turned fragrant, as if packed with the aroma of aloe. I couldn't define him more, even the richest smelling flowers stood second to him.
Can I say his fragrance was intoxicating. It made me weak. I wanted to sniff on him. Sleep in his arms, digest the smell and fall asleep.
While trying to take it all in. He reached out to my hands, used my fingers to make traces on the microwave's body till I found the switch and turned it on. Putting on the switch was intense and happened quickly like though he caressed my breast with his tongue and gave my nipple a quick intense bite.
I swear I felt my coochie drip with juice. Its been a while any man made me feel that way. I was thirsty and hungry for him and then, it hit me, I was his maid not his girlfriend, wife or mistress.
Immediately, I shifted away from his body and stood far away, fidgeting with my dress.
He noticed the nervousness and drift, I could tell from the way he looked at me.
"After putting on the switch, regulate the temperature by rotating this button. As for the timing, press this one"
I looked at the way he explained everything to me. He was patient, confident and sweet. But, wasn't any of this too early? How can I fall for my boss in just a day. He is young and wealthy and what if he is also a player. What if he has numerous New York women at his beck and call.
I have suffered and tolerated way too much because I chose to be ignorant and vulnerable. I was free and I didn't plan on letting my guard down again, even for a man like Frederick.
Thank you Sir for teaching me. I'll bring the sandwich in the next few minutes, I said to him and walked away to get a tray. I'm sure he took it as a cue to vacate the kitchen - because he left.
I finished microwaving the pastrami sandwich and took it to the dining table.
The sandwich is here Sir, I uttered…
Do you want me to leave the documentary I'm watching here in the living room to come over there because of a sandwich. Its dinner Kharis, you can easily serve it here, he answered in a manly voice.
Don't worry, I didn't feel embarrassed or angry. As a matter of fact, I was used to being spoken to like that. I picked the tray and took it to where he sat. Bon Appetit, I said to him with a smile...
Kharis Pov
His eyes were fixed on the movie he was watching, so, he didn't utter a thank you. Silly of me to think my boss was going to say "thank you" to me for serving him a snack.
I walked away to my room. If he needed me, he was going to holla at me. Besides, there was nothing left to do - I had cleaned the kitchen already.
As I sat on the edge of my bed, I closed my eyes and began reminiscing about his touch and the way it felt. I couldn't wait to plant feather-like kisses on his neck and trace my wet lips from his nipple all the way down to his belly button. I had never seen his naked body talk and I wondered how he looked.
He must be a goddess, I presumed. He is a fine young man and I saw the way women looked at him at the restaurant.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a good girl with naughty vibes. I've had a boyfriend once. We attended high school together and life was amazing at the time. I remember when my ex-boyfriend gave me my first head. It was sensational, steamy and I had multiple orgasms.
Here I was pleading in my head to have my boss lick and suck my coochie. Anyways, none of that was going to happen, I said to myself and sat down properly.
I began thinking about my parents. I'm sure they must be devastated by my absence and disappearance. I still had not gotten a call from them yet. Well, they'll be fine without me. i Know it will be hard for them but they will be fine on their own. Moments like these helps me to appreciate them the more