Who is the Master

Who is the Master

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Amalea has had just about enough of her pig-headed boss Sam. Sam though has other ideas...

Summary

Amalea has had just about enough of her pig-headed boss Sam. Sam though has other ideas...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Just Another Day

Author Chapter Note

Just another day at the office takes a turn. This is Amalea's POV...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 16, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 16, 2017

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Chapter 1 – Just Another Day

Amalea's POV

“Where the fuck is Neubalm!” my boss rants before I can even sit at my desk this afternoon.

Rolling my eyes, I look at my compatriot in the trenches with me these last four years.  Her desk happens to be bumped in front of mine.  If not for her stabilizing element, I would have quit a long time ago.  Working at Laum Cutterburg Corp is so fucked up with having to satisfy the biggest prick ever!

Strangely though somehow in the view of others at the company, our boss Samuel North seems the exemplary employee.  No doubt he’s the best change agent in the business.  With the help of Deidra and I, no one else can work the magic the way he can in 90 days or less.  Sam (and never Samuel or God help your soul) really knows how to downsize any new acquisition by cutting the fat and working with what remains to optimal efficiency in short order.  A stronger parent company emerges drawing in higher yields on the stock market which makes those holding the purse strings so happy. 

The problem then?  Sam knows that he’s the best.  Isn't that why they've given him his own staff (us) and a private corner office?  You bet your ass it is!

As a result, Sam acts like a fucking diva!  Putting up with his insufferable tantrums and holier than thou attitude is prevalent.  Upper management couldn't give a shit about Deidra and I being treated worst than roadkill any given day.  Deidra and I are collateral damage in their eyes in comparison with the bottom line.  So why would today be any different?

“For Christ’s sake, Dee, what is it this time?  That girl in IT fail to blow him or something?” I ask out of the side of my mouth hoping Sam hasn’t seen me yet. 

None of my business, but I've caught him a time or two with the resident hussy sucking him off in his office.  Nope, I never let on that I knew the IT girl hid beneath his desk.  Of course, that had been months ago, yet it never ceases to amuse me how on purpose I lengthed my stay in his office for as long as possible while watching him try not to cum.

Snickering, my friend shakes her head that clinked with tiny colored beads on the ends of her long individual black and red braids.  Her flawless cocoa face grimaces with the newest yell we hear through his majesty’s closed door. 

What a damn pain in the ass!  No wonder he wasn't married because if Sam was, his wife would strangle him in his sleep. 

“Neubalm!”

Awww, Fuck!  How does Sam do that?  Does he have X-ray eyes and can see through walls to know I'm here?

“Seriously, do you have any idea what’s crawled up his ass for a tickle?” I ask in a low tone while searching my friend’s dark brown eyes for some clue. 

“You drew the short straw today, girlie.  He’s adamant about wanting to see you about whatever it is.”  Deidra points at me with the rise and lower of her shoulders.

Shrugging off my coat quickly, I set it to the side.  In a lower drawer of my desk, I dump my purse.  I’ve not tasted one sip of coffee yet today since I arrive late from my doctor’s appointment.  A grimace dominates my face, too.  Dealing with Sam’s latest lament is not what I sought to accomplish at the end of the day.

“I swear I need this kind of luck like a hole in the head.”

“Hey, it was your bright ass idea to come to work.”  Deidra bursts out laughing and dribbles coffee down her cream blouse.  Serves her right!  “Shit!”  She starts coughing while wiping at her chest with a napkin she finds in her desk.

I shake my head understanding just how it all works in my favor.  “You know karma, Dee.”  I strut my bright ass into my boss’ office hoping for the best.  Knowing Sam as well as I do, the rest of my day won't be an improvement.

“Awww, none of that shit, Amalea!”  She crosses herself with a frown.  “You don’t know what kind of spirits are listening.”

As I touch the boss’ doorknob, I sigh knowing how superstitious Dee is.  I try not to snicker at her.  “No give backs.  Sorry.”  Glancing back, I stick my tongue out at her.

“Oh, that’s classy and adult!”

I watch Deidra’s shocked face before she slings on her jacket trying hard to cover up the coffee stain.  “Shit!  I don’t have time to change before my date!”  Angrily my friend takes up her purse to leave early.  She's been looking forward to seeing her man Sterling who traveled out of town for business last week.

Shaking my head again, I enter my boss’ posh office with a chuckle.  It glints in a chrome design.  Everything's sterile and metallic.  No warmth in the minimalist space yet stylish and impersonal all the same.  Maybe because he has no personal effects around him gave it that cold feel.

Sam sits behind his big modern desk in quite a mood by his furrowed forehead and blond eyebrows meeting.  Without looking up at me, he stares fixed at the three large computer screens before him.  Muttering incoherently to himself, he types at his keyboard with the random click of the mouse. 

“How nice of you to join us, Neubalm.  Where have you been all day?” he inquires almost sweetly.  After what I heard before entering, I don’t believe his tone an iota.

“Told you a week ago and even put it on your calendar that I would be in late today.  Dee would help you prep for the meeting with our department head and the CEO.”

Sam stares up at me with his chilly green eyes.  “Bullshit!”

I shake my head and approach his desk with the clench of my jaw.  Snatching his wireless mouse off the mouse pad, I click over to his apps and pull up his calendar.  I scroll through today’s activities.  Then I highlight my addition to his schedule as big as the aquiline nose on his handsome yet brooding face if he had the nerve to open the damn app himself. 

“And there you have it,” I say with the sour downturn of my mouth.  As usual, I have to point out the obvious.

“Humph!”

“Yeah, I have to agree all the way,” I say with my nod.

Sam glares at me standing next to him in my narrow pinstripe skirt and ocean blue blouse as he sits a little straighter in his management chair with his loosened Tattersall tie.  Sam snatches the mouse out of my hand not quite pouting, but it sure as hell looks like it. 

“The meeting would have gone better had you been there instead of Dee.  You know how nervous she gets speaking in front of the department heads.”

I wave a hand at him in dismissal.  “She just needs more practice, and you exaggerate as usual.  You did fine.”  I hear that straight from the CEO's assistant with whom I am friendly.

“And how would you know?  You weren’t here!”

I face him leaning forward on his desk.  “I know everything!  They loved the presentation and the fact that Dee was nervous only endeared them more to you as you swept in and saved the day.  You killed it as usual and managed to come off human while doing so.  Who knew you could be?”

He pouts more.  “Next time be here.”

“Ahhh, it almost sounds as if you need me, Sam, when we both know how untrue that is.  So why don’t you try telling me what this is really about?”

Sam glares at me colder than ever somehow.  “I’ve heard rumors that Andrews tries to recruit you.”

Standing up straight, I fold my hands across my chest.  “And you thought I went for an interview?  Is that really the reason for your rapier attitude right now?”

Sam shifts uncomfortably in his seat.  He doesn’t take his eyes off mine regardless.  “He extended the offer that you become his executive assistant and threw in an extra 10 grand a year,” he states with the clench of his jaw.

I offer a smirk.  It’s one of the best offers I receive since coming to work for LC Corp.  “It sounds like I'm not the only one around here in the know.”

Sam stands and leans into my face.  I don’t move as he glowers down at me.  Even in my heels, he’s taller than me.  Wider in the shoulder, too.  I feel the menace rolling off him in waves of discord, but for once I could not really give a damn.

The days where I’m intimidated by his verbal actions and body language are long gone.  I’m a different woman now.  I know too much.  More than Deidra ever would, and it’s not something I would ever share with her either.

“Fuck!  You don’t even deny it?!” Sam yells while narrowing his eyes.

“Why the hell would I ever lie?  Or does loyalty mean nothing to you anymore?”

Sam tilts his head at me looking even more incensed than before.  “You’re fuckin’ lecturing me about loyalty when you’re fuckin’ interviewing with that sack of shit Andrews behind my back?  I thought you, Dee and I were a team?”

I chuckle at that ironic question.  How convenient for us to be a "team" when it most benefits him!  What nerve!  “Where you get all the spoils, huh, capt’n?” I mock with my fists sitting pretty on my slim hips now.

Sam grits a sneer at me.  “That I share with you and Dee!  So at least give me a fuckin’ break for seeing what’s right in front of me!”

“Sure, okay!  Andrews offered all you said, but that interview was not today, smartass.”  I smirk at him even more.  “It was last week on my own time.”

His green eyes widen in disbelief.  “Were you ever going to tell me?  You fuckin’ accepted what that weasel’s offered you, didn't you?” he growls in my face. 

“Is that what you want to hear?  Huh?  Or that you're the one pushing me right out the door to him?” I yell right back in his face. 

Sam snatches me into his arms after he tosses off his reading glasses on his desk.  Astounded, I gasp when my back meets the glass of his floor to ceiling windows roughly.  I'm jarred by the heat and violence of his proximity.  It makes me grunt when his hand holds my wrists above my head.  His mouth swoops over mine, and his tongue invades me stealing my breath.  Long delicious sweeps of him taste me with care.  The shocking thing is that I let him. 

My confusion mounts.  This perplexing boss of mine kisses me like a man who wants me for more than the verbal punching bag I feel before this act.  The real question is, do I want him? 

During the rare occasions Sam acts like a human and not an asshole I want to drop kick, he respects Deidra and me for the opinion we give about our shared work.  In that way, he looks to us as equals... almost.  Sam doesn’t express it often enough (because he’s a self-absorbed prick!), but he’s fair to us the majority of the time.  Aside from his moodiness and temper, we learn to work around these shortcomings.

Passion blankets me with the continual brush of his soft lips.  How can Sam conquer me so effortlessly from one amazing toe-tingling kiss?  How can the press of his hard body against mine make me more aware of his maleness, growing below or the heat that rushes through me scrambling my thoughts?

Sam’s lips pull slowly away from mine.  Face to face, we pant sharing the same air and its sound through our mouths is all that is heard other than my rampant heartbeat.  His green eyes stare into my light brown for stretches of moments where neither of us says a word.  A gradual smirk twitches at the corner of his wicked mouth like he can read my every emotion from my face. 

Brazen hands draw down my shoulders and over my collarbone, to squeeze my firm tits.  My breath stutters from me again with a heartbeat that ramps up for another race.  Their daring do not stop at caressing my tiny waist.  Around my slender body, his big hands cup my tight ass forcing me into greater contact with him.  A sharp intake of breath at the grind of his hardness growing below, I feel scorched by it and the mold I make to him.

I don’t like how unsettled my thoughts are and shove him away from me.  “Just who do you think you are?  Huh?”

“I’m the one taking what I want,” Sam replies wrapping an arm around my waist while his other hand reaches into my pinned-up brown hair with golden highlights.

“Oh, no you won’t!”  I knock his hands away as I pant with more excitement. 

Sam seems to realize this as he lifts his blond eyebrow at me.  “I think you want me to, Amalea.”

I cross my arms in front of his heaving chest so that there is some separation between him and my hardened nipples in the thin nylon cups of my bra.  “I think you’re disillusioned!  You think you can insult and fuck me?  Not even on a good day, Mr. North.”  I storm away from him heading for the door.

I nearly reach it when he grabs my arm.  “I bet I can!”

I shove Sam hard at the shoulder when he looks once again to try and kiss me.  Yeah, the first one may have been free, but he would pay dearly for any more of me.  “No, you can’t!  I am sick and tired of your chauvinistic temperament.  You can take it and this job and shove it up your jackass!  I quit!” 

I turn on my heel and strut away leaving his office door open on my way out. 


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