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PAULINE

“Polina, they only send you for death,” my boss threw with wild irritation. His blue-black eyebrow arched contemptuously, he looked at me in such a way that there was no doubt: I disgust him.

I really want to shave those eyebrows, honestly! Then he would be quite handsome.

I sighed noisily, and the smell of the monster invaded my lungs. She took a step back from the director's desk. It smells amazing, of course.

But still a bastard.

- Yes that with you today, Polina! You rush back and forth, but there is no sense in your running around!

But he talks to me like that all the time, can you imagine? Well, freak! Yes, I just ran a 100m down the hallway doing Mister Perfect's 300th errand of the day. Friday never ended. Running circles around our huge office building in high heels is not an easy task. I got wet, my blouse stuck to my body. And now the tormentor looks at me with obvious disdain, although it is because of him that I feel like a lathered little pony.

I just slammed a hefty pile of reports he requested on the table in front of my boss. On, choke, fiend of hell!

Three months ago, I entered the full disposal of Yegor Bulansky, although before that I calmly worked for his brother, Andrei Nikolaevich, a sweet and intelligent man who treated me like a porcelain vase, carefully, correctly. Oh blessed times! I had enough time for everything, I did the work for five plus, and I drank tea with friends from the purchasing department, and helped the girls choose beautiful handbags via the Internet.

And bam! Trouble has come! The family business has been reshuffled. Precious Andrei Nikolaevich went to lead the new division of the holding, and his brother took his place.

The new director quickly fell into disrepute. The owner's youngest son, Yegor, after many years of study, professional practice and travel around the world, took over the management of the company, which is part of Papa's holding.

How many epithets this thirty-two-year-old handsome man received as a reward from the team! Gorgeous bastard, Vile despot, Mr. Arrogance and so on.

His beauty could only compete with his mischief. For the past three months now, I've been coming to the waiting room with mixed feelings and never know what set-up to expect. What else will he order? For what offense will he severely reprimand? What else will you be dissatisfied with? He tortures me like a galley slave.

“Polina, what does it smell like here, ventilate the reception room immediately! I hope this is not your perfume?

“Do you know that today you were twelve minutes forty-six seconds late? No, I didn’t time it with a stopwatch, why did you decide that?

“I will ask you never to appear at the workplace in this form again, this is unacceptable! I don't want our partners to think they're in a brothel!"

“Where is the report on the Trade Service project? Who told you that you only need it on Wednesday? What the hell?! I needed the report two days ago!”

“From now on, try to fit your communication with relatives into the lunch break.”

“Polina, you are doing everything to make me doubt your competence!”

Freak. Jerk.

But he's great. I've already seen him naked.

Um… Almost. Not absolutely, of course.

Once, when we had a corporate trip to a country hotel. There we were divided into teams and forced to frolic with the ball in the outdoor pool, demonstrating solidarity and team spirit.

I will never forget the moment I saw the boss in just swim shorts. The picture is forever burned into my memory. It is unlikely that someday you will be able to see the boss almost naked. Pulling himself up on his hands, he shot up over the edge of the pool ... An impeccable body, entwined with pumped muscles, a magnificent ass covered with wet cloth ... A chest with dark growth, a wet black strip of hair running down a flat stomach, under the elastic band of shorts. The press, molded entirely from cubes ... Intricate and beautiful tattoos on the shoulders and arms ...

He emerged exactly at my feet, I shifted on the edge, stomped, feeling the coolness of the tiles and grains of sand with my feet. She stood in a bathing suit and a stupid rubber cap, not daring to jump into the cool water. She was shivering from the cold. And then from the bowels of the blue water he emerged, perfection itself, all in crystal splashes of water.

- Why are you rubbing, Polina, jump already, you have goosebumps, - he wrinkled his eyes, slashing his eyes at my bare thighs. It lingered on my chest - from the cold my nipples turned into two ice peas and now clearly stood out under the elastic fabric of the swimsuit.

I quickly wrapped my arms around myself and hid. How terrible it is to feel inadequate all the time! And this is exactly how I felt during our close communication with Mr. Bulansky.

Oh, well, of course, he himself is an ideal! He has a beautiful chiseled face with sharp features, a strong-willed chin and eyebrows forever shifted to the bridge of the nose. Luxurious dark hair is always in disarray, bangs periodically fall on the forehead. This mess on the head compensates for excessive neatness in clothes, brings a note of bohemianism to his appearance. The look of transparent gray-blue eyes is icy, arrogant, dismissive.

Why did this moron get such an appearance?

Now, as then by the pool, I stomped uncertainly next to the boss - on his right side. Through the glass surface of the table, where the folders did not block the view, I could see his thigh, covered with the dark gray fabric of an expensive suit.

Yegor Nikolaevich began casually leafing through the documents I had brought.

- Where are you? Why so long? With your sluggishness, you need to constantly add extra minutes, or even hours, to your schedule! You are clumsy, like an old turtle.

Also called names. Lord, how did you get it!

I'm not a turtle, I'm smart! And not old, but young, I'm only twenty-five. And in general, before the appearance of this monster in the company, no one had any claims against me. And now the feeling that the boss is trying to survive me does not leave me, he doesn’t like everything, everything irritates me.

- Did you remake the presentation for Trade Service?

- Um...

- Just don't say no. Not?! How it looks like you, Polina!

I'm thinking, perhaps he has found a place for some of his girlfriends, and I get in the way? Looking for an excuse to get fired?

I won't give up without a fight! Craps! I am a single working girl, there is no one to feed me. I don't have rich parents like Bulansky. But there is an outstanding loan for a Citroen, a pretty turquoise crossover with a black roof. I love him as much as I hate my boss.

Because of the loan, you have to cut all other expenses. My dream is to save money and make repairs in my apartment, inherited from my grandmother. While you have to live almost in the field, an old one-room apartment, in a gray panel house built half a century ago, everything is crumbling, falling apart.

I involuntarily sighed, remembering that the tile had fallen off in the toilet, and the pipes in the bathroom had rusted. She glanced around. Well, at least at work, luxury surrounds me.

Bulansky's office was on the twentieth floor of an office high-rise, and through floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows one could see the city, over which the autumn twilight was gathering. A custom-made glass table on massive dark wood pedestals, a huge leather sofa, two incomprehensible stone sculptures, a couple of armchairs and a low table. There is no other furniture in this huge aquarium-like office.

- Pauline! What are you thinking about? I asked you a question and have been waiting for an answer for three minutes! Where is the printout of the slides on Trade Service?

Raging again. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. The sleeves of the snow-white shirt are rolled up to the elbows, the knot of the tie is loosened, the look is gloomy flickering. Dissatisfied. He looks up from the bottom up, drilling his gray-blue eyes. A dark strand fell on his forehead.

Suddenly, I don’t know why, I suddenly feel that now more than anything else in the world I want to: a) reach out and remove this strand from my forehead b) squeeze his powerful jaw with my fingers and press, press until he growls in pain.

I hate!

And the working day, by the way, is long over. Not only do I constantly recycle, but you won’t even get gratitude. He brought me to such a state that I would have been delighted with even the smallest praise. But no, this happiness is not familiar to me.

- I. Everything. I redid it, - I rapped out, bleeding with poison, and pushed the slide printouts for the presentation to the boss’s elbow. I wanted to lift a pile of papers over my head, and then unclench my fingers. So that the sheets scatter all over the table and plan on the floor.

Bulansky studied the printouts for several minutes, and then took a red marker and began to nervously scribble papers.

Devil! Yes, as much as possible! He doesn't like everything! But I followed his instructions and did everything as he ordered. Yes, I did not sleep half the night, redoing this fucking presentation!

Well, my patience has run out. I snorted contemptuously.

- Why do you have to delete everything? Did your parents buy felt-tip pens as a child? Didn't draw enough?

The marker froze above the paper. Yegor Nikolaevich slowly raised his head, turned to me and looked straight into my eyes...

*****

The ice burns and is very strong. The icy look of his incredibly beautiful eyes, framed by black eyelashes, literally seared me. Then the boss put the marker aside and slowly got up from the chair ... Taking a step towards me, he reached out his hand, grabbed my wrist and forced me to approach him.

What's happening?!

It suddenly became very scary. I've been his assistant for so many weeks, and this is the first time he's allowed himself to touch me. Yes, a couple of times, maybe I hit my elbow or shoulder. By chance. But so that like this - firmly take the hand and forcefully pull it to him ... What does he want? What does he need?

Thoughts were confused, I did not understand anything, I was seized by panic. And all of a sudden, I felt a hot wave run down my back. A firm grip on my wrist, an indisputable gesture, a feeling of insignificance next to this big and tall man, and even my boss.

And in the next moment, something incredible happened, beyond comprehension. Mr. Bulansky suddenly pressed me to him and ... kissed my lips with a kiss.

I did not even have time to gasp in astonishment, my mouth was busy. Just huddled in the grip of his arms like a captured butterfly. A strong hand on the back of my head and the second on my ass allowed Yegor to clearly control the process, I didn’t even have the opportunity to move my hands, they were tightly pressed to the body. He hugged me like a bear!

In the next minute, the protest and indignation evaporated, they disappeared somewhere. The kiss was amazing, no one had ever kissed me like this before. I felt my knees buckling and almost hung on Bulansky's arms. But he did not stop, continued a passionate kiss, crushed my lips, burned with his breath.

A whole swarm of panicky thoughts flashed through my head, and the most important thing was that my work in the company was put a fat cross. There is nothing else for me to do here. The director is clearly going to make his workdays more intense and varied. But I do not agree to play the role of a convenient gadget in the waiting room, which can be used at lunchtime to relieve stress. In short, I'm not going to be the director's litter!

And Yegor, meanwhile, lifted me by the hips and seated me on the table. He shamelessly pulled up my skirt and let out a hoarse sigh when he saw that I was not wearing pantyhose, but stockings with a wide lace elastic band.

I wanted to tell him that sex with my boss and eating live centipedes were right next to each other in my priority system, but… my body made it very clear that it didn't support that view. All my iron principles in an instant disappeared somewhere, because Yegor again covered my lips with his, pressing me by the neck, and his right hand had already penetrated under the skirt. He strongly squeezed me there and I have no doubt, I immediately realized that now in this office it was not only him who was aroused. And it is still unknown which of us was more aroused.

A burning mixture of indignation and desire washed over me in hot waves, my nipples hardened so that it itched and ached, the taste of a kiss remained in my mouth and the sensations were such that I immediately wanted to pull the man to myself and greedily bite into his lips.

And I really wanted to slap him in the face. I hated him with all my heart!

For a moment, Yegor froze and even moved away a little, loosening his grip. He seemed to be fighting with himself, waiting for me to stop him. And I… could no longer do it. The chorus of panicky thoughts in my head fell silent, only one thought remained - so what now ... let it be.

It is clear that I will have to resign from the company. We will not be able to work with Bulansky. So, at least for the last time, throw a feast, because I have been on a starvation diet for a year now. Let my boss (almost ex) be a damned despot and moron, a self-satisfied fool, but he is a gorgeous man with an amazing body and awesome smell. Right now, in this moment, I wanted him madly, passionately.

He understood it.

He again approached close to the edge of the tabletop, spreading my legs, and he did it so brazenly and unceremoniously that there was no doubt that he always gets what he wants. You'd think I sat on his desk every day!

Bulansky now placed his left hand on my small of the back, the heat of his broad palm seared me, and I arched involuntarily and shuddered with surging desire. His face was very close, we intensely bored each other with eyes and panted, while the fingers of his right hand made their way under the elastic lace of panties and began to gently caress the clitoris.

I well imagined what he feels with his fingers ... the same thing that I feel when suddenly arousal rolls under a hot shower and I have to give myself first aid. So Yegor is now touching the wet, silky bosom, flowing with juices, swollen in anticipation of close pleasure.

Waves of treacherous desire rolled over one after another, depriving him of the ability to think, his heart pounded in his temples like a hammer, and there was no strength to emerge from the stream of sensual obsession.

He bewitched me both with his kiss and with what he was doing now with shameless fingers between my legs ...

I'm already fully prepared. I tremble, suffocate with passion. For three months he tormented me with nit-picking and assaults, and now, in just two minutes, he brought me close to the border beyond which heaven opens. He is a real virtuoso.

To him!

“Polina, my God, you’re completely wet,” Bulansky breathed hoarsely. His face convulsed as if in pain.

A few more skillful finger movements, a determined penetration, and I couldn't help moaning. Moaning muffledly, I buried my face in Yegor's chest, touched the hot neck in the unbuttoned shirt collar, and stroked it. Then she slid her hand down and squeezed the hard cock through the fabric of her trousers. It was nice to feel its hardness, to feel it pulsing in my palm. It tore off the roof.

I fidgeted on the table, squeezing Yegor's sides with my hips and pushing harder on his fingers. It is not clear which of us was now more languishing with desire - the director or myself.

To hell! Retire anyway...

I grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled - the buttons spattered like a fan, fell on the floor. Surprise flashed in Bulansky's gray-blue eyes, and again, as then in the pool, I saw this beauty in front of me. Tanned muscular body. Effective tattoos. Powerful pectoral muscles with dark hair growth, inflated embossed abs…

She pressed her lips to the hot skin, began to kiss, enjoying its smoothness and taste. She slipped her hands under her open shirt, hugged her waist, and dug her fingers into her back. Bulansky threw his head back and either growled or groaned. In the next moment, we were kissing again, biting our lips, intertwining our tongues and pressing against each other with all our might, imprinting our bodies into each other. They both lost their minds, me and him. It was kind of crazy. What are we doing!

I forced my hands down between our bodies and tugged on the strap. Bulansky pulled away, and I was able to unbutton his trousers and pull down his boxers. And he laid me back on the table, pushing a few folders and notebooks and slowly began to pull off my panties.

Weightless lace glided over the hips, knees, ankles, and with it the remnants of will and prudence disappeared. The boss turned the process into a real torment, so I wanted him not to stand on ceremony, but to break them. But the boss most likely wanted to give me one last chance. Now I could still protest, refuse... No, I couldn't!

Without waiting for objections, the boss pulled me closer by the hips and invaded so powerfully and decisively that I could not hold back a plaintive sob. This sound, born deep in the chest, spilled like honey from the lips. Probably, there was such passion and pleasure in it that Bulansky instantly resonated like a string - he responded with a response moan, and then began furiously ramming me.

Each thrust was a spasm of pleasure, my muscles tightening and throbbing. Soon Egor fell on top, not stopping the movement, he spread me flat on the table, found my hands and intertwined my fingers, and all this time continued to hammer into me, inexorably bringing both of us closer to the denouement.

We exploded at the same time, a joint convulsion swept through our intertwined bodies. The orgasm was bright and dazzling, like a rainbow, like a revelation, I almost screamed, and Yegor buried himself in my shoulder and, mooing, sank his teeth into the silk fabric of the blouse. Soon the spasms of pleasure subsided, my partner's body, which had just been iron, went limp, he crushed me, making it impossible to breathe.

The pleasure that I experienced was so amazing that I suddenly felt a kind of gratitude towards the boss.

And he whispered through clenched teeth:

- It should have been done a long time ago. Why didn't I fuck you before? You wouldn't play Miss Inaccessible.

It was like a cold shower. From hatred and disgust darkened in the eyes. I twitched, trying to throw off this scoundrel. When he released me, and I slowly slid off the table, I realized that my legs were not holding. She pulled her skirt down, straightened it ... She staggered on stilettos - it’s unlikely that now I can take even a step. But we need to get together.

Bulansky, apparently, understood this, he supported me by the elbow.

- Are you okay? – inquisitively looked into my face and removed a strand of hair stuck to my cheek.

- Go to hell! I spat, hitting him on the arm to keep him from climbing. - Back off!

- Polina, wait, don't leave, - he tried to grab my wrist, but I pulled away again.

- Back off, I said, don't mess with me, goat! I cried out with tears in my voice and, gathering all my strength, moved towards the exit. My legs did not obey, as if I had run a marathon distance. But I still tried to straighten my back and lift my chin. She bit her lips nervously, not allowing herself to burst into tears, it was still not enough to throw a tantrum in the director's office. The boss, of course, is a freak, but I myself am good - he left me the opportunity to refuse, but I ignored it.

“Polina,” he said again after me, but I was already in the waiting room. She could not resist and that she had the strength to finally slam the door.

Wow ... Called the boss a goat and a jerk. And ruined his expensive shirt. It's okay, he has a whole warehouse of them, I saw them in the dressing room in his personal rest room.

But he left me without a job, and solving this issue will be much more difficult than changing a shirt.