Everyone in the office looked up as the door to the boss's office opened. The accountant Paul Heyman had been there for his monthly visit with their boss Roman Reigns. No one liked Paul but Roman seemed to be pleased with the man's work.
"Rosalind," Paul smiled ominously. "Mister Reigns would like to see you in his office."
"Thank you, mister Heyman," Rosalind said.
She could feel the eyes of all her coworkers as she stood up and nervously tried to smoothe down her knee long, red skirt so it didn't look out of place. No one wanted to look like a slob when going to the boss's office.
"She's in trouble," Brie whispered.
"She's getting fired," Nikki whispered.
"And on her birthday of all days," Brie whispered.
Brie's twin sister Nikki snickered in return. The twins were annoying but they were good at their jobs which was why Roman still kept them around. Rosalind pretended not to hear them. She kept her back straight as she walked over to the open door leading into the so called forbidden office. No one came in there without an invite, and rumor had it that invites were never good to get.
She took a look at her boss. He looked good in that grey checkered suit and his hair neatly pulled back in a bun. He was well aware of the effect he had on every woman working for him. They all found him attractive and scary at the same time.
"You wanted to see me, Mister Reigns," she said.
He raised his eyes from the paper on his desk and took in the woman standing in the open door, trying not to show him that she was nervous. He smirked as his brown eyes caught her emerald green eyes. Her long, amber hair was pulled back in a bun as well. The only difference was hers was higher on her head than his was on his head.
"Yes, Rosalind," he held out his hand. "Please, shut the door."
"So fired," Nikki's voice reached Rosalind.
Rosalind ignored the twins and closed the door behind her. Roman beckened his hand in the air and she walked towards him. She had never felt so unsure about walking in heels before. She hated heels and only wore them at work to look presentable for the job. Suddenly she felt like a clown about to twist around and break both ankles.
"Don't be scared," he said. "Come here."
She stopped in front of the desk and he smirked again.
"No, come here," he said.
He pointed at the floor next to him. She walked around the desk and stopped next to him. He turned his office chair to face her. She was higher up than him when he remained seated like that, but they were both aware that he still held all the power.
"I hear it's your birthday," he said.
"That is correct," she said.
"I know it is. I'm never wrong," he smirked. "I called you in here to wish you happy birthday."
He placed both hands on her hips, never breaking eye contact with her.
"So happy birthday," he said.
"Thank you, mister Reigns," she said.
"Mister Reigns," he chuckled. "I love it when you call me that. Say it again."
"Mister Reigns," she said.
"Mister Reigns," he repeated. "There's such power in that word. Mister. Don't you think?"
"Yes," she said lowly.
His hands traveled around her waist. He found the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down. His hands went back to her hips, grabbed the skirt and pulled it down her legs. He took in the sight of her little, black, lace thong and licked his lips.
"I have a present for you," he said.
"What is it?" She whispered.
As if she didn't already have a pretty good idea with her skirt being down by her feet. He hooked the thong with his fingers and sent it down to join the skirt on the floor. He stood up to his full height, and she suddenly felt small. He pushed the paper he had been looking at on his desk to the side, grabbed her and sat her on the desk.
"Mister Reigns," she said. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. He was busy untying his tie.
"This is not very sanitary," she said. "And people can walk in. If anyone sees us, I'm..."
"Ssh," he shushed her. "Open."
He had folded his tie several times and was holding it in front of her mouth. She opened her mouth, and he pushed the tie into her mouth.
"Bite down on it," he said. "You better be quiet or we're gonna have a situation here that none of us want."
He sat back down on his chair, grabbed her knees and yanked her ass to the edge of the table. She was taken by surprise and fell back on her elbows. She was just about to push herself back up to sit but he placed her legs over his shoulders and forced her down on her back that way.
"Do not make a sound," he said.
He leaned in and ran his tongue up between her folds. One single stroke as a warning and then he went all in. He wasn't teasing her or trying to prolong it. He meant serious business. Her hands moved around on the table, desperately trying to find something to squeeze but nothing was there. Instead she ran her nails over the wood before arching her back and crying out as lowly as possible.
His tongue disappeared from her crotch, and her legs were lowered again. She felt him caress her thighs before he stood up and leaned over her. He had that smirk on his face again. He knew he had won. He took the tie out of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her.
"Happy birthday, my love," he said.
"You idiot!" She hissed.
"You loved it," he grinned.
"People could have heard or walked in here," she said.
"So?" He shrugged. "Then I would have fired them. Perks of dating the boss. There's a reason I let people build up all those shitty ideas in their heads about what a cold ass man I am. I never did anything to make them believe that. I just never corrected them."
He helped her up from the table and sat back down. He picked her thong and skirt up from the floor and helped her back into both items. She turned her back against him so he could zip up her skirt again. When he looked up at her, she was looking over her shoulder at him.
"I never believed those rumors," she said.
"I know. Otherwise we wouldn't be here. We never would have started dating. You would have been too scared," he said. "I do hate we have to keep it a secret for now but I don't want anyone in the office giving you a hard time. I know how those twins can be."
She turned around and leaned down to kiss him.
"I can wait. I'm starting my new job next month, and then no one can give us any shit about it anymore," she said.
"I'm gonna miss being able to call you into the office like this," he smirked.
"I'll stop by with lunch every Monday. I get Mondays off," she said.
"Oh, you dirty devil," he chuckled.
He grabbed her chin gently and kissed her. He leaned back enough to look at her lips. For some weird reason from the first second he laid eyes on her when hiring her, those lips had taken all his attention. He wanted to kiss her from the first second. He held back on that urge for as long as it took until he couldn't hold back anymore. It had paid off. They were now dating, and he couldn't be more happy. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip and smiled.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said. "What the hell am I gonna tell them in there? They think you called me in here to fire me."
He grabbed the piece of paper he had been looking at when she first entered, and handed it to her.
"New ruleset for the office. We went over it together," he said. "It has come to my attention by this lovely worker of mine that people think there are certain rules in place around here that I never set. It's time that people know I'm not as cold and mean as they think."
She grinned at him. She was the one bringing the rules to him that apparently had never existed to begin with. She looked down at the paper and chuckled at the first one.
"Heels aren't mandatory," she said. "I love you so much, Roman. Thank you."
"I know how much you hate them. I've told you time and time again to not wear them. I know you've been struggling with the idea because you don't want the twins to call you out on it. Well, now they can't. I say flat shoes are okay for women too," he said.
She smiled at him, walked around the desk, placed her hands on it and leaned over just enough for him to get a small glimpse of what was hiding under that white blouse that wasn't buttoned up all the way.
"Thank you, mister Reigns," she said.
He smirked again. A smirk she knew all too well.
"You have to work late today, miss," he said.
"Oh no," she acted surprised. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Nothing you can't fix by working late tonight," he licked his lips. "And this time the office door stays open. No one will be here to hear you scream."