Hey everyonee,
So here it is, the very new chapter 11. Let me know what you think ;)
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Chapter 11
„You can do this!"
That was her mantra all morning.
„You can do this."
It was Monday. So, the day after that day. Bo woke up after what seemed like 5 minutes of sleep. She tossed and turned for what felt like hours before her mind was okay with her to lock the office for the night.
Her body was heavy. Maybe she shouldn't have taken that run after she came home yesterday evening. But she had so much anger bottled up. Anger because she felt those waves of desire flooding over her every senses and left her hot and cold and needy like she had never been before.
Well, run was maybe laid on a bit thick, but she did run up all those damn stairs – even though the elevator actually did work this time. A broken clock is also right twice a day, right?
So maybe run was indeed the right term. However one wanted to call it, the end result was that her body was heavy. And tired. And so freaking alive. Paradox? Yes. A little bit as if she almost drowned but shot her head out of the water just in time. That kind of tired-aliveness.
On second thoughts maybe it wasn't running up the stairs that made her body that heavy but yet another sleepless night with yet another mindfuck. That was a bit vulgar. Which so wasn't Bo. Anymore that is. She upgraded herself.
Bo two point O.
She had a long talk to her inmost being about self-regulation and about how to temper her, let's call it passion – other people might call it rage, anger, fury. Other people didn't know Bo. Other people should keep their mouths shut. Other people were most likely just jealous little fuckers! Bo was also still in a training-phase.
„Rome wasn't built in a day either or was it every road leads to Rome? Whatever."
Stretching her stiff limbs she slowly rolled off the bed and carried herself into the kitchen. Good thing she could start the day real slow since she didn't need to be anywhere before ten. That meant she had enough time to become somewhat of a living creature.
After Bo managed to walk through her morning routine with coffee, Douchebag's newspaper and a bagel from the freezer – those with sesame seeds were her favorite – she took a very fast, very cold shower. This time on purpose.
The brunette was basically jumping in and out of the freezing jet of water.
„Oh my… freaking… ice… c-cold. Ah! Ah!"
The thought behind that freezing slap in the face was, well, a slap in the face.
Bo wanted to slap away the sleepiness of her body, the fog in her head and most of all the feelings from the last two days, that were still pretty dazzling.
It didn't work much.
Sure, she was more awake now – and gained some red spots on her skin - but so was her mind. Being more aware of the thoughts in her head came with even more thoughts in her head. Who would have known? Hence the pep talk.
„You can do this!"
The third time is the charm, or something like that and with that she put on her hat and with the sunglasses on her nose Bo morphed into the Driver.
A last look into the rear-view mirror to check that fake smile she was practicing for the last two hours at home the brunette opened the car door and walked up to Godzilla.
It's not that easy. A perfect fake smile. It had to be good enough to not only be on ones lips but also in their eyes. Hence the sunglasses. Two hours were definitely too little of a time to have it down pat.
Bob was standing in his usual spot at the entrance greeting Bo with a wave and a friendly face that exchanged the brunette's fake smile with a real one in a second. She took her sunglasses off and placed them in the collar of the shirt.
„Hey Bob. It's good to see you. Busy weekend?"
The older concierge laughed and shook his head no.
„I enjoyed my weekend as usual. With some good food, some nice walks and some inspiring conversations with my better half. But you look like your weekend was a busy one. Another call in from work?"
Bo's smile cracked but as practiced she kept the façade up. A better half to have actual conversations with sounded quite nice.
No offense, Bane.
He was a great listener, but his answers were a tiny bit too predictable. Not that Bo needed a girlfriend or something. No, no! Those usually came with obligations and responsibilities.
Her last girlfriend also came with awkward family gatherings while being introduced as the good friend. It was as if she was in the closet all over again. What one didn't do for love? Or at least she thought it was love at that time. In the end it wasn't when Bo didn't want to continue the charade but that woman she had called her girlfriend – in secrecy – wasn't ready to leave the safe space of said closet.
Bo remembered when she told her parents. Although she did not tell them in the classic way. Like with words and stuff. Her dad walked in on her kissing the girl next door. Maybe the backyard wasn't the best place to chase a kiss.
Her first ever kiss.
Bo could still remember the feelings in her stomach when their lips finally touched after weeks and months of wondering and wild imaginations. She was a teenager after all. Everything felt ten times more intense as a teenager. She could also remember the pain of the slap of her dad's hand on her cheek. He never accepted her sexuality.
„Yeah, something like that."
And with that Bob rushed to open the door for a certain blonde. Bo shook the urge off to run her eyes over the woman in front of her. She stood up straight and went to open the backseat door while she did her best to keep her gaze on the pavement.
Distinct boundaries.
She was the Driver and the blonde was her Boss.
„Miss Lewis."
The blonde walked past and slid into the car.
„Miss Dennis."
Distinct boundaries.
Bo made her way to the front and positioned herself behind the wheel. Without one look into the mirror she turned on the ignition after she hid her eyes behind those dark sun specs again. All of a sudden she liked sunglasses. At least on her own face. She still found it hella annoying on other people's noses. What? She just did, okay?
„Where can I drive you to today, Ma'am?"
Distinct boundaries.
Monday past, Tuesday followed, Wednesday came and went and Thursday wasn't much to talk about.
They kept their conversations to a minimum. The usual exchange of courtesies – from Bo's side - and formalities – from her Boss' side - and Bo really though she could do this.
Did she hate it? Yes.
Did she have a choice? No.
Well, maybe.
But one of these choices contained a very unsatisfying amount of starvation and she just couldn't go there again.
So she drove. In silence. At least when she drove with her Boss in the back. Other than that she sang along those catchy songs on the radio and chatted with Bob whenever she had the chance and all in all it could have been worse.
It was Friday in the afternoon and Bo was driving Miss Lewis around town like so many other times. One business meeting followed another and for the brunette it seemed like a lot of shaking hands and pretending to be interested in what the other person had to say.
Bo was not good in that. She never had been. If someone was boring Bo excused herself and left the conversation. She tried to be polite but she also didn't want to waste her time. Okay, she also did know that there were some conversations one could just not get out of.
Just like right about now. Miss Lewis was on the phone most of the ride and it was torture to listen to that voice without being able to just be polite and make an exit. Not that Bo found it boring, oh no, quite the opposite. Listening to that voice was like watching an oscar-winning movie on a big screen with salty-popcorn-choclate-candy-mix no less or eating the most delicious dish from that amazing Vietnamese take away place after being hungry for some time.
Yes, food had a special place in her heart. Or belly?
She was fighting an inner battle with her mini-Bo dancing all along her Clitourethrovaginal-Complex and the poor steering wheel had to play the buffer. For those that didn't no shit, it's basically the extended director's cut of the G-spot.
So that's why her hands were nail deep in the leather when that voice stopped out of nowhere. Bo was trying so hard to not listen that she was actually surprised about the silence. Finally for the first time in what felt like hours the brunette could relax and lay back into the seat.
„Do you ignore me on purpose or did you not hear what I was saying?"
Bo cringed and had to groan at herself for reacting so strongly to just hearing her Boss talk. By now the brunette could actually hear differences in the blonde's tone when she spoke. There were little almost non-existing edges at the end of a sentence when the blonde was annoyed. And that seemed to happen a lot the last week. And a little flip in some words when her Boss was somewhat excited. Which she really wasn't much these days. However, Bo really really tried to not listen to that voice. She really did. Just her ears weren't hers or just didn't listen to the brunette but, well, to her Boss.
„No, what? Sorry."
The traffic light at the crossing turned red and Bo had to stop the car. The engine turned off and the only sound the brunette heard was her beating heart in her head. Or was that mini-version-Bo stomping around inside her belly like a toddler who didn't get what they wanted?
Damn you eco-mode!
„I said my secretary quit."
Yvonne finally left the stage. Good for her.
„Too bad."
‚Come on, Bo. Remember? Distinct boundaries!'
„I mean, that's unfortunate."
„Yes it is. I have a very important business trip starting tomorrow and I really don't have the time to find a new one that fast."
And that was Bo's problem because…?
„Mhm."
The brunette tried to play nice but also what else was there to answer?
The light in front of them switched to green and Bo steered the car further on.
„I was wondering if you could step in."
„Me?"
Bo stopped the car, turned around and looked at her Boss. A line started to build up behind the Hummer and a honk was whining at them to continue driving.
„Yes, you. Why is that such a strange thing to ask?"
The blonde was sitting in her usual spot with her usual posture and that usual gesture. Bo had to take off her sunglasses now because the circumstance seemed to be one of those eye to eye kind of situations.
„You've got to be kidding me."
The blonde shrugged and frowned.
„I don't even know how to use a mobile phone properly and you think I could just fill in that huge spot of professionalism Yvonne left and be your secretary?"
Her Boss was about to answer when Bo cut her off.
„And don't ask who Yvonne is!"
„I know who Yvonne is."
Bo eyed the blonde skeptically.
„Really?!"
„Yes."
The brunette continued to look at her Boss.
„Well, okay, you used her name and the word secretary in the same sentence. But that is not the point here. The point is, I trust you and I need someone with me on this trip who can manage my schedule and well do all these secretary things."
The brunette wasn't sure if she heard right and was about to speak up when another series of honks disturbed her.
„One second."
With that Bo started the car and steered it off the street into a parking lot. She was a little proud of herself because old Bo would have stepped out of the car, walked to that horn blower and would have told them to… well, long story short new Bo was different.
Turning back around she saw her Boss fiddling with the hem of her button down for a second before the blonde shifted back into that stone wall of a human being.
„You trust me?"
Bo felt this little manikin version of Bo jump up and down in excitement. Her Boss moved uncomfortably on her seat.
„You earned that trust over the weeks."
„Mhm."
Manikin Bo was still dancing a happy dance over this little bread crumb of an emotion from the blonde after a week of ignoring and avoiding. Trust was a big word and a big thing especially for her Boss and maybe that was why Bo decided she should cut her some slack. Or maybe new Bo was still affected by that kryptonite of a blonde in front of her. No matter how hard she tried.
„Okay."
„Okay?"
The blonde's eyes smiled a radiant smile but the rest of her face didn't move a muscle. Boy, her Boss was some actress. Stupid that the brunette couldn't keep up her façade and had to crack a smile herself. Those eyes were just so infectious.
„But I have never been a secretary before. I don't have any experience as such neither an education. So, you have to be patient with me."
„I can be patient!"
„Is that so?"
Hard to believe. There were at least ten occasions the brunette could remember where the blonde was anything but patient. And that was only from last week.
„Perfect."
The blonde clapped unexpectedly and made Bo jump. Damn, she had to stop that. Miss Lewis had to stop scaring Bo like that. Or maybe Bo had to stop drifting off into that mind of hers all the time.
„I will text you the details."
The brunette just nodded. They looked at each other for a bit longer in silence. Bo's eyes wandered over the woman in front of her. Finally they were allowed to take her all in. Better said they branched out on their own, because the brunette had practiced and mantra-ed at home like crazy and would never just allow something like that. But they did anyway and the more they saw the more Bo's mind rant on about those memories they shared.
Those scents and tastes and touches and manikin Bo went from her pleasure center into her chest and up her throat and all of a sudden her mouth went drier as kindling ready to fan the flames. She already felt quiet hot. Was it hot?
The blonde cleared her throat and made Bo look away and sit back down into her own seat.
„Okay then. Back to your apartment?"
Bo shook her head and tried to swallow the Sahara in her mouth down. Saliva, she needed saliva.
„Yes, I think we are done for today."
Bo was so done for today. The week went so well. So well. All distinct boundaries and shit. Now, those boundaries blurred and closed off gates opened up and that was not the plan.
A sudden jolt hit her.
„How long will this trip be?"
Damn. She totally forgot about Bane. Stupid hormones made her forget about her furred little friend. That sounded wrong, her three legged friend. That didn't make it any better. Well, her cat.
„From Saturday until Friday."
„Shit."
„I beg you pardon?"
„My cat. I don't know anyone who can take care of him."
„I will make some calls."
Bo looked into the rear-view mirror. That mirror became her companion over the weeks.
„You do?"
„Yes."
And she did. When Bo arrived at her apartment a little bit past six there was a man waiting in front of her door. He was more or less in the same outfit the brunette was wearing. Black pants, white button down and a black jacket on top. Definitely a Lewis' employee. Or one of the Men in Black. But anyone that weren't Will Smith himself could just go home again.
„Can I help you?"
The bold man turned around.
„Ah, finally. I was waiting for an eternity."
A thick french accent was sculpturing the words and Bo had to smile internally.
„I literally just came from work as you can see. And what are you waiting for exactly?"
The man pointed at the brunette.
„You. I was waiting for you. I've been degraded to a cat sitter for the next week. So you better pack its bag and we can get over with it."
What a butthead.
Bo went past and opened the door. Bane was already waiting on the kitchen counter. His broken meow greeted the brunette and he jumped down to stroll to the entrance.
„What is that?"
The Cat-sitter squeaked from the doorframe. Bo bent down to pick Bane up and turned around.
„This is Bane. Bane this is…"
The brunette was waiting for the man's introduction. Instead he scrunched his nose and his voice - still an octave higher - pinched Bo's and her cat's ears.
„This is not a cat! It's a monster! What happened to it?"
All of a sudden Bo thought French didn't make everything sound like a poem anymore. Or maybe the man just did it wrong. However, he was simply rude and Bo would never ever leave her cat in the hands of this bad-mannered dimwit.
„Okay, thanks for coming. Have a nice weekend, byeeee."
She stretched out the last word and with her best fake smile that she didn't need for it to reach her eyes, Bo closed the door in front of his nose. She was an etiquette expert. Hence the ‚nice weekend' phrase instead of what she actually wanted to say.
„Never would I ever, Bane! Never would I ever."
Petting his head, the brunette walked up to her couch. She had to find someone else to keep an eye on her cat. When she sat down, Bane waltzed away and back into the kitchen.
Bo's hand took a hold on Sally sitting and waiting patiently in the inside pocket of her jacket. The display came to live and Bo managed to scroll through Sally's telephone book to stop at B as in Bob.
They exchanged numbers for emergencies shortly after Bo started working for the Lewis corporation. If this wasn't an emergency than Bo didn't know what was. Also Bob was the closest to a friend she had right now – which was kind of sad when she thought about it, so she didn't. He even showed her a few things about how to Sally. Which means how to add numbers and call someone.
She actually found it rather easy. Bo was a fast learner. She was technically gifted. It wasn't that she didn't know how to use a cellphone, well, okay she didn't but that was because she didn't want to know what made the difference here.
With a few touches on the screen Bob's name lit up and it started ringing. There was even a picture of his designer stubbled face – how he called his unshaved self - that's how gifted Bo was.
„Hey, Bob. It's Bo."
A little past nine in the evening Bo sat back down on her couch. After talking to Bob - who of course would take care of her cat - the brunette packed a bag, grabbed Bane and dropped him off at the concierge house with a manual of instructions. Bane was precious but mostly because he was a stubborn little felid, who needed things a certain way.
Now back in her place it felt weirdly quiet and empty without that little fur-ball.
Sipping on a glass of water Bo checked on Sally again. She didn't have the time to open the message her Boss had sent her two hours ago.
Tomorrow 11am at my apartment. Departure at 2pm from Toronto airport.
„She is not one for many words."
Bo sighed and read on.
As my secretary you will plan my schedule, take and make phone calls, accompany me in business meetings and overall make sure that everything works out smoothly. There is a dress code, the company will take care of your outfits. Further instructions by tomorrow. Lewis
„Dress code? I'm not surprised. What did I get myself into?"