Trapped With My Sexytary Episode 10
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👫💞 Trapped With My Sexytary Episode TEN:
I left the hotel room later that day, finding my way to the house because at some point, Miss Sasha had called to let me know she has closed for the day, and had already sent me the things I needed to take a look at.
It made me feel kind of bãd when she called me and spoke to me like someone who wasn’t only nònchalant but also unserious about my job.
“Hello Sir, I don’t know if you have taken a look at the recent indexes in the stock exchange market, but you should take a look at the files I sent to your màilbôx as soon as you can.
“And if you can, please give it some level of urgency because as it stands, I don’t know when you’d be free to pay adequate attention to the burning issues in the company right now” she had said over the phone.
“Okay, thanks for the heads up” was all I could tell her before I hung up, feeling really bãd that I seemed to have offended her by disappearing like I did.
Mirabel told me she needed to go to the Spa, and so she made me order a ride.
“Doesn’t it feel so bãd that you brought me out here, only to abandon me to catch a ride?” I asked her playfully.
“Well, let’s say, I drove you here because the heat was burning real bàd, and you didn’t want to do the needful right where you should have.
“So, it’s actually not my fault that you’re here in the first place
“And come on Allen, you know I’d be unable to go to the Spa, if I have to take you to pick up your car first.Take care of yourself” she told me, gave me a generous kiss and bounced out of the room.
I ordered a ride and headed home because I was in a hurry to see Miss Sasha and have her analyze what she had sent to me, herself.
“Is it really the analysis I want?” I asked myself as I sat in the car, on my way home, smiling uneasily as I worried about what she was going to say to me, for running away from work, the way I did.
When I got home, I decided to get a cold bath and calm my nerves before taking a look at the stuffs that I had to look at.
But I had just got out of the bathroom, with nothing but my briefs on, when I heard my doorbell ding.
“What does Mirabel want again?” I asked myself, and walked to the door, somewhat angry that she couldn’t bring me home, but could rush back to get whatever it was that she wanted.
I flung the door open, and there at my door was the last person I wished to see at that time, and in my state.
She stood looking at me as if I was wearing torn or stained clothes.
Oh yes, I wasn’t wearing any! I only had a towel hung on my neck
My upper trunk was totally bare, and the Calvin Klein boxer’s short I was wearing felt dãmn too awkward as I stood, feeling her scorching gaze literally burn me.
She was looking rather too temptingly inviting in the short flowery gown that fit in the right places, and I had to keep reminding myself not to pull her in for a hug.
“You should always cover up Sir. It’s actually very embarràssing to have to find the CEO of Toshteck Limited, answering his door as though he was a model advertising a Calvin Klein boxers, that seems too small for him” she told me, looking embarràssingly away.
“Oh! And I wouldn’t have known that Miss Sasha has so observantly taken in so much details within a few seconds of getting a chance to look at the flawless Allen” I told her, trying to be as flippànt as I could be, to keep me from running away in shàme at her words.
“You’ll need to quit being silly Sir, and get serious. I haven’t come here to look at how well or bãdly you rock a Calvin Klein undersize.
“It’s not my business if your girlfriend is unable to pick the right sizes of boxers for you, so if you’d please cover up, I’ll help you pick the right option from the available options for Toshteck Limited, as of now” she told me, walking in to take a seat, as if it was the most natural thing to do, after walking in to see her boss almost totally unclad.
“For starters Miss Sasha, I’d feel better if you address me by my first name when you choose to call me silly.
“I don’t find the correlation between the words ‘silly’ and ‘sir’.
“Plus, I don think it’s really out of place that you worry about the size of boxers I wear.
“Yes Miss Sasha, it’d be a shame if you let me attend an important meeting, wearing a poorly fitting boxers, and speaking in a way I shouldn’t have, because I am uncomfortable down here” I said, pointing at the part below my belt area and made her almost cry
“So, before you tell me why you chose to walk into my apartment at this time when it’s expected that I take a shower and look at the documents you asked me to look at, I’ll need to try on some other boxers and have you double check to be sure they’re okay” I told her, and made to walk away.
“I’ll have to go now. I thought you would have had enough of playing for the day already, seeing for how long you abandoned business for pleasure.
“But it’s obvious that you’re yet to take seriously what I told you over the phone.
“Please do look at those files tonight and take a firm decision before dawn. It’s important that you choose a line and action before the messages and calls of enquiries begin to flow in tomorrow” she told me, and got up to walk away, looking so unaffected by me.
I don’t know why I felt hûrt that she appeared unmoved by my chàrms and flîrts, but I knew I was going to make her tell me what she was made of.
She walked out of my apartment, putting down my notepad and laptop that she had brought from the office.
And it dawned on me that I’ve been too busy playing around that I didn’t notice she was having my laptop and notepad in her arms.
Then, I remembered as I heard the door shut with a bàng, that I had left everything in the office, because I hadn’t known that I was closing for the day when Mirabel drove me out.
I rushed into my room, got something casual on and sat to take a look at the stuffs she sent to me.
A peek at the first document she sent and I nearly screamed my lungs out.
“What is this? Sweet Jesus, what does Julia really want? To what extent is she ready to go to, to make me mïserable?” I asked nobody in particular.
I dialed Sasha’s number and she picked up in the first ring.
“Please come over at once Miss Sasha” I told her and hung up.
But she called me right back to tell me she wasn’t going to be able to come to my apartment again.
“I’m sorry Sir, but I’m already cooking dinner. I don’t know if you can, but it’d have been easier to have you come over.
“That way, we’d be able to talk about it, while I cook, I’m very hungry” she told me, sounding as firm as one could be.
“No Miss Sasha, there’s nothing reasonable we can talk about while you cook. I mean, how can we be talking about something so important, while you cook?
“Forget about cooking, get dressed now. I’m coming to take you out for dinner.
“We can talk after eating. I’ll wait for you in my car in the next five minutes. Please don’t keep me waiting, and that’s an order” I told her and hung up.
I walked out, looking very distressed and wearing a casual denim that I just pulled on, and a bodice that I found lying close to my bed.
About five minutes later, Miss Sasha walked out of her apartment, looking so different in a ripped jeans and a plain polo she chose to wear.
“Who goes out on a first date with her charming boss, looking so covered up?” I joked as I drove out.
“Aww! And the CEO still has his sense of humour even when there’s fîre on the mountain” she told me cryptically, looking out the window as if she didn’t like what she was seeing in the car
TO BE CONTINUED
