Chapter 5
JASMINE
“Mr. Jefferson.” I said.
His face was glacial.
“I didn’t want to get angry in front of Thea,” he explained.
I took a deep breath in.
“Is this about the movie?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “When I say no to something, I really mean no. It isn’t a negotiation.”
Slowly, walking up to me, our height difference became glaringly obvious. He towered over me, his body like a rock-hard marble statue, nearly a foot taller than me.
“What made you think you could defy me?” he asked, his tone was ice cold.
I gulped.
It felt cartoonish to gulp in front of his unshakeable authority. Yet it was hard to do anything else. I felt immobilized by his intimidating presence. The power he exuded was overwhelming. I had been around powerful men before, but none of them were like this.
And underneath it all was an undeniable S**ual tension. The closer he got, the more obvious it became that beneath his anger was a whole lot of attraction.
“I just thought,” I started, growing more and more nervous with each moment, “I wanted to get to know Thea on our first night together. Watching Frozen felt like a good opportunity to make her feel comfortable and like I cared about what she cared about.”
He said nothing, so carried on.
“I put together this guide with things you could do to get closer to Thea,” I explained, grabbing the piece of paper I was working on all afternoon off the kitchen counter.
“See,” Ipassed it to him, “you could color with her, for example. Maybe even stage an at-home gallery with her drawings.”
Theodore looked down at the paper, a glimmer of disgust with my gesture, before crumpling it with his large hands. I could see the veins in them pulsating angrily. I had somehow managed to
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make things worse.
If he was angry before, he was furious now. I braced myself for his wrath.
“You think I take orders from the nanny?” he snarled.
“N-no,” I stuttered. “I just thought you might need some help bonding with Thea. Isn’t that why you hired me?”
Theodore walked right up to me, pressing me against the kitchen counter. His hands circled my waist. I couldn’t tell if he was going to yell at me or kiss me. His mouth was inches from my earlobe. I liked the way his warm breath felt on my skin.
|| “Don’t ever tell me what to do,” he whispered in my car before leaving me alone in the kitchen.
out of breath and confused.
By the time I gathered myself, I wasn’t even hungry anymore. My mind fixated on one thing alone. Theodore Jefferson and the hunger he had in his eyes. Hunger for me..
Back in my bedroom, I thought of him in the other room. I wondered what he was doing, late at night, all alone. My mind conjured some dizzying fantasies.
I tried listening to his movements, but it was dead silent on the other side of the wall. Still,
I couldn’t get him out of my mind. The way his muscular body would look underneath thin Egyptian cotton sheets. How it would feel for our bodies to be intertwined beneath them.
I shook my head to distract myself.
He is your boss, I reminded myself yet again. I thought back to Mr. Hobbs and the disaster that situation ended up being. The lines got too blurry then and they were starting to get blurry again.
now.
I could tell that this was going to be a problem.
I needed to take a cold shower immediately before I got too carried away.
Under the frigid stream of water, I tried to forget about him, but it seemed that my mind was adamant. Maybe sleep was the only solution.
Tucked into bed, I tried to drift off out of consciousness, but my mind dwelled on Theodore..
The more thought about him, the more I felt a fire build between my legs. It grew till it was
unbearable.
My fingers glided over my breasts, softly brushing against my nipples and sending shivers down my spine. I could feel myself getting wet as my hand moved down my body, caressing my stomach and finally reaching between my thighs. I let out a soft moan as my fingers find their way to my cl it, gently rubbing and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My fingers trailed down my stomach, feeling the softness of my skin before delving between my legs. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations as my fingers explore, caress, and tease.
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As my fingers reach my center, I feel the slick heat radiating from within. I circle my sensitive. cli t, moaning softly at the sensation. My other hand cups and massages my breast, my nipple hardening under my touch.
I pictured Theodore in my mind and started to imagine what might happen between us if he came into the room right now.
I would notice that my bedroom door was wide open. Blocking the light, tall, and shirtless would
be Theodore Jefferson.
As my eyes adjusted, I would spot the outline of his muscles. His well-defined abs shining in the moonlight trickling in from the window.
Theodore would step in shutting the door behind him, still watching me touch myself..
“Mr. Jefferson,” I would say as I sat up in my bed. “Are you alright? Do you want something?”
“No,” he would say, his eyes fixed on my hands on my body. “Keep doing that.”
I would carry on, slowly approaching my climax.
“You look gorgeous,” he would say, his eyes hungrily drinking me in.
I would moan loudly.
“Shh,” he would say. “Can you be quiet for me?”
Gradually, he would make his way to the bed.
“I want you,” he would say, his eyes never leaving minc.
I was so close to finishing.
“Wait,” he would interrupt, “I want to finish
you
off
Then he slip his fingers inside me.
I would be in ecstasy.
After I was done I sighed.
Fantasizing about my boss was definitely against Iris’ strict rules.
As I drifted off to sleep, now relaxed, I wondered how I would have to act normally around. Theodore.