Heart to Heart
Dating: Enjoying sweetness from the boss’ wife
Posted Friday, October 25 2013 at 00:00
It all started like a joke. I wasn’t feeling well, so I informed her that I would like to take the afternoon off. Truth is, I was in perfect health. Perfect enough to go take some girl I’d been chasing after to the beach. That was the plan. And I could tell Boss Lady had bought it from the way she stopped whatever she was doing and paid attention to me with a concerned look.
She asked me what the symptoms were, and I was ready for her. I was feeling out of breath, and had some chest pains. It was probably a respiratory thing, maybe an asthma attack coming on, I couldn’t be sure. I needed to go check it out. But then she surprised me; she offered to drive me to the clinic. I couldn’t turn it down without appearing suspicious. And she wasn’t asking anyway. We got in her car, and I directed her to some clinic where I knew a certain doctor. He understood my “condition”, and told her he wanted to retain me for observation. She left, telling me to call her to pick me when I was done. Things were getting tricky, I hadn’t factored all this in. and the beach girl kept calling and texting, till I had to switch my phone off.
As soon as Boss Lady left, I switched on my phone to find a thousand messages from beach girl, telling me to forget she existed. Well, clearly this was not the afternoon I had fantasised about all week ever since that girl accepted to let me take her to the beach. On a Thursday afternoon.
Then my phone rang. It was Boss Lady. She asked how I was doing. And I whispered back that I was uncomfortable but alive. She seemed relieved, and said she would pass by in a few minutes. Is this how lady bosses treat their temporary employees? Especially if the temporary employees are an on load from their husbands?
I had to feign sickness. So the doctor, at a fee of course, injected me with some stuff that brought on some symptoms that I actually started feeling unwell, just in time for Boss Lady to walk in. That woman looks good! Even in my hyperventilating state, I couldn’t miss that, plus her scent. She’d brought me some energy drinks. And apparently, she’d cleared the bill! And yet I had already paid the doctor.
I began to seriously doubt if he was even a real doctor, not some crook. In Boss Lady’s car, she helped me with my seat belt, and they gave me a long look. Now I began to feel really dizzy. I made a mental note to ask the doctor crook what it was exactly he’d dosed me with.
The beach girl chose this opportune moment to call. I thought she’d instructed me to forget she existed. I had to answer, Boss Lady had noticed. The conversation was extremely brief. I did all the talking: “Hello. Yes I got your message, and I totally agree with you. Bye my friend”. And I hang up. And Boss Lady drove me to a hotel. She’d booked me a room. I had room service with a nurse to check on me thrice a day! I was liking being sick! Problem is, I wasn’t sick at all. Even doctor-crook’s stuff had won off by now. But, trust a woman once she’s decided that she needs to nurse you. Even if you are as fit as a horse, she believes she can make you fitter.
I wasn’t complaining; I wasn’t spending, and I was liking this new angle of Boss lady. The second day, she spent the night in my hotel room. It was time for me to stop pretending I was sick. The nurse had probably already told her that the sickness I was suffering from was animalistic in nature, a base instinct targeted towards my Boss’ wife.