A New office, job and THE Boss Part 1

I stare around my new office in awe and thinking what a window! what a beautiful updated and coveted space. I had worked so hard in my field and never dreamt management would present itself. After 3 long distance interviews and 250 applicants I had finally proven to myself I was not only a fit for the position, but dressed and presented myself as well as the wealthier directors. I always had pride in my fashion- not necessarily the budget.
The first few mons of any job are a bit uncomfortable. Finding your way around, getting to know your co workers and learning to fulfill your position as though no one had ever worked it before and they wondered how they had gotten along without you. I was a bit of perfectionist and always shy. This would have to be over come with kindness and extending professional relationships if I wanted to be a part of the company.
Besides it paid well, and after moving into that new rental condo, ordering furniture, and a new bedroom suite, custom blinds and bills were left on the list to make final payments on. Why did it always seem I was short or a day and a dollar late? Spending and saving were 2 things I knew I would have to become brilliant at after these final payments. For God sakes- my shoes, those would have to stop being an obsession and fixation. Back to my prayers each night "God help me regulate and forsake my Jimmy Choos". I could be wearing a 200$ dollar outfit but ohhh nooo the shoes had to be 5 times that. this made me embarrassed and secretly I hoped nobody would know their brand. Nevermind that for now, I thought. Lets work on the last couple thousand owed to perfect my condo and new start in the heart of downtown and the view i adore.
I still had not fully had my meet and greet with my boss. I had seen him talking in his office sever times with a group, he seemed serious, quite intelligent, and something about his demeanor and stance- the strength and confidence he spoke, and worked with was alluring and made me look a little too long at his eyes or outfit when passing.
He had caught me once or twice but made nothing of it and I felt smart for hiding how i was totally stalking his presence. I was about to heat my coffee in our office microwave and go through the reports when I heard a directive and non apologetic voice behind me. "good morning Jeannie, may I speak to you in boardroom 211 at about 1pm regarding the new integration of our software and some key elements you should be aware of?" I was all of a sudden nervous and flushed a bit, looked down and quickly mustered courage and said oh! yes of course, looking forward to it and see you then! He didn't reassure me with a smile back, but rather nodded and was off yet again.
Shit it was only 10am and I would have to have this linger in the back of my mind until 1??? I was a bit nervous as I didn't really know him other than I blushed around him and admired him. He was a success and seemed to know exactly how to run everyone around and yet they still tried to always please him in their words and urgency.
I had decided i would hide it all. My need to hurry paydays ahead, my worries of balancing finally with a half ass income (according to my lifestyle and shoe fetish). my shyness and especially my fear of admiration. Nope, I would show him I was miss confident and one of the team. Fly under the radar as a non concern and eventually blend in.
Although I was training and going through my task thoroughly, my mind kept drifting to his stark stare and relentless discomfort of the silent but more than observant way he looked at me previously when I had thought he barely noticed my watching him. Or did he notice? I was getting nervous and at the same time flashing to his perfect haircut, and trying to remember the color of his tie. Was it black, blue or grey? What shoes did he wear? I smirked to myself thinking they would be as great as his suit and income that was far above mine.
Just then my office rang and I was still practicing "Hello, Jeannie speaking" as though it belonged coming from my mouth. "Jeannie, its Mr. Shangler, I was wondering if we could go over a few things to ensure your comfort here prior to our meeting?" I was quiet and forgot all about the confidence and strut I would carry. "Oh...um, yess- absolutely Sir. Wait what time? would you like me to come now?" I could feel cheeks warming and i felt totally awkward and silly. I could almost hear the pleased tone as he cooly said "yes Jeannie, wait until about 11:30 and I will see you then". I was now panicking thinking 11:30??? why so long before our meeting? what was so bad and time consuming about making me comfortable there that required so much discussion??? who the hell was I kidding! He could probably read minds and knew exactly everything I was hiding, including I wasn't rich. Shit, what if he asked if I was in need of hep or appeared it??? Now I just wanted 11:30 to arrive because I couldn't focus and was becoming more nervous and fearful.
As i painstakingly worked and moved positions in m chair, fiddled with my pens, reorganized the same desk objects- it was finally 11:25 and I had every intention of being on time. I grabbed my notebook and pen and literally rushed out of my office not even looking at my admins and said "I will be in 211 at a meeting ladies, see you after. They were in far calmer spirits and said "ok Jeannie, see you then, good luck!"
Why did they say good luck? I barely saw the employee I almost knocked over as I rushed distracted to wards the stairs- there was NO way I was going to take the elevator and have to bear the quiet still any longer. I grabbed the stairwell door handle and frustrated, it would open. I twisted puled, dropped my booklet and was beginning to flush and overheat. Maintenance was passing and luckily said "oh You push outward not pull Jeannie" I froze, felt my cheeks hot again and said with a nervous laugh..."oh! of course....jeez". Now I was conscious of trying to be calmer as I certainly didn't need to go flying down stairs and embarrass myself further. I made it to the 2nd floor and was counting the room numbers. As i approached 211 I slowed and became almost apprehensive, but opened the door slowly. I smiled before even looking him and looked down, "Hi Mr. Shangler, how are you?" He didn't look up right away and was writing while focused in his black leather note folder. He waited and responded "Jeannie, have a seat please. I think i turned pale and then sat wondering why he didn't answer my question and what was wrong, did I piss him off? What was he going to address with me? I was playing with my new manicure and rubbing my heels together under the board desk as though I may disappear to Kansas with Dorothy if I willed it.
" I wanted to take the time to introduce myself as your boss and address how you may be adjusting and if there is anyway I can help". I was hoping I could smile and cruise through thid- it was happening. He was intense and I felt about 5 years old and could feel my own heartbeat and damn he was attractive more by the minute...why?
I had to try and remember the question and as professional as I am it blurted out as though my fistt day of middle school. Thank you Mr. Shangler... he interrupted as though he was having restraint- maybe he was angry? Jeannie...please, call me "Sir".
Yes Sir, I am adjusting well...I think and all the help here seems great thus far- thank You".
He stare a hole right through me and asked if I had found accommodations close to work or had moved as intended, as I had mentioned to HR during the hiring process. Shit...He knew all those conversations? He knew I was juggling moving? Surely he knew I was not put together as broad as I had made it seem. "Um...yes Sir. I was unable to find accommodations in the city, it seems prices have raised considerably...I did find a beautiful spacious condo close to my train station to commute, and its coming along". He smiled in a way that suggested he was happy for him- not me.
That's great Jeannie, I'm sure settling in is an expense and looking at your pretty nails and designer shoes, I imagine your new surroundings are customized as well." I felt my cheeks red hot and was totally wanting to jump out of my chair. He knew...He knew everything and how? I was not hiding shit and fully expected him to offer me a lunch token to help my poor situation. I was mortified and worse, He noted my shoes. Meaning He knew I would pass on lunch to wear my designer shoes anyday. Omg could this go worse? I certainly was not the powerhouse woman I had intended to showcase upon meeting. Yes Sir, settling in I have been a bit over zealous and do like picking details and having my home set up comfortably". He only stare sneered a grin and said comfortable or customized?" I was still uncomfortable and knew he could see right through me. I was not going to pull any shit or lie. I knew full well he would call me out and was NOT shy. "Customized Sir, and I am trying to curb my desire for expensive shoes." He locked his eyes with mine finally and i felt...better. I felt warm inside. Your desire's are lovely, and again, if I can be of any help, that is my job- to ease you in and make your surroundings safe and comfortable. Why was i wet? I could
l could feel a dampening and cool on my panties, yet my thighs were slippery and I was petrified he could Superman see through my clothing and knew that too for Christ sakes.
"Jeannie, you seem like a sweet girl, and have a gentle nature, perhaps you wouldn't mind picking up some tasks for me and earning some additional cash on the side?"
He had not blinked or moved a muscle and it seemed I was the one with malicious intent in my thoughts. "That would actually be great Sir, I have a few payments left to complete my orders at home and i am appreciative of extra work." He smiled a jeering smile and said "jeannie, I could tell you were a cooperative and good girl the moment I laid eyes on you. Do you mind doing these tasks after work hours in the office as this should not interfere with your daily job descriptions." I was far to eager and almost yelped "YES Sir" but quietly said ok Sir, will you tell me when and what days?" He gave me his first happy smile and replied "Yes Jeannie, i will even le you know what to wear and will warn you ahead, what I need from you may seem unconventional, and remind you that whatever you are asked to do- you may always say no at any given time. It is always your choice to earn additional money or do my tasks. It never forced."
My eyes were in a trance and i my lips didn't move but i whispered "yes Sir, i understand and i still want to help and earn additional wages."
He stood up and said "I knew you would say that Jeannie, and i cannot express how pleased I am to hear that, and again welcome aboard, one more thing- I don't ask twice and I expect quality and effort in your tasks".
I had no idea what was happening or if we accomplished the meeting? Did I screw it up and he was leaving early? I did feel wet from my panty on my thigh as I stood up and blushed again. He noted my facial expression and adjusting while standing. I noticed he looked at me from top to bottom/glancing....and as he was turning i swear I could see he was hard under his suit pants. "Yes Sir, i am a good listener and do the best work i can. I hope i can achieve your tasks to your liking". He walked out the door not looking back and said "I know you can, and will be in touch...expect to hear from me next week".
Thank You Sir, and i look forward to it. What just happened? now that would be the ONLY thing on my mind and all i truly wanted to do was find a bathroom, hear his words, and recite the entire meeting and pleasure myself. Next week wouldn't come fast enough.

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