Resignation

Becca has been having an affair with her boss, Kevin, for 5 years, but it's time for her to move on. She wants to have a real relationship, with someone she doesn't have to share with another. And if she can't have that, she still wants a child. Both are things that Kevin refuses to give her. When she gives him notice of her resignation, however, he makes it clear that he isn't ready to let her go. And he intends to prove just how much she still needs him...

Excerpt:
“What the hell is this?” Kevin, my boss, waved a sheet of paper in my direction.
I didn’t need to look at it to know what it was, of course. Which was just as well. I was struggling with the instant arousal that flooded my body.

His anger always did that to me.

It was strange and it was wrong, but I suppose after all these years, I had become trained to respond to him, especially in times like this. For five years, I’d been his stress relief. The convenient body that he used in order to work out his anger and frustration through sex.

But not any longer, I reminded myself. “I would think it’s obvious. Sir.” I added the formal address as more of an afterthought, since his office door was open and there was a slight chance that others could hear me.

“You can’t quit.”

“Actually, I can. As long as I give a month’s notice in writing.” I had read my contract several times, to make sure that I was clear on that. “It’s in the contract, sir.”

“That isn’t what I meant.” He started pacing and a few of our co-workers stopped in the hall outside of the room to stare. To gawk. He shut the door in their faces and stalked over to where I was sorting through some other papers that he’d left on his desk.

A small shiver ran through my body at his closeness, but I forced myself to ignore it.

If I kept pretending that I was no longer attracted to him, eventually my body would stop wanting him. That was what I hoped for, at least. “You can’t say you’re surprised by this,” I said softly. “After what happened last week.”

“You’re quitting because I wouldn’t…”

“No. I’m leaving because I need to move on with my life. Staying here…” I let my voice trail away, and not just because I wasn’t certain whether I would ever be able to make him understand how I felt. I didn’t know the words I needed to say any longer, even though I’d rehearsed this moment in my head dozens of times since typing up that paper.

“I told you why I couldn’t give you what you want.”

“I know. And I understand that. Just as I hope you will understand that I want more.” I waved a hand in a general gesture at both of our bodies in turn. “More than this.”

“It was enough for you for five years.”

“It isn’t any longer.” I held my breath. He was so close now that I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and I had to brace my hands against the desk. To keep from falling or worse, from turning around and throwing myself at him.

From begging him to please…

I had known from the beginning that it was impossible. And even if I had been naïve enough to think that one day, he might leave his wife for me… The length of time that our affair had endured made it both impossible and possible. It was clear that he had not tired of fucking me, yet at the same time, it didn’t seem to matter how good I made him feel in those moments. Didn’t matter how I yielded my body and submitted to him in ways that I knew she never would.

She was still his wife, and I was…

I was just his secretary.

That was all I would ever be.