Babygirl and the Mean Boss (10 page)

             
He picked up his keys.  “Okay, I’ll just be a sec.”

             
Nicole turned the
TV
back on after he was gone.  Then she sniffed under her arm.  She could use a shower.  She left the
TV
on and went upstairs.  In her bag she found a denim, button up dress that should be easy to get into and best of all bra and panties.

             
Nicole sat on the edge of the bed and took off the
sling
with just a little trouble.

             
She gasped
at the stab of pain
when she moved her arm.  She tried to rotate her shoulder
but it was still very sore
.  She had to pull her good arm and then her head through the shirt
.  Only t
hen
was
she able to slide it off her bad arm.

             
She opened the bedroom door and peeped down the empty hall.  She hurried to the bathroom, found spare towels in the closet,
and
th
e
n ran a steaming shower.  It felt so good. 

             
She examined the tape on her belly.  She was going to have to change the dressing.  

             
Nicole let the hot water beat onto her shoulder and it loosened enough for her to raise her arm midway.  She washed quickly wanting to be dressed when Marty returned.

             
She dried off careful of her sore spots, wrapped the towel around herself and hurried back to the bedroom.  She put on
deodorant
, slipped on her panties with no trouble, but struggled with the bra.  Her hand was too weak to hold the clasp so that she could hook it.

             
“
Shit
!”  She cursed and tossed the bra on the bed angrily.  Nicole picked up the dress and carefully slipped it onto her bad arm.  But once she got both arms through, she had another dilemma…how to button.
  It was damned near impossible to keep the thing closed over her considerable bosom and to button it with one hand.

             
“
Damnit
!”  She cursed again.

             
“Nicole?!  You okay?
”  Marty was calling from the other side of the closed door and she saw the knob turning.

             
“Yeah!  Hold on.”  She struggled to get the first button closed one handed.

             
“What’s wrong?”

             
“Uh…nothing.  Hold on-
”

             
“Why are you cursing if nothing’s wrong
?
  I’m coming in.”

             
  Marty opened the door just as Nicole clutched the dress closed in front.  He appraised the situation and then frowned
in annoyance.

             
“I can’t believe you took a shower when no one was here.”  He
stalked
to her and she felt herself wanting to take a step back.  But all he did was to kneel down to help button her dress from the bottom.

             
“Nicole, you could have slipped, blacked out…”

             
“You’re
treating me like a baby, Marty,”  s
he spoke quietly.

             
He looked up at her, pausing.  “You can’t even get your dress buttoned.  You are somewhat helpless right now.”

             
Nicole jerked away from him angrily, still clutching her dress closed in front.  “But you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child!”  She looked down and tried to button the rest of the dress which meant her cleavage was popping out of the top of it.

             
After a moment Marty sighed.  “I’m sorry.  Let me help.”  He continued buttoning her up and Nicole refused to meet his eyes and he did the same. 
She noted his hands trembling slightly when he brought the material closed over her breast
s
.

             
Nicole stared at him surprised.  He acted so calm and cool, and could flirt and put her on edge, but it was pretty obvious that he felt something being so close to her and now the tables were turned. 

 
             
When Marty
had her all buttoned up he
turned to leave
and something got to Nicole.
  She didn’t know what exactly drove her to it, maybe it was because he had chastised her, or maybe it was
just seeing his trembling hands excited her.

             
“Marty
.
”

             
He turned
, giving her a questioning look. 

             
“Bandages.  They got wet and need changing.  I’d do it but…I’m so helpless.”

             
His expression went apologet
ic. “Okay.”
He gathered the dressing for the bandages while she sat on the edge of the bed.  Again he kneeled in front of her as she one by one undid the buttons starting at the middle and working her way up slowly.

             
He watched her, almost mesmerized until there was only one button left fastened at the top—straining to keep everything in.  She lay down on her back which must have seemed like a very inviting position.

             
Marty audibly swallowed and spread the material to reveal the wet bandage.  When he peeled the edge of
f
the tape
,
Nicole braced her tummy.

             
“I’m sorry.  It’s probably going to hurt.”  He worked the tape away carefully and with much consideration.  “Okay?”
He peeked at her and s
he nodded.  When the bandage was removed he gently applied salve.

             
“How does it look?”  She asked
,
straining to see
.

             
“It looks good.  Healing good.”

             
“
Do you think it will leave a
scar?”

             
Marty’s eyes met hers.  “Yes, but at least you’ll be alive.” He put fresh bandages on and carefully taped her up.

             
When Nicole sat up that last button at top finally popped loose and her breast spilled out of the dress.

             
Marty
froze, his eyes glued to the sight of her beautiful breasts.  They were full, what people paid thousands to get, she had naturally.  And yes, her nipples were chocolate kisses against her caramel skin.  Still kneeling in front of her, he
reached up shakily. 
If there had been ropes tied around his wrists he still would not have been able to stop himself from doing it. 
Instead of closing her dress like
he should have
, Marty carefully placed both hands over her breasts.

Nicole caught her breath and felt an electrical charge between her thighs
that matched the hardening
of her nipples.
  She heard Marty groan as
they tightened into hard peaks and
prodded at his palms.   He allowed his hands to softly stroke her breast, thumbs favoring the rigid brown
aureoles
and nipples
.  Nicole’s eyes fluttered closed as she groaned, too.  Her pussy was swelling from the
almost forgotten sensation of being touched.

             
His dick had grown so hard so fast that it actually hurt!  His dick had never ached like this before!  He wanted to pull her legs up in the air and shove his dick into that beautiful pussy that he’d seen days before when he’d accidentally lifted her blankets.
 

             
He grabbed the material of her dress roughly and buttoned her closed.  Then he met her confused eyes.

             
“I should have never done that.”  He shook his head and rose to his fee
t
.  “I’m sorry, Nicole.  Let
’
s just go downstairs and eat.”
             

             
Nicole
felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water at her.  She had practically thrown herself at this man—and he had ended it.  She could have buried her head under the pillow and hid for about a weak, but in the end all she could do was to nod
silently, speechless,
and
then followed him downstairs. 

             
Marty stormed down the stairs.  He was so angry at himself. It hadn’t even been one night and he was all over her!  All he had to do was control himself while she was here, so that she could trust him and he could take care of her.  That was all that he wanted and he could barely stop flirting!

             
It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings for Nicole; real, legitimate, solid feelings.  He just didn’t want to confuse things. 
He didn’t want a girl friend, a wife, and n
ot even a lover that
he had to work with her.  That was just asking for trou
b
le and he did NOT need to fuck where he worked.  Why was he fucking this up?!  He was attracted to her, obviously she was attracted to him
, did he need to keep poking at it??

             
When they got to the kitchen he silently spooned basmati rice
, saag paneer
and
then
curried chicken onto two plates. 
She watched him in painfully uncomfortable silence. 
He moved about the kitchen silently opening a
foil wrapped flat bread that was still steaming.  It was like a repeat of hours before when he avoided her look.  She tried to think of
something to
s
ay to
remove the tension.

             
“Mmmm.  That smells good.”
She went to the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of iced tea, filling their glasses as Marty
took his seat
, focusing on his plate of food
.
  She sat down next to him.

             
“Chutney?”  He asked.

             
“Who is that?”

Marty
shot her a look
then he burst out laughing.

             
“What is so funny?”

             
“Chutney is…relish.  Although it does sound like the name of a 16 year old
p
op
s
tar.”

             
Nicole grinned.  “Shit.”  He spooned a sampling of three different chutneys onto her plate, still chuckling. 
She glanced at Marty and he was looking at her and just
like that the two were again at ease.

             
The smell of the Indian food was foreign and she wasn’t sure how she’d like it.  But after her first tentative taste of the lightly spiced food she realized that it smelled stronger then it tasted.  There was a creaminess to the sauce that mellowed out the flavors. 

             
“Oh,” h
er eyes got wide.  “I really like this.”  She mimicked the way Marty tore a piece of bread and used it to scoop up the food.  Marty seemed pleased that she enjoyed it.  He enjoyed watching her enjoy it.  Down boy, he thought silently as his semi
-
erect dick began to twitch.
  It wasn’t all about how much she turned him on.  It was equally about just seeing her open up.  She had been so closed to him for so long.  He equated her to a blooming flower and regardless of anything else
, just to see her like this was worth everything.