Mr. King [Book 1]

Twenty-Eight

By the time morning came, bringing the sunlight streaming through the curtains, Katherine was alone in her bed. It took her a little while to even comprehend whether the night before with Mr. King really happened or if it was just another elaborate dream. But when she spotted the gray sweater he flung across her chair, she knew her memories were real.

Katherine pulled herself out of bed, noticing she was only wearing her shirt from the night before. She slipped on a pair of panties before stepping into a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and she made her way out of her room, eager to run into Mr. King. But the house was quiet. Was he still asleep? Did he leave again?

As she made her way down the long hallway toward his office, she heard his muffled voice, and it caused her stomach to tighten and stir with excitement.

Mr. King's voice was all business as he spoke into his phone, sitting behind the large mahogany desk he once fucked her on. Katherine stood next to the door he once fucked her against, and she smiled thinking about how his office held a special place inside of her.

He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone. His dark brown hair was a wild mess atop his head, and the stubble on his face was so long it almost could be classified as a beard at that point. He seemed so undone, so unlike himself. What happened to him while he was away?

When he spotted her standing in his doorway, his stern eyes washed over her. His demeanor didn't change in the slightest. He just looked her up and down as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone call. When he began to speak, it was only to respond to that person, not to regard her presence. His eyes looked away from her moments later, disregarding her completely like she wasn't even there, like she wasn't worthy of his time.

Katherine swallowed hard as she backed out of the doorway, making her way down the hallway toward the kitchen. She took a deep breath and tried to expel the feelings of rejection that were working their way into her heart and mind.

She tried not to think of him, or of the previous night they spent together. But how could she not? He came to her. He came to her bedroom, waking her from her sleep, completely seducing her. What was she supposed to think about that? There were so many scenarios in her head, but she was certain they were all wrong.

He was her boss. She tried to make it a point to remember that. But it was difficult.

As she stood in the kitchen, she quickly readied the coffee pot with the first brew of the morning, knowing it was her job and that her boss would probably require it at some point. She knew she was dressed inappropriately in her pajamas, but it was already hours past the time when she would normally have Mr. King's breakfast prepared, due to her not knowing he would be home. She seemed to be breaking all the rules and quietly wondered if he would hold it against her.

"Breakfast is to be ready at eight am, is it not, Miss Mason?" She heard from behind her. She jumped slightly as she turned toward him, completely startled by his presence.

"Y-yes," she stammered, holding her hand over her wildly beating heart. She watched as he looked down at the expensive watch on his wrist, and then back up at her.

"It is past ten," he snipped, looking at her like she was a complete idiot.

The annoyance she felt since she stood outside his office door began to bubble inside of her. It was a perfect example of a time when she just felt the need to tell her boss to fuck off.

"Forgive me, sir. I've been alone in this house for a week now. I had no indication of where you were or when you'd be home. I've been completely in the dark. So forgive me for not having your goddamn breakfast ready at eight am," she snapped, unable to hold back her frustration.