A BIG Boss - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

“Finally, some privacy…” Mrs. Stalwart said as they both walked into her house.

This was the second time he´s been to her place. Mrs. Stalwart lives on a mansion. A giant house! But he was yet to understand, was this place big because she was wealthy? Or was it big because she needs a place that can accommodate a nine-feet-plus amazon?

Mrs. Stalwart placed both hands over her wide hips and turned down at Harvey. This time, with some spice in her looks, some enchantment on her glare. “We´re alone, dear. No need to hide anything from anyone…” He shivered a bit.

He could understand the reason why there was a need to hide their love from others. At least from people at the office. She cannot date her personal assistant. She could get in trouble, or could end up firing him because they demand her to. It was a policy.

Harvey knows she could fight for it, that she could find a way to make them allow this. She could make anyone do anything. But this might be a more pacific way to solve this problem. He wouldn´t call it a problem, or say it´s solved, but this is the easiest temporary-solution.

Now, why to hide on the outside world? From the rest of the people? This is kind of their third date, so far, he´s been to her place twice and to a restaurant once. A very fancy one, and far away from the office.

Was it because no one could see them in such a place? Too fancy for anyone they know? No one from the office would be there, she knows, it´s kind of expensive. And her place is way more private. In between these four walls, inside her mansion, they can do whatever they want, love each other as bad, as strong, as passionate as they mean!

Hopefully this doesn´t put him at any risk.

“Yeah, we´re alone… we can…” he started, looking up at her, but before he could say a word, she bent over and reach for him.

He could see the passion in her eyes, and her heart was pounding inside her chest. She was surprised he couldn´t hear it. Passion has overcome her. It has come to her to stay!

She couldn´t resist it, she´s been holding up for so long, it´s so bad! It´s like torture, the heart knows what the heart wants, and her heart wants him! She needs some Harvey, to taste his lips, to feel as close as she can to him, to show him her real love.

She picked him up and kissed him. Her enormous lips landed on his, the kiss was passionate, strong, amorous. 

And it was just the beginning…

—

She was an intense woman, as intense as she´s tall. Harvey was showered with kisses, meanwhile, her words were a bit like this.

“It´s torture! To hold back and resist kissing you, that´s so hard! But I´ve resisted, in the name of our love, so that no one suspects there´s something between us. a great thing called LOVE!” he lost count of the kisses.

His lips, his cheeks, his forehead, she was smothering him with kisses! Not that he minds, as he´s held by her arms in the air, he feels warm and… sheltered? Maybe he should keep that thought to himself, but he feels protected in her embrace. Was it because she was such a big woman?

Her scent, her sweet perfume was soothing him, so fresh, such a delightful aroma. The touch of her lips, thick and… a bit sultry, made him quiver. She aroused him, he can´t deny it. He wasn´t hard, but he was certainly teased by this gigantic woman.

“Ok, let´s get you clean. Sorry, sweetheart. I got a bit carried away.” she giggled as she whipped her lipstick off his face.

Harvey was covered in red lipstick kisses. Dozens and dozens of lip-shaped stains all over his face, and a couple on his neck. And, maybe, one or two on his shirt. Mrs. Stalwart was wild, but she can´t be blamed, she has been holding for a lot.

She knew this was going to happen, she couldn´t allow him to walk out of her office covered with kisses, could she? Everyone would know, specially if his shirt was a mess, unfastened and with the buttons all out of place. 

But here, at her place, she can take care of cleaning the kisses, she can even take care of washing his clothes. Of course, that would mean he´s going to have to take them clothes off. And who knows what can happen after he loses his shirt…

Harvey was a bit stupified by the kisses, were her pheromones really that strong? He feels kind of tipsy, as if he was a bit light-headed. Was it the kissing? Was it her? She really has a strong effect on him. And who knows what can happen later, with all that influence over his body, things can get really hot…

—

“I´ll be cooking us dinner.” She declared, after fixing his shirt and whipping all of the lipstick off of him.

“There´s no need to… we can order, you know.” He said, not wanting her to go through all that trouble.

“Nonesense, I´ll cook for us. I want to… I want this date to be more… meaningful. I´ll cook, to show you how delicious my food is. To prove that I´m not just good at my job, but at cooking. You see, a woman likes to pamper their man from time to time. Allow me to pamper you with a delicious meal, one that comes from the heart.” She came closer to him and whispered the last words: “Love will be my special ingredient.” She sounds sweet.

But, “pamper their man?” what does she mean? Is he her man? Does this mean they are already together?

It´s not like he doesn´t want to, but he would like to know if this is already official. He can´t deny he needs some more information. The last thing he wants is to be unaware of their current status, or to think they are something more than they truly are.

It´s complicated. If he doesn´t acknowledge they are a couple, she will get mad, and if he calls them a couple when they are not, she´ll get upset. He´s not afraid because she´s a 9´6” amazon, or because she´s his boss, he´s more concerned because he doesn´t want to hurt her feelings.

Amazon or not, she has feelings. He can now tell.

—

It didn´t take long for her to prepare the meal.

Harvey offered to help, but she said: “NO! Just sit there and let me take care. You´re a guest, just relax.” 

To what he said: “But… I could lead a helping hand…” He was trying to look for something to do. 

Her kitchen was designed for a woman her height, so the counter´s above his head. Since there´s people, average people, cleaning and cooking for her, she´s got a couple of special ladders for them. Structures, kind of scaffolds, for people to reach.

She wanted to take care of this on her own, to be nice, therefore, he cannot move a finger. And how did she tell him?

“NO! You´ll take a sit and wait. I´ll take care of everything. I don´t want you to  move a single finger, understood?” Her words were a bit stern at the end.

“But…” he started, immediately cut off by her.

“I said, UN-DER-STOOD? AM I CLEAR?” She was not negotiating, he will take a sit and wait, thats it.

He nodded. “Yes ma´am.” She can be quite intimidating sometimes.

“Ma´am? Oh, silly. Don´t call me that!” she said, laughing a bit, “call me Vera, or… my love.” his mind was almost blown away. My love? She´s talking as if they were married.

He felt nervous, so he just walked away and took a sit. Needless to say he kind of climbed in order to have a sit at the counter.

Mrs. Stalwart was unsure if she went too far with asking him to call her my love. Was it too much? She could be mad because of feeling rejection, but she was not as stern with him. She could share some blame sometimes. She´s going to take note on this, to leave the nicknames for a later stage on their relationship.

—

Within a moment, they were both sitting at her dinner table.

The table was huge, certainly expensive. Crafted in wood, imported surely. The top seems thicker than his foot´s long, and the width, two Harverys standing one on top of the other? Since this was supposed to be a table big to her, the length´s a bit exaggerate as well. Normally, seven-feet would be more than enough, but this table… Twelve-feet long? Fourteen?

He was looking at her, past his plate, and she was looking at him. She was smiling, he smiled back.

This was quite a lovely moment, he thought. He was sitting at the table, the dim lights were kind of romantic. The ambience, it felt so elegant. The table was expensive, fancy; as were the rest of the items in the room. But we won´t get into too many details, let´s just mention the designer chandelier that hung above the table.

He was given a plate with a really balanced dinner. A piece of steak, which was the protein; fusilli pasta in white cream, the carbs; and a salad. His plate had plenty of food, quite some more than he usually eats for dinner. However, hers was quite the contrast. It was HUGE! Like three steaks! She had the pasta on a separate plate and she kept the salad bowl near her. 

This was going to be quite a lovely moment, she´ll eat plenty, sharing the meal with him, a man who she fell in love with. He´s happy, she must be happy too. All those kisses from earlier, they were the proof.

He thought everything was going like she wanted. Until, out of a sudden, she spoke.

“This is not going to work… I feel like we´re miles away!” She felt so distanced by the huge table between them. She can barely see him from where she´s sitting. ”I want you close to me, not this! Maybe… you should sit by my side and not at the other end of the table. Or…” she smiled at her last thought.

—

The date was quite romantic. Both lovers sitting at the table, the mood was set, the ambience was too. But this was… too fancy.

They have already had dinner at an expensive restaurant, this felt like repeating the same but in a different scenario. Now, she cooked sure, but this was kind of the same. Like a do-over, but at her place.

She really enjoyed the pool date, it was more relaxed, more casual. She wants to make this more casual. Not so strict, not something that feels scripted. She wanted to make him feel warm and welcome, therefore…

“How´s the pasta? I added parmesan cheese this time, you know, I wanted to give it a little extra.” She asked, with a wink at the end.

“I like it, it´s… it´s very tasty.” Now they were close, as close as she wanted.

She decided to make things more casual, now they were sitting at her living room, on the couch, watching a series she´s been wanting to see, but not alone. Maybe this was like killing two birds with the same stone?

This felt so nice, she was sitting on the couch, holding her plate. Sure, maybe it was not as comfortable, and she struggled to accommodate the pasta plate and salad bowl on the table next to the couch, but it works.

Now, was Harvey sitting next to her? Not exactly… he was sitting there… between her legs. This couch felt so massive to him, like one that existed on a land of giants; this was perfectly comfortable for Mrs. Stalwart, she fits so comfortably here, enough space to sit cross-legged, with him between her legs.

Her legs were wrapped around him, and… it was kind of comfortable. There´s enough space for him to sit there, plus, the softness of her thighs, they were like huge cushions.

This was nice, comfy, relaxing. He could really enjoy this date. Maybe things were going to be smooth? Calm? Chill?

Then, Mrs. Stalwart spoke. “I´m glad you´re here. I´m really enjoying our time together. Now, since we´re alone, I´d like to ask you… what are you looking for in a woman?” He was chewing, and when she spoke, he swallowed. HARD.