What do you do when what you want is pretty much forbidden, but, even though you know it will cause nothing but trouble at home, you can’t help but think about it all the time?
In the case of Anne, controlling herself around the house, and even when cooling off around the pool (well, except for that one time, but no one was around... right?) is manageable, but when she soon finds herself working under her desire at his restaurant, Bliss, the temptation just might be too much. She needs the money to keep the man of the house and Lisa off her back, but what price will she pay if they find out just what she thinks about her new boss who happens to share the same roof as all of them? With the temperature rising, will Anne finally ask for what's on the tip of her tongue or will she stay quiet because what she wants shouldn't be on the menu at all? Warning: This 20,000+ word story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit scenes of fingering, oral sex, masturbation, sex, and light BDSM involving a number of different people. Reader discretion is advised! Excerpt: Before I knew it, Neil had pulled a chair up across from me, and his hands were holding mine. He had yet to see me cry, so I was trying to hold back the tears, but his actions only brought up other frustrations I was dealing with and it was all too much. As a few tears escaped, I felt Neil’s hand brush my cheek to wipe them away. Feeling his hands holding mine had been enough to ignite both my body and my heart, but now this action only made me want him more. Of course, when I saw how concerned his eyes were, I pushed aside my desires and decided to focus on my job situation instead. “It’s this damn job hunt,” I explained. “Larry and mom really want me to find something so I can start pulling my weight around here, but there’s nothing out there!” “Wait, is that all that’s bothering you?” he asked. “I might have just the solution!” With that, Neil explained to me how the employee he had been complaining about while my friends were over a month or so ago had finally pushed him to his limits. He had been messing-up orders and showing up late far too often, so Neil had to play the bad guy and let him go. Unfortunately, doing so left the restaurant short staffed and they were already busy enough as it was. “So, do you have any experience waiting tables?” he questioned. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think I could figure it out!” I promised. “Well, you’re hired!” Neil exclaimed. I was so surprised at how quickly things had turned around that I hugged Neil in my excitement. Given how we were sitting, it was awkward at best, and I was practically sitting on his lap. However, he didn’t seem to mind, and he hugged me back. I could smell the kitchen on his chef’s uniform, but I didn’t mind. It was a mix of sweat and food, and I found myself thinking that I wouldn’t mind smelling it every day. “Alright, we’ll figure out the details later, but for now I should get out of these clothes and get a shower,” Neil suggested. “Okay. Thank you so much!” I said, shifting my weight back to my chair. “Oh, don’t thank me yet,” Neil warned. “You don’t know what it’s like to work under me!” Once again, I could feel my body jump at the idea of Neil being on top of me, but I quickly told myself that he was simply making a joke. “Haha, I bet you’re a real softie!” I responded. “Maybe. Maybe not,” he replied. With a new job on the horizon, I couldn’t help but smile as he stood up to head to the shower. Of course, with a few other thoughts still in my head, I also couldn’t help but check out his crotch while it was in front of me. Although it was only for a second, I’m sure of what I saw: Neil’s c*** was stiff and easily outlined in his pleated black pants.