I Worked For Him In A Subordinate Capacity

Another boss subordinate sex encounter. I am the subordinate, female, not rich or hot, never married, younger by a generation. He's older, rich and famous, women, girls, and gays want to be close to him. Why me? Why did he pick me?

He asked me out to lunch on his boat. Believe me I thought a sandwich and a coke, not a set table and a beautiful super hot waitress taking my order. He walked me out on deck to ask me if I minded that he liked me. He didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. Out there as the sun set he told me a story that cannot be made up, including where the scar on his back came from (an animal attack in Kenya).

He trusted me, not like those other people, would I marry him? My mouth was dry, I stammered. I wasn't ready, thinking of being married. He presented a ring, unassuming, but preciously beautiful. Take it, it's yours, will you take me? I went home that night with the biggest decision of my life.

Out of a sense of not wanting to hurt his feelings I accepted. I was married in a room with lawyers, no there wasn't a prenup, only papers and papers naming me his representative. We live in a nice house, hidden behind a tree lined hill, unseen from the highway. I don't work anymore, not at the company. I have a personal secretary, no not the hot waitress. There is a professional kitchen staff, and a personal driver. It's only behind locked doors in the bedroom wing that I have my privacy.

And that girl, the hot one who serves the table on the boat on the harbor? He thinks she's a lesbian. I don't agree with him, she's just not interested in a man who could be her grandfather.