I'm In A Very Strange Relationship With The Man I Worked For

I met him for lunch at a Jamaican restaurant. His pick. I worked for him for four years but I still went when he called. In the parking lot he kissed me, and parted my lips with his tongue. He said he was going out of town, and he wanted my company. I really did think I said no, but he must have misunderstood. He came to get me. With my passport.

We went to Mexico, to a time share. I did the cooking, made the beds, he liked watching me do housework. I had a two piece with me, he allowed me when we were in the hot tub, but I had to buy a one piece to go down to the pool. Night was him on the right and me on the left. Cold sheets between us.

I waited and waited for him to make a move. Cold sheets, but his eyes followed me as I got ready for bed. It took forever to fall asleep, waiting. He was easy to please for breakfast, coffee and cereal. Lunch was out at some restaurant, dinner too except for one night we had sandwiches. The week went by fast, we were back at my apartment.

He was 'an animal', I couldn't handle what was happening. He left after he was satisfied with himself, I laid there. Six nights in Mexico and he waited to take me in my apartment. When he calls I answer, when he wants to do lunch I meet him, if he comes to my apartment I give in, I don't know when he'll be with me the next time.

I know I'm in love with him. I think he loves me, but never says anything.