4 In the Boss's Car

Pushing her laptop away from her Changying rubbed at her eyes. 'Lunch' she thought, 'I need to stretch and stop thinking about sex.' The ideas she was constantly bombarded with lately made her a walking hormone and try as she might to diligently research sexual slavery in ancient Rome, without emotion, she knew it was getting to her. Maybe she should go to the club with Chunhua. Some rough one night stand might be just what she needed. She knew going anywhere with Chunhua was like walking in the shadow of a bright star, but surely someone would notice her if she made herself look available.

Grabbing her bag, she walked to the kitchenette, peeking from behind her long fringe into Wang's office and finding him watching her again she walked faster. Maybe she could leave a little early and pop down to see her old friends in the research department and see if anyone wanted to go for coffee. She needed some normal conversation and a generous slice of cheesecake.

Fishing a container of pasta from her bag she popped it into the microwave to heat for a few minutes. Grabbing a coke from the machine, she took the steaming food from the oven realising it was way too hot again and turned distractedly to head back to her desk, running straight into a hard tall body.

"Oh fuck! I am so sorry." Changying backed up pasta, sauce, and melted cheese burning into her chest. She did not even register whom she had walked into as the pain seared into her. Changying headed to the sink to drop the container and splash cold water at the scalding sauce burning her skin. Grabbing copious amounts of paper towel and wetting them, she dabbed at the reddened skin and her dress. "I am really sorry," she said over her shoulder, "I am not normally so clumsy. Did I get any on you?"

The amused voice of Wang Wei spoke and she froze, "No. It seems like you didn't want to share your lunch with me after I followed the delicious smell in here."

Changying held the soggy paper towel to her chest and looked up. "Oh Gawd, Wang!" Changying was mortified, "I am so terribly sorry, Sir. I will clean up the mess. Did you want something?" Changying stepped back further as he walked into the small kitchenette.

"That looks like a nasty scald. I think you need to get it seen to," he lifted her chin and inspected her chest. "Come with me." He took her hand, picked up her bag and led her from the room. Passing his secretary, he ordered, "Call maintenance to clean up the kitchen. We will be back in a while. Call my mobile if you need me."

He pulled her along behind him and into the lift pressing the basement level button. They descended, and Changying found her voice, "I will just go home and change and be back in an hour. I am fine, honestly."

"I don't think driving in your condition would be wise, do you?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked down on her.

"I will be fine, honestly," she pulled the wet towel that she had been clutching to her chest away revealing large blotchy red marks making her reapply the towel and grimace.

Wang hadn't let go of her hand, and as the lift doors opened he pulled her out. They strode to a shiny midnight blue car. Opening the door he murmured, "In." Placing her bag on her lap he put the seatbelt under her arm and breasts and leant over her to do it up, cinching it tightly, "So it won't irritate your chest," he said in response to her confused expression as his hand adjusted the way it sat beneath her breasts.

She meekly complied, very conscious that she was wet and bedraggled, sitting in the boss's car. He started the engine and pulled out at speed making her bag fall from her lap, spilling the contents to the car floor. Changying bent to pick up some of it, her hand clutching at the can of coke she had shoved in her bag before spilling her lunch everywhere. It was ice cold, and she sat back up rolling over her chest feeling it take some of the heat from her.

"Good idea," he murmured watching her roll the can from her neck down over each breast and back up.