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Rosa stretched her long limbs uncurling beneath the silk sheets, the alarm buzzed on the locker and lazily she reached out and clicked it off.
Another day of the usual errands. Turning over in the bed she stared wistfully at the empty space beside her. Why did Jax leave? It didn’t make any sense, they were happy, or at least she thought they were.
A week had passed since Jax had left, taking all of his belongings with him, she remembered the tears she shed as she begged him to explain why. All that Jax had given her in return were cold looks and a brief peck on the cheek before he walked out the door.
Rosa hated to admit it but she was lonely without him, she missed his touch, the smell of his aftershave and the way he always sang out of tune when he was in the shower.
Sitting up she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching her arms above her head, her succulent breasts strained against the soft camisole that she wore.
Padding into the bathroom she flicked on the shower, and then stopped to stare at her reflection in the mirror, slowly she stripped In front of the mirror, her eyes picking out each little flaw and imperfection that she knew she had.
Jax had always joked that he loved having a little something extra to hold onto when they made love, there was always that extra little edge to his voice when he said it, The tone of his voice suggesting that what he said went beyond teasing.
Naturally, it had always made her feel insecure, but it didn’t seem to matter how much she hit the gym her body just wasn’t cut out to be thin and waif like.
With a sigh rosa stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down across her soft naked skin. "Why did I let thoughts like that bother me?" She thought out loud, It was stupid, she knew she shouldn’t think so badly about her body, if she did not love herself, then how could she expect anyone else to love her? Or at least that was the advice all of the magazines gave out.
She was supposed to be a strong, confident and independent woman, and yet, the niggling doubts still filled her mind with the idea that she wasn’t good enough and no one would ever love her in the way she so desperately craved.
Grabbing the shower gel Rosa squirted some out into her hand and began to lather up her body violently, each time her hands rubbed against her nipples it made them stiffen a little more, indicating how too long had passed since she had sex, and now she was beginning to suffer for it.
Indulging herself she let her hand dip between her legs, rubbing her clit in lazy circles, she moaned and pressed her free hand against her breast, pinching and playing until the nipple was painfully erect.
The phone rang.
Its insistent shrill tone made Rosa freeze, 'just ignore it, it’ll go to voice mail' the little voice in her mind urged, her hand began to slowly circle her clit once more as the answering machine kicked in, the sound of her apologetic greeting made the anger within her surface once more and she slipped her fingers into her pussy.
'Why was I always so apologetic about every goddamned thing?' she hissed.
The smooth caress of her boss’ voice filtered out from the answering machine, Rosa froze. The sound of his voice sent shivers of passion down her spine, now there was a man who knew how to be in control, she had often thought what it would be like to surrender to a man who held all the power.
A man who with just the tone of his voice could reduce her to a quivering mess.
Something clicked in her brain. What the hell was he saying? Rosa launched herself out of the shower stall and into the hall, standing there with water dripping onto the wooden floor from her naked body, she attentively listened to the message.
“Look Rosa, I just need you to get your ass over here as soon as possible. This whole deal has turned to shit and I need you here... We need to...” He sighed on the other end of the line.
Rosa could picture him sitting behind his desk his hand idly pushing his dark hair back from his face. The phone clicked dead.
He had probably pressed the wrong button, he seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately. Part of her wondered why, as she headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, when she had first started working for Mr. Axel, he had been more than capable of dealing with all of the fancy gadgets at his disposal, However, as more time passed, he seemed to more often be in need of her help in using them. It was odd and out of character.