The time has come. It has to end NOW.
I can't work properly with her around. The way she moves her hips when she walks across the hall is just too mesmerizing for me to concentrate working on this week's article. Okay, what am I even saying? I should learn to hate her. I don't like her.
Peeking up the barriers to check if she has arrived, I've gone to work early for this. Don't care if I'm not allowed to be here yet at this time the office is still closed. Yep, you thought of it right, I indeed slept in the office just so I can be here early. I know she's the first one to arrive, I have checked her timecard of course with the help of security personnel. No, I'm kidding, of course I stole it and placed it back. You see, people don't know I'm in here. I might even lose my job for staying in here at this time of the morning. While I was at it, of course, I took the liberty of sitting on my boss' well-known extra soft and comfortable swiveling chair a little while earlier. Found out that trucker actually has an Asian wife, or I don't know, probably Hawaiian, I'm not really good at recognizing ethnicities just by face. Anyway, I took another peek up the barriers and there I saw shadows... moving.
Horses galloping. Well fuck, that's how it sounded on the floor. Her stilettos had that distinct sound that made my heart race. She's closing in. Just a few more steps to where I'm hiding.
Wait a minute... how am I gonna do this? Oh my god, what am I even doing here? I realized. I DIDN'T HAVE A PLAN!
Eeeeeeek!
"What are you doing here?!!" She screamed. It was awesome.
I grabbed her by the arm, pushed her against the wall and said,
"I know what you're doing. I know, Amy and you've gotta stop. You have to stop doing this to me. This constant vocal worship of your gloriously-shaped ass every time you're in my presence. This verbal diarrhea of praise whenever you're in my perimeter. This sudden tent that forms in my pants whenever you walk by. I don't know how you do it but THIS HAS TO END NOW!" Panting like a dog, I think I used up all of my reserved voice just for that.
"Okay...if that's your intro line before you rape someone, you seriously need a lot of revisions 'cause I am not a single bit scared."
What. WHAT! What rape? OMG. Nooooooooooo! She thought I was gonna rape her. What do I do? I removed my hands that pinned her against the wall.
"I'm...I..I'm not planning to...anytime soon." I stuttered.
"That's comforting. Did you sleep in here just to do that?"
"No? Of course...not, w-what are you talking about?" This is hard.
"Your hair is a mess and there's dried map of drool on your face."
Fuck. I am failing epically. I've never been this close to her face. What is happening? We're having a conversation! She noticed my face! Wait, OMG, no! Fucking get back on track, Jake. You need to get rid of this hot piece of ass. Ugh. Quick...quick! Come up with an excuse.
"...I...I stayed in for research, I...have to write...this... article on B-B-bizarre Coincidences with..with...w-with.. Ooo-rly," I struggled to tell her a single lie. But I did it. Not unless I keep covering my mouth with one hand, I would be able to keep all the truth in.
"Oh really?" She replied.
"I see what you did there..." I let my guard down, "...NO, I STAYED HERE ALL NIGHT JUST SO I CAN CONFRONT YOU AND TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE AND SHIT AND POSSIBLY TRY TO ASK YOU OUT TO DINNER AND MAYBE WE CAN GO BACK TO MY PLACE AND HAVE AMAZING SEX." Damn it. There I said it.
"You are really lucky I still haven't screamed 'Rape!' yet so please you really need to give me a bit of space". That's when I only realized, we were actually breathing the same wave of air within inches of distance. My face was so close to hers I could smell the raspberry aroma of her lipgloss. Just then, I heard something coming from the doors of the office.
AMY! BABY!
AMY!
A voice came from the entrance.
Wait. Who said that?
All of a sudden I just felt her drag me down to my knees. I was ducking below the barriers while she had her hand on my hair.
OH MY GOD. I can't believe what was in front of me. Just a few inches from my nose was just Our Lady in Purple's crotch. I'm at the gates of Heaven.
"Hey, not that I'm complaining or anything but whatever happened to giving you a bit of space?" I could smell everything. And mind you, just forgot to share, I've got X-men abilities, Intense olfactory sense. Smells like heat.
"Quiet!" she shushed me like a child. I don't know what she's up to but this has been the single best moment of my entire career. But the voice that came from the door only grew nearer.
BABY, What are you doing there? Come with me to my office.
Wait a minute. That voice. Ew. That voice smells like it's inviting rough sex. It's actually disgusting to the ears.
"I'm coming, baby. I was just... there was just a... I think I saw a...uhh...mouse." She replied.
You lying bastard. I thought I was the only one.
WELL, you better hurry up, I've got new toys!
That clinking sound. Smells like furry handcuffs. Used furry handcuffs. Oh. God.
What is happening here? Our resident psychologist is obviously fucking with someone in our office. Who the hell got to her first before I did? However, I do enjoy the fact that both her hands are on my head, pushing me down under the table. A door closed after a few seconds. That door. That voice. Oh no. She's fucking with our trucker boss, Mr. Overgrown! Why, oh why? And handcuffs...
How bout his Asian or whatever Hawaiian wife? This is outrageous!
Come and think of it, this is actually it. My upper hand. The card I've been waiting for. Buahahaha. Okay. I did not just laugh like that.
"Well, look who just got busted?" I said cockily as I got back on my feet. The look on her face was priceless.
"I could get you fired anytime, Finley." Ooh, scary. She was trying to keep that gameface on when her lips were obviously trembling with guilt.
"Oh yeah, you homewrecker, your reputation is at stake, your family, your career, you should have screamed Rape when you had the chance!" Okay, that sounds so sinister.
"What do you want?" She was furious.
What do I want? Right. I can actually get what I want in this situation. Better make the most of it.
"I want Orly out of my articles."
Alright. That is not the most important or most efficient way of using this blackmail but hey, I can use all the other wishes later on.
"That's it? You know you could have asked for a raise." she scoffed.
Oh wait, why didn't I think of that? Ugh.
"Bitch, I've got time."
Only a smirk could sum up all of my emotions with this situation. This gon' be good.
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