Elizabeth Lynx's Blog, page 10

THE Truce...

Okay, this is the moment. Right here on this very couch that has so much history about...us! I laugh and shake my head thinking back on all the memories. The time I almost fainted in the interview when we first met and he helped me to this exact couch that my ass is sweating on now. Or the time he was so drunk he passed out while trying to give me cunnilingus and, how later I nearly ripped off his penis with his zipper. Ahh, good times.

But now he’s smiling at me, his eyes twinkling regardless of the terrible phone call he had about his friend/brother/nephew/son? I don’t know David, the one in the coma, but he is obviously very important to Henrik. Despite knowing this he still smiles at me. I just know he is going to admit he has feelings for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some naive school girl expecting him to pronounce his undying love or sweep me off my feet and whisk me to Vegas to get married. That would be ridiculous! Yeah, crazy, so why are you bringing it up? You are the crazy one, not me. I’m trying to be a rational person and you have to plant over the top romantic gestures in my head. Stop it. You just look sad. Yeah, sad.

“Ms. Drake are you feeling alright?”

I look up to see Henrik’s head tilt in concern.

“Yes, of course.”

“You were giggling a moment ago and now you are frowning. I don’t understand.”

“I just thought of something funny in my head. Now don’t change the subject. You were saying that was only partially the reason for what happened downstairs.”

He rubs at his face again turning his gaze to the untidy room. Mr. Payne expresses a low grown.

“I am sorry for that. It was completely unprofessional and that’s one thing I never am...unprofessional.  But with you, Morgana...”

His head slowly turns to face me as his expression softens. Gah! Right there. See that face. This is why I lov...I mean like him. I meant to say like him. It is just a slip of the tongue. Shut up!

“Ahh!  I can’t think straight. You are so...”

He’s waving his hand in the air trying to come up with a word.

“Refreshing, hypnotic, maybe even charismatic?” I try to help him with his quest for the perfect descriptive word.

He shakes his head.

“No, I was going to say irritating, accident prone and even a bit goofy.”

I frown and look down at the leather cushion I am sitting on.

“Gee thanks. Never has a man been so eloquent when describing me.”

He scoots toward me and grabs my shoulders shaking his head.

“No, that came out wrong. I mean, yes you are all those things but you are also wickedly smart, funny and when I look at you all I can see is...my dream come to life. You are so beautiful that if you didn't have those faults you wouldn't be real.”

I...I...gah!!! What do I say to that? Seriously, Brain how do I respond? No man has come close to anything like that with me. The most romantic thing Trevor said to me was that I have great tits. “Morgana this really isn't my department. I’m the logical one remember, romantic sentiment doesn't compute.” My Brain sits at her desk trying to clear the large stack of paperwork on her desk.

Heart, are you there heart? “Oh Morgana! Tell him you love him and you want his babies. You both need to wallow in this bliss. Never to wake up from...”

I close the door on my heart realizing she is too far gone to be of any use. There are times in life, difficult times, when a person must face reality head on.

“So, then why did you just leave me there, alone, downstairs? If you feel this way you have a terrible way of showing me.”

Mr. Payne lets go of my shoulders and sits back to stare at the ceiling.

“Because it’s not right how I feel, what I have done. This job is important to me, just as your job is important to you. I really don’t want to do anything to jeopardize either. It is important for me to focus on work right now. That may seem like a lame excuse but it’s the truth. Can we just be boss and assistant?”

As much as I hate what he said, he’s right. This job and getting into the program is extremely important to me. What if this just is a fling that fizzles over time, then we are stuck working in a very uncomfortable situation. I can’t risk that. Oh Brain you were right all along. “I’m sorry Morgana. I know this is tough for you so I won’t say I told you so, but...okay I will say it. I told you so!” Brain runs back to her office and shuts the door like the coward she is.

“Yeah we can just be assistant and boss. Can I be the boss though?”

I smile as he looks over to me and grins. Mr. Payne so rarely smiles that when he does it stops my heart. I think I am clinically dead for a second but then realize all the blood has drained from my head to my crotch. This ‘only assistant/boss’ thing is going to be hard.

“A truce, I will try to be less of a Payne.” He cocks an eye at me before continuing.

“Yes, I know what everyone calls me Ms. Drake. So, I will be less of a Payne to you if you promise not to wear your glasses around me.”

I smirk at his request. He really has a thing for women in glasses.

“I’ll try Mr. Payne but one disgruntled move from you and these babies come back out.” I lower my frames down the bridge of my nose to look at him. His irises pool black and we stare at each other for a while. Finally he clears his throat and gets up to face the room.

“Ms. Drake can you help me fix up the room?”

“I thought you wanted me to call housekeeping?”

He turns and reaches down a hand to help me up.

“I think housekeeping will need to vacuum up the dirt from the plant but we can pick up the rest. You aren't afraid of getting a little dirty are you?”

I got this job at a cost. There is always a price to pay when you ask THE gods for help. Because right as he spoke that last line I grab his hand and he pulls me up straight into his body. I can feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat from his skin and the growth between his legs as it all presses into me. My body reacts with a shiver.

“Oh Morgana...” He whispers as I look up into his heated eyes.

THE Phone Call...

In hindsight I really shouldn't have let my Grandma talk to Mr. Payne. I will admit that is my fault knowing how she is with...people, but he didn't have to react in that manner. Who brings a woman to the point of orgasm and then walks away like nothing happened? Assholes, that’s whom!

“Grandma answer up! What did you say to Mr. Payne?”

“Sweets it was nothing really.”

I stand, too ramped up on hormones to sit. Taking a deep breath I try to calmly talk to my grandmother.

“You obviously said something.”

“Did that man diddle with your middle?”

How...how on earth does she know?

“What?” The high pitched reaction does a poor job at covering my surprise.

“Oh sweets, he did. I warned him not to do that. Your Mr. Payne seems like a sweet young man, I don’t want him to be hurt by you.”

My hormones dissipate and confusion takes over. I lean back on my desk that only minutes ago helped in the sexual unification of two warring parties. Maybe we aren't at war, but he does piss me off more than Russia ever irritated the United States, just saying.

“Warned him? What did you say Grandma?”

“I told him you are a challenge. No man has conquered your Himalaya. Finally I told him I would be surprised if a man, even one as nice as him, could take you. Oh and I think I told him to imagine Taming of the Shrew, something along those lines.”

“You called me a shrew? Grandma, first of all men have concurred my ‘Himalaya’ as you call it. I told you I...AM...NOT...A...LESBIAN! Secondly and most important you made me out to be some barbaric cave woman who needs a man to bat her over the head with a club. I love you Grandma but please don’t set me up as a sexual challenge to my boss. I don’t need help getting laid. Jesus! I never thought I would be having this conversation with my grandmother.”

I can hear her sigh on the other end.

“If you didn't want me to help you Morgana, then why did you have me talk to him?”

“I thought you would stick up for me like you always do. Tell him not to treat me so bad, that sort of thing. Instead you made it sound like he should be afraid of me.”

“Trust me sweets what I said helped even if you can’t see it now. I have to go. My tanks running low. Need to find gas before I run out. I don’t want to be stuck in the desert.”

“I thought you were in Wyoming?”

“No not until spring. Staying down south for the winter. Love you sweets. And don’t worry about your Mr. Payne. I think he will wise up soon enough. Are you sure it’s Mr. Payne and not Ms. Payne because even though he has a deep voice I know hormonal treatments can do that to a...”

“Bye Grandma, love you.”

I hang up before she continues on her quest to turn me gay. I can become gay as well as a homosexual can turn straight. Putting the phone into my purse I decide to call it a night. Before I leave I pick up the pink post-it’s scattered on the floor. Most of them are the usual stuff about client meetings, etc. The last one I grab states that I need to pick up his dry cleaning and deliver it to his home. It has the address of the cleaners and his home address on the back.

Really? I will get his paperwork. I will read his emails. I will even get his coffee, but I won’t pick up his dry cleaning. I am not his personal assistant. He needs to be reminded that I work for Mimir, not just him. If he needs a favor from me to do his personal fetching then he should have thought about that before teasing me to the point of orgasm and then walking away.

I crumple the note in my fist; snatch my coat and purse before marching to the elevators.

“Lucy, you have some splaning to do!” I yell at the open elevator door and walk inside pushing the 28 button.

Once I’m on the 28th floor I head toward his office and see his door slightly ajar with light filtering out. His voice floats out as I get closer.

“Is he okay, just let me know?”

My body goes rigid and comes to a halt as I notice the hurt in his voice.

“He’s breathing. Oh thank god. Was the surgery successful?”

I creep closer to the door without making my presence known. Yes, I know I am eavesdropping but wouldn't you? This is like something out of a soap opera.

There are a lot of “uh uh’s” coming from him.

“Well, when will he wake?”

I sense a sneeze coming on and pinch my nose to hold it back. It doesn't work and it feels like my head imploded. Luckily he didn't hear anything. Unluckily I don’t have a tissue and keep rubbing my nose on my scarf.

“He’s in a coma? You never said anything about a coma?”

My curiosity is going crazy and I have to whip it back like an old fashioned lion tamer.

“Wait. Wait a minute. So, there is a chance he may never wake up? I came to you because you are the best Neurosurgeon in this country and now you are telling me, not only may David never walk again but he may never wake up?”

Oh god! I look at the crinkled paper in my hand. Suddenly picking up his dry cleaning doesn't seem like a chore anymore. I drop the paper on the floor feeling like a selfish ass.

My thoughts are interrupted with a loud crash coming from inside his office. Then another crash followed by a large boom. I race inside to see Mr. Payne’s chest moving up and down wildly as he stands by an overturned chair. There is a fern that is no longer in its pot lying in the corner and next to it his phone scattered in several pieces.

“Mr. Payne are you alright?”

His eyes flicker an intense gaze at me. Without a word he turns his back and strolls casually past his desk to the wall of windows putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

“Ms. Drake please contact housekeeping and arrange to have someone clean this up.”

“Of course sir. But are you alright?”

He turns to face me and gives a tiny chuckle which I barely hear.

“No Ms. Drake I’m not alright. I haven’t been alright for a long time. Now just go home and have a restful weekend. I’ll see you first thing on Monday.”

Did he just tell me to have a restful weekend? That is so...nice. Woo, something is seriously wrong if he is being pleasant to me. This isn't right. I’ll talk to him; bring him back from the edge he is nearing.

“Mr. Payne something is obviously bothering you. I hear it helps to talk about it?”

His shoulders tense as his gaze narrows causing me to suck in my breath. Even with his hair disheveled and muscles tight from stress the man is still sexy as hell.

“I am not seeing a fucking therapist!”

Wow, cowboy! No need to get eye stabby.

“No, I mean me. Sometimes we need someone to just listen as we let it out.”

For the first time since I have ever known Mr. Payne he looks vulnerable. There is a moment when the expression he flashes is one of innocence and hurt, but it quickly disappears being replaced by his usual. Derek Zoolander has Blue Steel, well Henrik Payne has Dark Thunder. Made that one up myself!

Dark Thunder intimidates people and causes some to cry in fear, but for me it makes me smile. Because I know it’s his little protective barrier to the world. Everyone has a shield of some kind that helps them deal with things they are afraid of, it’s what humans do. This is Mr. Payne’s safety blanket and it’s telling me he’s okay, for now at least. Though it would make me feel better if he confided in someone.

“You are my assistant, not my therapist.”

“Yes, you made that quite clear down stairs in the Sales department.”

He winces and walks over to the couch to sit. Mr. Payne sighs placing his head in his hands to scrub his face and then lays it back so he is staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah, about that. I’m sorry Ms. Drake. I have a bit of a problem when challenged.”

I walk over and sit down on the other end of the couch and arrange myself to face him.

“So that’s why you did it because you were challenged by my Grandma?”

He turns, bringing his leg up on the couch to face me and rests his head in his hand. Mr. Payne smiles a devastatingly handsome smile.

“That’s partly why Ms. Drake.”

THE Assistant...

****WARNING you must be at least 18+ years to read this post!**** When last I left you, Mr. Payne was walking toward me in the Sales department with a very dark look in his eyes. He grabbed me and then it got good, real good. Why don’t you take a look and see just how interesting it became:

Mr. Payne’s warm fingers curl around my shoulders while bringing me near. As the tips of our shoes touch he leans down to speak into my ear. The minty humid wave of his breath wraps around my neck causing a shiver.

“You are my assistant.”

I can only nod as I find my voice evaporating.

“Ms. Drake you are my assistant.” He murmurs again in my ear but I suspect it is to remind him more than me.

There is a thud on the floor from the phone dropping as his grip on me tightens and draws me closer. His spicy cologne filling my nostrils and I whimper as I feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Y..Yes Mr. Payne.” My voice finally comes, but is weak with a whisper.

His head lowers further until I feel his nose brush my neck. My head falls to the side inviting him to go further. I can hear him inhale and he follows it with a primal groan.

Suddenly he is pushing me until the back of my thighs hit the lip of the desk. His hands release my shoulders and move down until they are grasping at my hips. The pain from his fingers curling into my flesh propels a thrill from chest to core.

He has positioned me on my desk and I look down to see him busying his hands pushing my skirt up my thighs. Mr. Payne maneuvers my limbs as if I am a doll so my legs wrap around him.

Lifting his head he gazes down at me as his eyes darken like an ocean during a storm. His eyes hooded and face cemented into a glare. I feel as if I have done something wrong, teased him only to cause this caged torment. My thoughts race what might have provoked this behavior, so that I can make it happen again!

His jaw ticks.

Mr. Payne is emanating raw lust and god if it doesn’t turn me on. But there is something deeper in his eyes, dark and menacing causing my brain to cower behind the locked door.

Oh Brain where are you? “No, girl you are on your own.” She yells from behind the door.

“Is this what you want Morgana?”

As he speaks the words he thrusts his hips, sending his erection digging into me. I can feel my pussy clench with desire. My eyes close and I struggle to contain a moan. I wish he would turn me around, bend me over the desk and have his way with me. A girl can dream can’t she?

He reaches around and places both hands on my ass giving a tight squeeze. My moan escapes. This fuels him, gives him power. I can tell as he raises his head and reveals a cocky grin. One I want to smack off and then grab him by the ears and force his lips onto mine.

God what is happening to me? I have never been like this, so animalistic. The craziest, kinkiest thing I ever did is that youtube video and as far as sex videos go, it is quite lame. Since I had no idea I was being filmed you mainly see my back or feet and half the time I’m not even in the frame. Filming is not Trevor’s forte, but there are many things that he lacks creativity in if you know what I mean!

But just the little Henrick is doing far surpasses any excitement I have experienced with a man and is turning me into something I don’t even recognize. I like it!

“Answer me.” His smirk turns serious as his tone firms, becoming demanding.

“Yes Henrick.”

His hands confidently start to unbutton my blouse just enough so he can see my bra. As his hand slips over the yellow lace fabric caressing me for a moment I reach out to touch his chest. Henrick’s free hand grabs my wrist as he shakes his head.

“Oh no Morgana. You do not want to touch me.”

“Yes I do Henrick.”

His eyes close as he takes a breath. When they open the dark fury I see causes me to gasp.

“If you touch me I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself. You...” He shakes his head chuckling before brushing my nipple with his thumb. Henrick’s gaze opens and stays locked to my breast as he continues.

“Let me guess Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours? Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?”

His eyes flick up to mine to gauge my reaction. What do I feel? I feel like I really want him right now! That is the hottest thing any man has ever said to me. I want him to do all that...all that!

“I...I’ve never been spanked before.” I don’t know why I am even answering his question as I think it is hypothetical. His eyes widen while his nose flares. Reaching back down he starts to rub his palms over my ass.

“So it’s virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me Morgana. First the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses and now you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much deserved spanking?”

I suck in my bottom lip as I resist the urge to crash against his and do very illegal things to them. His hands push my skirt up even further and slip under my matching lace panties. That’s right ladies, I like the lingerie! It’s my one indulgence. Oh who am I kidding it’s one of my sixty indulgences.

Henrick groans as he paws at my flesh. After a few moments his hand trails the seam of the lace to the front and pushes past my drenched lips until two fingers are pushing deep into my core. I gasp at the intrusion.

“Is that better Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more.”

His hand begins a rhythmic motion moving in and out while his thumb draws perfect circles over my clit. My hips begin to mimic his movement and I reach my hand to touch his cheek but he grabs it before I have the chance.

“What did I say about touching me? I don’t think you really want this.”

With that he removes his hands and I feel a frustrating loss until it moves up to my bra and pushes the cups away revealing my nipples.

“So fucking beautiful.” He slathers my nipple with my own wetness and bows down so his lips just barely touch my puckered nipple. The heat of his tongue presses against the hard tip as it darts out. A moment later his lips encase and draw it in. I hiss and buck my hips toward him. He rewards me by slipping his fingers back down and inside my warm folds.

I can feel his fingers curl inside me as the pressure of my release nears. His teeth start to nip at my nipple and before I conclude that he has a favorite he releases my nipple and plants his lips on the other.

“Oh god Henrick!”

His tongue is playing eagerly with the nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking. Once his thumb presses on my nub I know I am at the tipping point. My hips lunge wildly as I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers. Just then he’s gone.

Dazed and frustrated I look over at him straightening his tie as he turns to walk to the door. His back is to me when he stops in the doorway and turns his head so I can only see his profile.

“Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday you will be at your desk on the 28th floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be...reprimanded.”

His head turns and he is gone. Just like that...gone.

My legs are still hanging open along with my blouse while my boobs dangle for all to see. I’m in shock. What the FUCK was that? I am so angry right now I can’t...can’t...even form words.

Quickly I adjust my skirt, fix my undergarments and button up my top after I hop off the desk. Once I am done I grab my phone from the floor and begin to dial. It rings and after the second one I hear, “Hello?”

“Grandma! What did you say to him?”

THE New Year...

Happy New Year! It has been a few weeks since the pantie incident at the holiday party and I haven’t seen Mr. Payne once. You might think this gives me great relief, but no it’s only made things worse. Currently I am working with the sales team on the 18th floor. Everyone on this floor is loud and likes to joke around. So, basically it’s like hanging out with a bunch of frat boys with some sorority chics thrown in for equality sake. They have happy hour every day after work and everyone goes. Well, everyone but me.

This is the part where my life is worse. They give me the grunt work. All the files and paperwork that isn't finished by 5 o’clock, has to be done by me so they can go off and party. I usually don’t get done until the earliest 8 at night. Oh, and the best part is anytime something has to be hand delivered to Mr. Payne up on the 28th floor, I am expected to do it. I am his assistant after all.

I know what you are thinking, “You are his assistant Morgana, why is it so terrible to drop off paperwork to him now and then?” Because he doesn't want to see me. That is exactly what he said...well wrote on a pink sticky note and left it on my temporary office desk the day after Christmas. It said:

Ms. Drake it would be wise to contact me before coming up to my office. H. Payne.

Can you believe that! So he may not have literally wrote that he doesn't want to see me, but every time I call him to let him know I’m on my way up he is never in his office when I arrive. The man is hiding from me.

Fine, whatever, if he wishes to be cowardly that’s his problem. But the post it notes have got to stop! Every day I walk in and my desk is covered in them. All from him. Then when I return from lunch there are even more. It is causing me to take drastic measures. I don’t want to have to do this but he left me no choice.

It’s 7 o’clock at night and I am sitting in the Sales department at my desk all alone. My head is humming as I take out my phone for a break and to finalize my Payne Plan: operation kick ass!

I call the only person I know can help me in a time like this. The phone is ringing but then goes to voice mail. There is Janet Jackson playing in the background of the message: “You have reached Denise, Ms. Austin if you’re nasty! So leave a message as I am busy seeing the world.”

I hear the beep and start, “Hey Grandma it’s me Morgana. I don’t know why I feel the need to explain who I am to you since I am your only granddaughter, but anyway. I have a problem of the male variety so I need your help. Call me back. Where are you now? Montana or South Dakota?”

Ending the call I get up deciding to stretch my leg. Walking over to the wall of windows I look out over the glittering lights of the Chicago street scene below. Watching the snow fall, blanketing the street makes for a pretty scene. A noise wakes me from my thoughts and I turn to see some movement at my desk. Must be the cleaning woman. She always tries to clean my desk, rearrange everything and I can never find anything in the morning. I better go tell her to not touch my stuff.

I turn the corner of my cubical wall to see Mr. Payne hunched over my desk littering it with pink. Pink post its to be precise. He looks up in surprise. I lean on the wall and cross my arms while smirking.

“Guess you didn't expect me to be here did you Mr. Payne?”

He stands and appears nervous but only for a moment before clearing his throat while narrowing his eyes at me.

“Yes I thought you had left for the evening Ms. Drake. I was just leaving you some notes for morning.”

I push off the wall and stride to my desk, brushing my arm against his as I pass. Immediately a rush of heat scatters throughout my body to my core as I feel my insides hum. Shhh vagina! Stop making this into a thing. He’s a jerk, remember? My body doesn't want to listen to me as I feel my nipples harden. Crap!

Turning I hop on my desk to sit as my legs swing below. I try to look relaxed, sexy even confident but all I can feel is the pen digging in to my ass and I’m pretty sure I just broke my cell phone.

“Well I am still here. Anything you need to say to me you can tell me right now.” I narrow my eyes to mimic him. He squints further and it becomes a squint-off. Each of us trying our best to narrow our eyes enough but still be able to see.

I end up leaning forward while finally closing my eyes and fall off the table head first into my chair. At least no one was sitting in it this time.

“Ms. Drake you really must stop attacking chairs.”

I feel his hand around my arm as he pulls me up. Wait, did he just make a joke? Before I can ponder this further I feel his hand on my ass.

“What are you doing?” My head snaps to watch his hand peel something off my clothes. He waves it in the air for me to see.

“You got my notes on your ass.”

Well that is a new one, even for me. My face starts to burn read and I push up my glasses to play off my discomfort.

“Oh I see. Perhaps you shouldn’t use so many pink pieces of paper to communicate with me, and then I wouldn’t have things stuck to my butt.”

Mr. Payne’s head cocks to the side in confusion.

“Then how would I communicate to you Ms. Drake?”

“With your mouth Mr. Payne.”

His eyes switch from glaring at my eyes to fixating on my mouth. My nerves get the better of me (and possibly my hormones) and I lick my lips. He inches closer to me and we are almost touching. My pussy is throbbing as my heart pounds in my ears. I really want him to kiss me.

So what if I think he’s an asshole and coward who tries his best to avoid me, right now all I can ponder is how his 5 o’clock shadow would feel a little rough scrapping against my inner thigh. “Morgana! Do you really want a repeat of two weeks ago?” My brain is trying her best to call for my attention. I’ll just shut the door to my head to give Mr. Payne and me a little more privacy. “Morgana! Morga....” The door is now shut and locked. That’s better, now where was I, oh yes his mouth heading in my directions.

“The girlz must be crazy if they think they gonna beat me Honey Boo Boo child!” My phone on my desk lights up as the ringtone calls to me.

“What the...” Mr. Payne looks over at my phone in curiosity.

I sigh and see it’s my Grandma calling me back.

“I’m sorry Mr. Payne but I have to get this.” Grabbing the phone I answer.

“Hey Grandma how are you?”

“Oh sweets I’m good. Now what’s this I hear about a man causing you trouble? Are you sure this man isn't a woman? You know you can admit to me if you are a lesbian. I am very open about all that.”

The palm of my hand rubs urgently at my forehead as I lean back on my desk.

“Grandma we have been over this so many times. I am not a lesbian.”

“I just don’t want you to feel you need to be someone you are not just for me.”

“No Grandma, you are just in competition with your knitting group about who has the most diverse family. Why don’t you question Daniel and ask if he’s gay?”

“Oh sweets, I KNOW your brother isn't gay, don’t be ridiculous. Fine if you won’t admit to it then explain to me why this man is bothering you?” As my grandmother emphasizes the word man in the sentence I know she is rolling her eyes at me while speaking.

Ever since I became best friends with Aria in college and we moved in together after we graduated she assumes Aria and I are dating. It also doesn't help that I haven’t had a boyfriend since my early 20’s. Trevor the douche sort of ruined that for me. Which brings me to this point; there is visual evidence on Youtube of me with a man, yet my Grandma still believes I am a closet lesbian. When I point this out to her she shakes her head and tells me that I was just experimenting with being straight.

“Well if you must know the man in question is right in front of me. Here I will let you talk to him!”

In my flustered state I push my cell phone at Mr. Payne as he takes it with wide eyes.

“Uh...hello?”

There is silence as my grandmother responds.

“This is Mr. Payne your granddaughter’s boss.”

Mr. Payne is clearing his throat and loosening his tie as my Grandmother, if I know her well which I do, is most likely explaining how no one hurts her granddaughter. He walks away from my desk just nodding his head a few times and then shaking it. Mr. Payne tries to get a few words in but stops as I assume my Grandma keeps cutting him off.

I watch him at the window and see his pained reflection.

“Yes Ms. Drake. Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Austin. You are right. You have a very beautiful granddaughter and it is my duty to see she is well cared for. Thank you for pointing this out. I look forward to meeting you. Good bye.”

Several things just happened as he spoke, my sex clenches, my heart nearly bursts and my brain yells, “What the fuck?”

He turns and stares at me for a moment. His eyes are growing dark. Mr. Payne starts to walk briskly toward me. He grabs my shoulders as I look up into his smoldering eyes.

THE Payneful Reminder...

He is holding my lace panties in his hand staring at me in utter confusion. Mr. Payne doesn't remember a thing. Of course he doesn't he was wasted. While the shock of adrenalin has obviously sobered him up from the zipper incident (I seem to have a lot of sex related incidents in my life.) I feel it isn't enough to trigger his memory.

“Ms. Drake, answer me. What is this?”

“Looks like underwear to me sir.”

He rolls his eyes and points to the chair for me to sit. Mr. Payne walks to his door, shutting it and turns on a few more lights. Looking around the room at his clothing everywhere he has the same confused expression as he did while pulling my undies from his pocket.

I settle into the chair across from his desk, carefully removing his socks from the seat and handing them back to him as he walks by. He grabs them roughly and shoves them into his pocket. Suddenly he stops just before he turns the corner of his desk to get to his chair. His back is to me and I can’t help but wonder what is he thinking.

After a few moments he moves again and comes to his chair. Placing the panties on the desk, he stares at them while addressing me.

“Ms. Drake what happened tonight?” He asks in a low voice full of worry.

Do I tell him the truth? What if I explain things and he is so mortified he has me transferred to Accounting permanently or another department where I can’t enter the Executive Development Program? The only way to enter is to have an Executive recommend me, so working directly with one is imperative. I really should have listened to my brain this evening.

Maybe I should lie. Yeah, a little white lie can’t hurt. He won’t be embarrassed to be around me and we can continue as boss and assistant (if I ever get to be his actual assistant instead of floor hoping every week.).

“You came and got me in Accounting and told me you had to speak to me Mr. Payne. By the time I got to your office you had taken off your clothes. I saw you were passed out on the couch, so I tried to rearrange your body so you were lying on your side in case you became sick. Your zipper got caught on my sleeve and well, I think you can guess what happened after that.”

Wow, I’m good at thinking on my feet. Thank you brain and a round of applause for you. I am sorry I didn't listen to you to begin with. “Apology accepted Morgana. Now, let’s hope he buys the shit your selling.”

Mr. Payne clears his throat, still not looking at me.

“Umm, was there anything else that happened Ms. Drake?”

I shake my head.  Not going to tell him. Nope! Not going to do it.

“I apologize for my behavior Ms. Drake. If you are worried I might become angry or your job is at stake if you tell me the truth then please understand nothing could be further from the truth. I normally don’t drink, but this day is always a bad for me and, well...that’s not important. What is important is for you to understand if I did anything that made you uncomfortable I need to know in order to rectify it.”

I am sucking in my lips to prevent them from talking. He looks so scared and helpless right now. Like a little fawn lost in the woods. I just want to reach over and pet him, maybe take his shirt off too.

“Ms. Drake I need to explain something to you. About a year ago I had an assistant who...umm...tried her best to seduce me. I kept telling her no. Finally her actions, along with her need to constantly be on her cell phone, caused me to fire her. Normally I would never discuss a former or current employee’s issues but I feel tonight warrants it. She felt the need to retaliate by filing a sexual harassment lawsuit at me. It never went anywhere because her accusations were unfounded. So, it’s important to me to find out exactly what occurred tonight. Please understand when I say my behavior tonight was a mistake. I may have taken advantage of you in a way that is highly inappropriate. You have my sincerest apologies.”

Well shit! Guess sex is definitely not on the menu with Mr. Payne. Crap, crap, double crap.

“You fingered me.” I blurt out. So much for not telling him. “Morgana, in order to tell a lie one must not tell the truth right after, it defeats the purpose.” My Brain explains to me. “Shut up brain. I thought you drove off anyway.” I tell her. She shrugs her squiggly shoulders at me, “Got stuck at a light and looked in the rear view mirror to witness the craptastic hole you have created.”

I roll my eyes.

“Did I...uh...force you to do that Ms. Drake?” Mr. Payne looks at his clasped hands and I can see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“No.” I shake my head and he lets out a very loud breath. We are quiet for a moment and I keep my eyes on my undies hoping I get them back. I wasn't kidding when I said they aren't cheap.

“So you wanted me to do that...um...never mind. I’m sorry that it occurred Ms. Drake.”

“I’m not.” I mumble under my breath and look away. My heart has long since stopped beating rapidly and is now pained. I’m disappointed and pissed off right now. Disappointed that this won’t happen again and angry he views it as a terrible mistake.

Despite all the horrible things people say about him I feel it’s all in perspective. He’s a ballbuster/vagina smasher; therefore he is a hard worker and expects those around him to work just as hard. As for not having a life, well, I don’t have a life either. I put so much time into work and my career; I don’t have time for a social life like a normal 29 year old. If anything all the accusations about him being a terrible person makes me like him even more.

But as much as I like Henrick, I’m angry with him right now. Sure he’s worrying about his job, so am I but that doesn't stop me from being human. Also, I’m horny. So there is that.

“What did you say Ms. Drake?”

“Me too Mr. Payne. I’m real sorry too.” If you can’t tell I am being sarcastic right there, though I doubt Mister Sorry Pants notices.

“Okay, well I think we have both had a long day Ms. Drake. Let me take you home. I’ll have my driver pull up the car.”

Ooo! Chauffeured vehicle, yes please! This almost makes up for it. Almost. Only if there is a slice of cake waiting in the car will that appease everything.

He gets dressed and calls his driver to make arrangements. Once we are in the elevator the awkwardness  begins. There is a silence between us that is claustrophobic. I want to crawl at his clothes and rip them away, but at the same time smack him in the face for being such an ass. I also want to hit myself upside the head with a baseball bat for fooling around with him in the first place. What was I thinking?

A black Lincoln town car pulls up to the curb and a man in a black suit hopes out of the driver’s seat. He races around to open the back passenger door and nods at Mr. Payne in acknowledgement while keeping his eyes fixated on the distant. The driver is well built and has a brown beard sprinkled with grey.

Mr. Payne doesn't nod back but stands to the side as his hand slices the air informing me to go first.

Once we are inside I slide to the end seat and begin to buckle myself in. There is a comfort from the safety strap. Due to my mom’s constant insistence growing up for me to always wear my safety belt, I now don’t feel comfortable until me and everyone in the vehicle is strapped in.

Mr. Payne enters and settles into his seat beside me.

“Buckle up.” I tell him and he glances at me in confusion before realizing what I am referring to. After he adjusts his seat belt we are off. After ten minutes of silence and a few times where he turns to me about to say something but doesn't, we arrive in front of my apartment building. It occurs to me I never told him my address, but I shrug it off as something he must have on file at work.

His door opens and I unbuckle my seat belt. As I proceed to crawl past him I feel his hand on my thigh for only a moment before I am out of the car. That slight graze of my skin sends electricity pulsing to my core. Just as I turn to look at him I see the driver shut the door.

After a few moments I watch from the sidewalk as the car pulls away from the curb. I stand there confused and cold. Finally I walk over to the steps that lead to the lobby of my building when I realize why I am so cold. Mr. Payne still has my panties.

THE Zipper Incident...

****WARNING you must be at least 18+ years to read this post!**** “These are in the way. I better take care of them.”

Henrick falls to his knees on the floor in front of me. His thumbs hook under the lacey fabric of my panties and tugs. I lift my bottom off the couch to help him with his task. Leisurely he drags my undies down my legs, over my thigh high stockings and creates an erotic burn. My brain is still screaming at me to grab my panties and hobble out of this room like a respectable adult. Memo to brain: Go Away!

Once the fabric is loose and in his hand, he balls it up and tucks it into his pants pocket.  I really hope I get those back, they weren’t cheap. My heart is racing as I watch his fingers smooth over the edge of the stockings. He lowers his head and juts his tongue out creating a small wet trail on the sheer fabric.

His eyes flick up to mine as his tongue leaves the stocking and lands on the warm skin of my upper thigh. I dreamed of this and various other acts with him, but having it actually happen to me is better than any fantasy I could have thought of. I push my legs open a little further letting him know how much I want this. I think my brain is half way to Arizona by now.

That’s when I feel two of his fingers slide inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion but as much shock as my mind is in my body keeps in the moment, gently gyrating to his touch. As quickly as his fingers plunge inside me, they leave with equal pace. I whimper and see him take his fingers in his mouth and suck.

“Mmm.”

Lifting his head to show me his enjoyment he removes his fingers placing them back inside me as his thumb starts to circle my clit. Henrick’s gaze never leaves mine. I think I am drooling now.

“You taste better than I dreamed Morgana. I think I need another taste of your sweet pussy.”

I groan at his words and splay my hands into his dark brown waves helping him with his hunger. His head lowers and the first kisses on my thighs are light, fluttery. After a moment he stops. Just stops everything.

He doesn’t move. I tap his shoulder.

“Henrick?”

I hear a deep guttural snore vibrate from between my thighs. What the hell? I start to push at him but he is quite heavy. Finally I manage to squirm out of from under him.

He fucking passed out! Oh my god!

I push my dress back down and stand to figure out what to do. He is face down in the cushions of the couch and I know if he throws up he’ll suffocate. Crap, I have to move him.

“Brain? Oh Brain? I need some help here.” I whisper to myself. I can sense the glare from my brain, it’s not happy.

“Oh NOW you want me to help you. I seem to recall telling you not to do this, but NOOO you had to get your groove on.” My brain folds its imaginary squiggly arms at me and huffs.

“Brain, stop being an ass and just help me!”

“Hey, don’t get me involved.” My butt calls out.

“Fine, you want my help; get him lying on his side on the couch. That way if he pukes it will fall to the floor. You also might want to stay with him for a while to make sure he doesn't vomit or roll over onto his back.”

I roll my eyes at the task at hand. First I try wrapping my arms around his chest and lift. He doesn't even move an inch. The man must weight like 500 pounds because I almost broke my back with that move. I may have a bit a muscle on me...alright it is fat that I pass off as muscle, but Mr. Payne is too much for my 5’6” 150 lbs frame.

Standing back and assessing the situation I figure he is already partly on the couch, so if I can just push his bottom half on it should be good.

With all my might and my shoulder, I push Mr. Payne onto the couch and roll him on his side. Stepping away to admire my work I realize how sweet he looks asleep. His brow isn't creased in a constant scowl like normal. Mr. Payne’s relaxed face is sexy and cute at the same time.

A thought pops into my head. A very dirty thought.

“Don’t you even think about that Morgana!” My Brain starts its warning.

I ignore her and kneel down next to him. Very carefully I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking back at Mr. Payne I see he is still sound asleep. There is a thrill that races through me. The excitement of getting caught and of looking at the forbidden .

My smile grows as I push past his briefs and tug it out. It’s thick and still semi hard. My thumb follows the veins to the tip as my fingers play. It’s growing in my hand and my eyes take it all in as if this is some new found discovery leading to the cure for cancer.

Instantly my excitement turns to fear as I hear voices coming from outside. Quickly I shove his member back into his pants and zip him up in haste. Due to my recklessness with his pants and parts, the zipper catches on something. From the way Mr. Payne shoots up off the couch I suspect I know what the zipper caught on.

“Aaaa! What the fuck!” He screams while fumbling with his fly and staring at it in shock.

My heart is pounding now and I am whisper screaming in my head for my brain. All it says to me before I watch it speed off in the Ferrari, “You stupid bitch!”

In a panic I jump to my feet and try to help Mr. Payne with his pants. Now he is looking at me like I’m a woman who has conversations with her brain and her clock.

“Ms. Drake, do you mind!” He yanks himself from my grasp and turns his back to me. In a few moments I see his shoulders relax and hear him sigh. Finally, he turns but isn’t looking at me. He is staring at his desk. Mr. Payne walks over and pulls at the top draw. The same drawer that caused my lap face plant fail. He tugs and tugs.

“Come on you stupid piece of...” He yells at the drawer. See, I’m not the only one who talks to inanimate objects!

After a few more tugs it opens and he reaches in for a piece of gum, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. His eyes close and he breaths out in relief. That must be some awesome gum.

Finally he looks at me.

“What on earth just happened?”

I’m like a deer in headlights. He growls and brings his hand to his face rubbing the stubble skin in irritation. Suddenly he freezes and bringing his fingers closer to his nose, taking a whiff. Uh, oh!

His eyes widen and he looks at me in confusion. Lowering his hand he places it in his pocket and his eyes grow bigger if that is even possible. Lifting his arm he pulls out my panties and holds them up in the air.

“Ms. Drake, what is this?”

THE Holiday Party...

****YOU MUST BE 18+ YEARS OLD TO READ THIS POST****
I inhale, deeply. Big mistake. It just makes me moan rather loudly. He smells of spice and the aroma is so nice. His hand comes to rest on my head, slowly inching back until his finger tugs at the black rubber band holding my long red hair in place.

I raise my head looking up at him and can still feel the heat from his thighs on my cheeks. He reaches for my glasses, removing them from my face and gently placing them on the desk. As his hand returns he lightly brushes his finger across my bottom lip. My tongue darts out giving a flick as it passes by. He sucks air in quickly and when he releases the breath my name accompanies it.

“Morgana.” Henrick moans.

It is my turn to move my hands. They both creep up his thighs and come to meet at the rock hard center. One hand starts to rub and I look up to see his eyes flutter close as his head falls back. He wants this and gods of THE I want this too.

My other hand unclasps his pants and then pulls down the zipper. I reach in and tug down his briefs just enough to release the engorged...

EEEEEEE! EEEEEEE! EEEEEEE!

My eyes fly open and I am staring at my ceiling fan. In my bedroom. The loud EEEE sound is blaring from my alarm clock and I reach over to shut it off in an overly aggressive way.

“I HATE YOU ALARM CLOCK!” I scream to the inanimate object and then throw what is in reach at it to prove my point. A pillow and my kindle miss the clock completely, but manage to knock everything else off my side table, including a cheap ceramic Ikea lamp that shatters on the floor.

“Now I hate you even more clock! See what you made me do!”

It doesn’t cry. I think it’s immune to my verbal abuse, shrugging it off as ‘Morgana’s usual morning tirades’.

I sit up in bed and stare at the bright red 7:01 on the clock and sigh.

“I’m sorry. It’s not you it’s me. I just can’t stop dreaming about him. It’s so frustrating, ya know? I mean I have barely worked with him and when I do I always manage to embarrass myself in some manner.”

7:02 it says to me. I laugh and shake my head.

“I know, I know. The lap face plant was just the worst. It’s not so much I tripped and fell into his crotch, but that I didn’t try to get up right away like a normal person. He had to say my name, ‘Ms Drake?’ and physically push me away before I snap back into reality.”

7:03.

“You’re right I do need to get laid or date or something.”

I get up and walk over to unplug the clock, carefully avoiding the broken shards and take it into the bathroom with me as I start the shower. I plug it back into a wall socket before I undress and step into the warm water. Looking through the glass door I see a fogged up blinking red 12:00 starting back at me.

“I’m worried about today though. They are closing the office early for the Holiday party. I know I’m going to see him there. It’ll be so awkward. I haven’t had to see him since the lap fiasco and since I have worked the last few days in Accounting they keep me so busy I don’t have time to socialize with anyone.”

Flashing 12:01

“That’s a good idea. Make an appearance and then make up an excuse to leave early. You’re right about...”

“Morgana! I’m your friend right?”

Sighing, I tilt my head back into the spray to rinse the conditioner from my hair knowing what’s coming next.

“Yes Aria. Of course you’re my friend.”

I wipe at the steamed up glass and see wisps of platinum hair surrounding dark brown eyes peaking in. Jumping from fright, I slip but manage to grab onto the railing on the door. My life flashes before my eyes for a moment and I have to say, it looks sad. Mainly it involves my parents, Aria, my grandma and lots of cake.

“Don’t scare me like that Aria!”

“Then talk to me or at least a living being. It’s pathetic when you fall back on the clock. I’m starting to get jealous of a digital device.”

I shut off the water and open the door; Aria’s arm shoves through the crack with my blue towel.

“Thanks. It’s just that I had another dream about him.”

“Then just screw him and get it over with. You haven’t gotten laid in how long Morgana? It’s just your subconscious vagina talking. It’s whisper screaming, ‘Help Me!’ and your brain can hear.”

As I move past her to get out of the shower and make my way over to my robe to start my morning process, she finally shakes her head and walks over to the toilet to sit and pee. She knows this fight is useless with me.

It doesn’t take me long to get ready and I’m at the office by 8:15 am. The day flies by when I finally feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see him. Mr. Payne is standing there looking down at me, his eyes squinting and face serious. I glance at the clock and notice it’s 3:18 pm. The party started two hours ago.

His stiff body is swaying in a circle. When Mr. Payne speaks I know something is wrong.

“I need to speak with you Ms. Draaaake.” He slurs my name. Oh good he’s drunk. Can you see how badly this is going to end, because I can?

“Yes, Mr. Payne?”

His hand grips my chair and he leans over, placing his other hand on my desk, pinning me in place. Mr. Payne’s face is only inches from mine.

“Call me Henrick.” His whiskey soaked breath burns my nostrils and eyes.

“Yes, Henrick.”

He smirks and glances down at my cleavage a little longer than is appropriate before looking up again. His hand leaves my chair and his finger tip presses right between my eyes.

“You don’t have your glasses on Morgana.”

“I’m not in the basement this week. My eyes aren’t irritated like they were last week.”

He drops his finger and head at the same time as if suffering a mortal wound. After a moment he lifts his head and stares at me with darkened blue eyes.

“I liked your glasses.”

Blood races throughout my body, finally landing at my core as his voice deepens with his last statement. I visibly shutter causing him to smirk. A few very awkward but arousing seconds pass and he shoots up to standing while giving his hands a good clap.

“Okay! Off to my office. Come on Morgana.”

Drunken Mr. Payne turns and races off. I grab my coat and purse, feeling it’s better to have my things with me in case I need to flee.

He catches an elevator before I have a chance to catch up so I get to his office a minute after him. The door is open and I see his suit jacket on the floor in the middle of the room while his red tie is hanging from the coat rack. I place my coat and purse on the rack before moving further into the room.  As I get closer to his desk I see his shoes on it and socks lying in his client chair.

“Morgana.” His voice is low and coming from the side of the room. I turn to see him sprawled on his black leather couch. One arm draped over the back, while the other hangs over the side. His legs are spread eagle and either it’s the way the material of his pants are gathering or this man has a semi.

His head jerks indicating for me to take a seat on the couch next to him. My lips purse and my internal organs go to war. My brain is shaking it’s head and telling me to high tail it out of there offering me things I don’t like, facts. “He’s drunk. He’s my boss. He’s drunk.” Shut up brain I know already!

My vagina is jumping up and down wildly screaming at me: “Oh woman this man is HOT. So hot. Did I mention he’s gorgeous? Because he’s super fine. Plus, he seems to be ready for action.”

I stiffly walk over to the end of the couch and sit down. Pushing myself as far from him as possible. I stare straight at the chair with the socks refusing to turn my attention to him.

“Yes, Mr. Payne, what did you need to see me about?”

I feel the couch move and hear the soft sliding sound of his body moving. Suddenly I feel the heat of him next to me. His finger starts down my thigh to the hem of my black cashmere dress I wore specifically for the party. It hugs my body perfectly, keeps me warm in the Chicago winter and is office appropriate.

“You make this dress.” He whispers in my ear as his fingers come to the bottom hem and flutter across my thigh.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I should stop him. I should really stop him.

“Mr. Payne you’re drunk.” I continue to stare at his dirty sock, knowing if I look at him I won’t stop him.

“Henrick.” He whispers.

I nod, “Yes, Henrick. You have been drinking and I don’t think...”

“I don’t drink Morgana.”

I turn to look at him. Bad mistake. My nose is only an inch from his. His eyes fall to my mouth and I pull my bottom lip in due to nerves.

“So, Henrick, you haven’t been drinking tonight?”

“Yes I have Morgana. Tonight is the exception to the rule. To my rule. Let’s not talk about rules.”

“What do you want to talk about?” I regret asking as soon as the words exit my mouth.

His smirk is back and his head tilts playfully to the side as his hand continues caressing my thigh inching up ever so slightly as time goes by.

“You. Us. This dress. Your soft skin. Your glasses.” He laughs and shakes his head.  Henrick is looking at his hand that has now moved just under my dress and is mere inches from my socking panties.

I should stop him. I should really stop him. Morgana! Stop him!

“I dreamed about you in your glasses.”

Nope, not stopping him. I also can’t get my mouth to work so I just keep staring at his mouth as he talks. He continues looking at his hand, which is now pushing up the fabric of my dress and I know he can see what color my underwear is now.

His finger reaches the edge of the black lace as his eyes move up to mine. They are almost black in the low light and the muscles in his face slack from desire.

His fingers push past the fabric to my wet folds as his eyes close. I whimper from the intrusion.

“Oh Morgana. You are so wet for me.”

THE Cake...

I have been working for Mimir for three days and haven’t seen Mr. Payne once. Of course, I have been stuck down in the basement the entire time. It hasn’t been terrible, Mr. Shapiro is great. He’s a talker. Loves to tell stories and get people to laugh. Sorting mail can get tedious and I think it’s wonderful that Mr. Shapiro makes people want to come into work and do a good job. Perhaps Mr. Payne could take a lesson from him.

“I hear there is cake in the conference room up on the 28th floor.”

I freeze at Cameron’s words. He’s one of the mail sorters and has been showing me the ropes the past few days. Helping me out especially when I screw up, this is often. Like when I sent the sales reps all the complaint letters meant for the support team. A riot almost ensued, but Cameron saved me and told the Sales Manager it was just a practical joke. The Sales Manager, Jeffrey, loves jokes and was laughing by the time Cameron was done talking with him.

“Is something wrong Morgana? I said cake, not, um...you know.”

Finally, I shake myself out of it. Today is a wondrous day! Why? Because cake is love. Let me explain.

I like cake. No that’s not right, I LOVE cake. Cake and I have a relationship. We have done things together, multiple things. I’m not proud of some of them, but I never heard the cake complain. Some of those ‘incidents’ may have been illegal, but we never got caught and I think I saw the cake smiling after it was over.

Seriously, who doesn’t like cake? No one that’s who! If you don’t like cake then I don’t know you. Who are you and why have you come here?

That is when Cameron says the four sweetest words in the English language, “It is birthday cake.”

Birds are chirping and I think I feel the warm sun penetrating the three foot thick cement wall while pushing its rays down twenty feet below the Earth’s surface to warm my face. Glorious! Glorious birthday cake! It doesn’t try to be fancy or over the top. Birthday cake doesn’t have to be, it knows I will eat it. No flirting required.

Birthday cake at the office, well that’s just an awesome cherry on an already awesome cake! It’s my third day on the job and who would have thought the greatest gift that can be bestowed upon a new employee, the office birthday party, would happen to me? It may only consist of a lousy sung version of Happy Birthday, paper plates, woefully inadequate plastic ware and cake but it’s the fact that cake is given freely that makes this shindig the hip place to be. It may be some random guy’s birthday party that I have never met and will not see again for another year, but that doesn’t matter. What is important is there is cake.

Dropping the stack of envelopes I have in my hand I race to the elevators. I hear Cameron jog up behind me. He is breathing hard. Based on his size and his middle age, I can only assume cardio is not a part of his workout routine.

The doors ding and part allowing us to enter. We are riding up, the numbers light up on the wall somewhere in the teens when his breathing finally settles.

“I guess you like cake.” He chuckles while elbowing me in the side.

“Cake and I will be married one day. It doesn’t know it yet, but I have been eyeing a ring.”

Cameron stares at me with wide eyes and then erupts in laughter while giving me a firm smack on the back. He likes to hit people on their back. The first day when I came home I swear there was a red hand mark on my shoulder blade.

The door opens to the 28th floor and we emerge. Like a wolf following a scent to prey, I too use my nose to find out where the cake is hiding. Since I am human and do not have the heightened sense of smell similar to a wolf, I somehow wind up in front of the men’s room.

I look around and notice Cameron is nowhere to be found. He abandoned me that bastard. I turn to go when I hear a man’s deep voice.

“Ms. Drake?”

I turn to see Mr. Payne exiting the bathroom.

“Good afternoon Mr. Payne.”

His lips twitch and there it is ladies and gentleman! The very subtle mouth twitch, ha, ha! He isn’t a robot or cyborg or whatever being lives and breathes without feeling. Mr. Henrik Payne feels. He feels...uh...what? Why did his mouth move when I said good afternoon? Does he like the phrasing or that I remembered his name? Because I will admit I am not good at remembering names. I may have met a person twenty times and still not remember their name.

"You wear glasses?" His brow scrunches as he tilts his head.

"Yes, normally I wear contacts but the dust from the basement irritates my eyes, so this week I'm wearing my glasses." I gave a slight smile. His eyes flickered from my glasses to my body for a fraction of a second before he returned my gaze and cleared his throat.

“I’m glad I caught you Ms. Drake. Please come into my office there are some matters I wish to discuss with you.”

He starts to walk past me when I blurt out, “But the cake?”

Mr. Payne stops in his movement and swivels to face me.

“Yes, I asked them not to do this for me, but Edgar and Jacob insisted. Do not worry about feeling you have to make an appearance because you are my assistant, they will understand.”

But I won’t Mr. Payne! I need my fix!

“Cake...” I half whine and half mumble as I follow him into his office.

He moves to his chair and makes himself at home while I stumble like a zombie to the seat in front of his desk, my brain repeating the word ‘cake’ over and over again in my head.

“Mr. Shapiro has told me you have made an excellent member of his team this week. He likes your drive and dedication. Normally I would have you work two weeks in each department but you seem to grasp things quickly. So, as of Monday you will move to the fifth floor which is Accounting. Ms. Jackson is the manager there, she will direct you what you are to do.”

Accounting? Ugg! If ever there’s a job that is the opposite of what I am to do in life, it is accounting. I took an elective accounting class in college and after two days the professor told me to drop the class. Two days! Even he could tell I would never get it.

“Alright Mr. Payne.”

What am I going to say, no? I need this job so I have to suck it up and do a week of accounting. Hopefully it’s only one week. What if I am so bad at it he makes me stay there for a month until I understand everything? I am starting to get nervous like one of those dreams where you show up naked for class and you find out there is quiz that you never studied for.

“Good.”

He stares at me for a moment, which is unusual for him, and then proceeds to reach over and open his desk drawer. Only his desk drawer won’t budge. He gives a few good tugs and nothing happens. I hear him mumble under his breath as he gets up and puts all his weight into it.

“Here let me help you with that Mr. Payne.”

I get up and walk around his desk.

“If I can’t get it open, what makes you think you can?”

He spits out the words while continuing to manhandle the drawer. I smirk and tap my foot. The mafia has ways of making people disappear; well I have ways of making things unstuck. It’s one of my many talents. I would wink after that comment but that would seem inappropriate, especially in this scenario.

 “Do you want me to try or not?” My arms are folded over my torso letting him know I am doing him a favor.

He lets go of the handle and chuckles. Mr. Payne actually laughs. I didn’t think that was possible from him. The way everyone talks, especially the mail room staff (they know everyone’s business), you would think Mr. Payne was born with a hole in his brain where humor should be.

“Be my guest.” He waves his hand at the draw and sits back into his chair, swiveling it around to face me for the show.

I give him a knowing smile and make a big show of trying to pull the handle, knowing my little wrist trick works every time. He will be amazed that a light tug from me dislodges the sticky drawer. I get ready to flick my wrist and pull...nothing. I do it again and again. Still nothing. What the hell?

I am tugging and tugging at it, placing my healed shoe on the desk for leverage and yank with all my might.

“I think that’s enough Ms. Drake. You can...”

 I got the drawer unstuck, but it caused me to lose my balance and fall over right into his lap, face first.

THE Incident...

Have you ever dated a guy and realized he is a loser. Yeah, I dated lots of guys like that. But there is one in particular who is an asshole among jerks, a dickhead among douchebags and a worshiper of all things idiotic. His name, Trevor Trance. That is his name, not making it up! When he first told me it I snorted from laughing so loud. He didn’t like that, but he got over it quickly considering he wanted to nail me. Which he did, but I made him wait a few weeks.

Trevor did a bad thing to me. He didn’t hit me or mentally abuse me or anything terrible like that, he filmed me. Naked, having sex with him and then posted it on Youtube without telling me any of it. So you could say I hate him with the death stares of a thousand menstruating women.

Oh and here’s the kicker, he used our names in the title! Yeah, he is that stupid! So everyone found out about it. EVERYONE! My parents, friends, ex-boyfriends, grade school teachers, etc. I had to change all my accounts and start going by my middle name, Morgana. Don’t even think for a second I’m going to tell you my real first name. What, so you can look me up? No...no...no...no!

As I stand at the HR door, my arms feeling like they are about to fall off from holding onto 50 pounds worth of paper as I stare at Evaleen. I pray for the second time today to the mighty got THE, ruler of all things THE, that I misheard her.

“What?”

“Did Mr. Payne talk to you about the incident?”

I can’t seem to form words so I shake my head and she motions me to sit back down. This job is too good to be true. I knew something would happen to take it away. Not that working for a man like Mr. Payne is ideal, but it’s necessary if I wish to enter the company’s Executive Development Program. If I can tough it out with Mr. Payne for one year, prove to him I will make an excellent candidate for the program, I know he will recommend me. After that, I can practically pick my job at the company.

But now, it’s all slipping through my fingers as they slowly lose feeling from the weight of the paperwork. I move and sit back in the chair while placing the papers on her desk giving me a chance to stretch my pained arms.

“Ms. Drake there was an incident in the company last year and Mr. Payne was involved.”

Oh holy gods in heaven and random nymph kings, thank fuck it’s not about the video! I exhale and slump in the chair with relief. Evaleen mistakes it for concern and continues.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. A former intern filed a sexual harassment suit against Mr. Payne. It never made it to court, but I did want to make you aware of it. In his 14 year history at Mimir he has never had a complaint of that nature before, I want to reassure you. With that said, at no time are you to discuss Mr. Payne’s personal matters to anyone inside or outside the company. Every few months we find a journalist poking their nose around looking for more information, but we know not to say anything. One even tried to get a job here, but we run background checks on everyone, thorough checks. So, we figured out who he was rather quickly.”

My mouth is hanging open at this point. Ooo, my nosey side is scratching at me to get more. Down girl! Down! Must make a mental note to ask around to see if anyone will say anything. It must be juicy if she is warning me about it.

“Of course I won’t discuss Mr. Payne’s personal life. He doesn’t seem to like talking to me anyway. I think I get on his nerves a little.”

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Oh that’s a good one! He likes you hon, trust me.”

I furrow my brow completely confused. She gives me another sympathetic glance before sighing. Am I that pathetic? Wait, don’t answer that.

“Did Mr. Payne do any of these things to you? Shout at you to leave? Slam the door in your face as you left? Tell you to shut up and, this is my personal favorite of his, ‘I’ve heard farts that had more to say on the subject than you’?”

“Uh...noooo.”

She smirks at me and gets up, grabs my stack of paperwork holding it out for me.

“Then he likes you. Why else would he have hired you? I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but you survived this far, so what the hell. You are the tenth person we interviewed. He hated all of them. One of guys ran out of his office in tears. He must see something in you. You’re obviously made of some sort of Teflon material that you can put up with his crap. I just want you to know, he’s great at his job. If it wasn’t for him I don’t think Mimir would be as successful as it is today. As much as he is a Payne in everyone’s ass, he’s great for the company. Stay on his good side and I think you will easily make it into the Executive Development Program.”

She winks at me as I grab the paperwork from her and make my way to the door.

“How did you know I wanted to get into the program?”

“Ms. Drake I’m in HR, we know everything.”

She chuckles in a way that sounds like it’s coming from an evil villain in a movie and not a gorgeous tall blond in HR. As the door closes I look at her and she winks again. I think she knows. Oh god, she knows.

If she is aware of the video, then does Mr. Payne know? Is that why he wouldn’t look at me during the interview?

I make my way to the elevators and step on when one arrives. Upon my decent it occurs to me, perhaps that is why he likes me and wants me to work for him. The color has officially drained from my face.

THE Paperwork...

Edgar’s mouth is wide open as his eyes stay fixed on me. Perhaps he’s having a stroke as he hasn't moved for about a minute now, just staring. I wave my hand in front of his face which seems to snap him out of his catatonic state.

 “I’m sorry. No one should have to suffer with the Payne. Well, to apologize for my sex and for this company for making you have to work daily with the Payne, I must take you out to lunch. And don’t think of saying no because then I will be forced to stalk you until you agree. I don’t know if you will like being waken up in the middle of the night with rocks being thrown at your window.”

I relax a bit and laugh, finally something good without fear being attached to it. Nodding my head with a smile, glad I have already made a friend at the company who happens to be pretty eye candy.

I sigh...so pretty.

Edgar takes me to a little French restaurant around the corner that makes crepes. I have only ever had sweet crepes, but they serve savory ones too. I learn a valuable lesson at that restaurant; crepes are a necessary part of the four food groups. Well, my four food groups: Cake, Wine, Chocolate and now Crepes. Nutrition is nothing to laugh at!

At lunch Edgar informs me of the ups and downs and ins and outs of the company while his eyes attach themselves to every attractive woman in range. He is nice and funny, but I have the feeling he likes the ladies a lot.

Edgar tells me how he’s known Mr. Payne since college. They were roommates at Northwestern. Edgar explains Mr. Payne wasn't always the Payne, he used to be a fun if not slightly nerdy guy

His exact words, “Henrik was a bit of a nerd. Always playing video games and constantly quoting comedy movies. Right after we graduated my brother created this company. Since I majored in Computer Science he asked me to help bring the company online to the masses. I brought Henrik with me and he talked himself into every investor’s office you could imagine. The man can sell bottled water to a drowning person. Then something happened in Henrik’s personal life a few years later and he morphed into the terrible Payne he is today.”

I wonder what happened that changed Mr. Payne so drastically. Just to let everyone know, I’m a nosey person. I know it’s none of my business and I should let sleeping dogs lie and curiosity killed the cat BUT I’m not a dog or cat so that really doesn’t apply to me! Now I feel it’s my mission to find out what makes Henrik Payne, aka my boss, aka the Payne, aka Paynefully Sexy (Like that one? I thought it was quite clever if I do say so myself.), aka riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma to be slowly undressed by me (eyebrows move up and down in a seductive manner).

My thoughts are still on figuring Mr. Payne out mind and body when I realize Edgar has brought me back to the office and deposits me in front of the HR door. I thank him for lunch and head inside.

“Well, well, well, you chose to stay and work for the devil. I respect a woman who faces her worst nightmare and lives to tell about it.”

I search the room for the female voice and find it coming from a desk to my left. It’s the blond who gave me the envelope of confusion earlier today. Looking at the nameplate on her desk, her name is Evaleen Bechmann. I chant the name so I remember it this time: Evaleen Bechmann! Evaleen Bechmann, Evaleen Bechmann!

“Yes, Ms. Drake that is my name.”

Oops, I must have said it out loud.

“Mr. Payne sent me here to fill out paperwork. I start tomorrow.”

She gives me her sympathetic smile again and tells me to have a seat, motioning to the chair in front of her desk.

“Got it right here.”

I walk over and sit as she places the large yellow envelope on her desk in front of me with a thud.

“Wow, that’s a thick envelope. I guess the employee manual and other company manuals are in there too?”

Her finger shoots into the air, her face awash with revelation.

“Oh, almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me. Here are the manuals. The envelope is just the paperwork.”

Evaleen gets up, after pulling three large books from her desk, and walks over to me placing them in my lap. They must weigh 15 pounds at least.

As she walks back to her seat she waves me off.

“Just bring the paperwork back tomorrow.”

I struggle to get up and lug my heavy items with me, but she stops me just as I reach the door.

“Oh, Ms. Drake, did Mr. Payne mention to you about the incident ?”

Oh no! How did he find out?