“Audrey...” I felt no attraction whatsoever. “Please get dressed. I don’t have time for this.”
“You know you don’t want me to put on any clothes, Jonathan...Make love to me. Right here. Right now. We never did get the chance to have sex in your office.”
A year ago, I would’ve gladly given in and f**ked her in front of my floor to ceiling windows, but I was over her and her silly little games. She’d been the source of way too much drama in my life and I didn’t want that anymore.
“Put your clothes on or I’ll have security come and take you away in what you’re wearing right now.”
She slid her panties off. “But you told me to show up here wearing this! You said you wanted to talk about us getting back together!”
“What? What are you talking about?” And what is that red dot blinking on my bookshelf? Is she RECORDING this?
“I know you want me back, Jonathan, but you have to change.” She suddenly sounded hurt. “Just admit to your mistakes, apologize, and we can get back together...I’ve finally forgiven you for hitting me on Christmas Day and giving me a black eye...and bruising my ribs...And I know you didn’t want me to go to the press about it so if you’d rather pay for me to— ”
“Okay.” I walked over to the red blinking thing—a miniature pen recorder, and tossed it out the window. “I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull, but you know damn well I never hit you. Ever. Whatever we had was fun while it lasted, but that’s pretty much all it was before you turned into a psycho. Please get out of my office.”
She started crying. “I said I was sorry! I thought you were cheating on me when I set your Aston Martin on fire!”
I can’t believe I almost forgot about that...
I walked behind my desk and moved her crumpled clothes off my chair.
“And I apologized for calling all your exes! I needed to know if you were still talking to them! I needed to know that you were really mine!”
I handed her the clothes and sat down. “You’ve got one minute, Audrey. Get dressed before I call security.”
“I still think you and I could work out! I know you still want me!”
I picked up my phone. “Greg, I need security to come and escort someone out of my office as soon as possible.”
“The sex was incredible! Remember? We could go on for hours and hours!” She slid into her jeans and put on her jacket. “You can’t say you don’t miss that! Why don’t you want me back?”
There was a knock at my door.
“Come in!” I called.
Two security guards walked in and looked at me, then at Audrey.
She immediately stopped crying, like she always did whenever there was an unexpected audience.
“I don’t need any assistance walking down the steps!” She laughed. “Thanks for calling for back up though. My knees are fine, Jonathan!”
“You really should pursue acting Audrey.” I shook my head. “You would be great at it. Could you two please escort Miss Greene out to the parking lot and make sure to take her name off the approved visitors list?”
“Yes sir.” They motioned for her to leave the room first.
Audrey looked back at me and scowled. “I don’t want you back anyway, you sucked in bed! You couldn’t keep your dick up for more than a minute!”
Jesus...
The door slammed shut and I leaned back in my chair.
Maybe I need to date someone older...Someone more mature...
On Thursday, I stayed late working on the marketing department’s reconstruction plan. I wasn’t sure why Claire hated her job so much, but if the ideas her department submitted for the sPhone blue were any indication, I would probably hate working here too.
Their submissions were awful, god awful: “The new sPhone blue: Just blue it,” “The new sPhone blue. Yeah, it’s blue,” and “The new sPhone blue: Buy it. Ask questions later.”
There is no way “adults” came up with this nonsense...
I shut the folder and decided to call it a day. We were definitely going to have to hire new talent. Soon.
I took the elevator down to the executive lot and slid into my Bugatti. Shifting gears, I prepared to speed all the way home, but I saw Claire arguing with a tow truck driver on the other side of the lot.
Just as I pulled over, he drove off with what I assumed was her SUV.
“Claire?” I stepped out of my car, eyeing the way her black skirt hugged her hips, the way her emerald green blouse exposed just the right amount of cle**age.
She looked at me and shook her head. “This is a perfect example of why I hate working here. Is it really necessary to tow your own employees’ cars if they stay over late? Is that really the best way to discourage over-time? How about just shutting off the damn time clock at the end of the day?”
She walked past me and sat on a bench. She pulled out her phone and groaned. “Yes...I need a cab at Statham Industries. 130 Jennifer Drive...I’m going to Joe’s Car Tow on Jefferson Street. Yes...No...Yes, I’ll hold.”