It was two weeks later, on a Monday, and just like all previous Monday’s, the Boob-Squad, or the “Nathan Thorne Fan Club,” had to make their presence known as soon as they walked in the door. It had been a boobs-on-parade show all day long, and I was ready to explode.
Just before three, the President made her grand entrance. I watched her through the door, as she perked her breasts in her bra before walking in, and I wondered idly if she knew I could see her, or if she just didn’t care. Then again, it could be I was invisible to her since Nathan’s arrival. I’d officially become another piece of furniture.
Jennifer sat on the edge of his desk. “Nathan, can you take a look at this, please? I think I need to switch something around, but I’m not sure.”
She leaned over, pointing to the sentence in question, making sure her breasts were spilling out in front of his face. I could swear every day they were showing more and more. He’d been here over three months, and the conservative garb we all wore, had been thrown out the window in favor of street-walker attire, all meant to entice a being that wouldn’t be enticed. He couldn’t stand them, but was polite to them anyway.
“Hmm, you need to word this part a little different. As it’s written, you’ve left them an out,” he said.
Her head tilted in confusion. “An out?”
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
They both turned to look at me, and I couldn’t stop the laughter. I wasn’t sure if the hilarity I found in the situation was due to her stupidity, or if my plan of straddling him with her watching was becoming too close to reality, and I was going insane with desire. He’d been teasing me again all day long, and I was more than ready to jump him as soon as the moment presented itself.
“Sorry,” I said, my laughter dying down. “I…umm…just got an email and…it was funny.”
Jennifer huffed and roll her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be working instead of playing, Delilah?”
I turned to look at her and wondered where my stapler was in the paper tray that was my desk. Would it be bad if I chucked it at her?
Instead, I gave her a sweet smile and stood, grabbing my coffee cup. “Well, you know, emails from Jack Holloway that have bad spellings in them tend to tickle me.”
I walked out of the room, but didn’t miss Jennifer’s jab at me as I went. “God, she is such a bitch. I don’t know how you stand being near her.”
Nathan chuckled. “It’s not easy, trust me.”
I wandered down the hall in a Nathan-induced haze, combined with a red haze of the Boob-Squad murder plots that were roaming around in my brain.
In the break room, the coffee was out, again. I started a new pot, and as I waited for it to brew, slammed my head against the cabinet.
“Ah, there’s a ‘member’ in your office,” Caroline called from the doorway.
“Ha, what gave me away?”
“The slow destruction of the cabinet with your head?”
I turned to face her, pulling off a small smile. She returned it before her eyes widened and her hand brushed the hair away from my neck.
“What the hell is that?”
Fuck!
Nathan decided I was no longer allowed to hide my neck through scarves, and I’d been able to accomplish it with a combination of higher collars and having my hair down. I didn’t have one of my normal high-collared shirts on that day due to a heat wave. I just couldn’t take it.
In a nervous motion, I pulled my hair back around to try and hide the newest bite mark created by Nathan. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, because I wanted to display them, but it wasn’t appropriate for work. Especially in our profession.
“Nothing,” I replied.
“Nothing my ass, Lila. That is a fucking bruise in the shape of teeth!”
I shushed her, covering her mouth with my hand.
She laughed as I pulled my hand away, and I couldn’t help but join.
“Your guy really goes at it, huh?”