I turn slowly on my jungle print heels and as seductively as I can I glide over to the chair across from his desk and lower myself.
Mr. Payne does not look up from the cell phone that now lay on his sleek wood grained desk. He taps and swipes at it as he reaches over without looking and tries desperately to open his side drawer. As much as the man pulls and shakes the drawer, his dark brown hair getting a good tousle in the process, it will not budge. I wait for his mumble of curses as my cue to walk over to help. This is a high maintenance drawer. It needs two people to help it along.
Once we tug in unison it opens to reveal a few pens and copious amounts of gum. He grabs a piece and before I know it the drawer is shut and his mouth is chewing in a very sexy manner. Yes, it is possible to chew gum sexily. Take those very manly cowboys that are in movies, they usually are chewing on something, and don't you just want to rip their clothes off when they do?
I finally settle back into my seat without a word from Mr. Payne. He's not the “thanks for the help” or “acknowledge your existence" type of person. Unless you have a keyboard and a screen that lights up attached to your body, you are nothing to him.
"Ms. Drake..."
He pauses as his eyes settle on my cleavage. I am wearing a black lace bra today and I know a tiny bit is peeping out for his acknowledgment. He likes my bright color lingerie the best, but black makes me feel sexy so this is what he gets today. And by likes I mean it pisses him off that I taunt him in this manner. His jaw ticks as he flicks his eyes up to mine. I make a point to adjust my glasses knowing it's becoming a little too much for him.
He clears his throat and leans back in his black leather chair, glaring at me.
"We are having some issues with our overseas distributors in Europe, specifically Great Britain. There have been some weather related issues causing problems in shipping. But more importantly there are new laws regarding international corporations and taxes that will cause issues for us there. So, plan on working some late nights over the next few weeks. That is all."
And with that I am waved off like a servant in a nineteenth century country manor home. It would be nice if just once he asked if this is going to cause me problems or take an interest in how this might affect me. He did shove his fingers in my vagina once, well twice actually, oh and his dick, but who's keeping score. You would think he'd make an attempt at social pleasantries with me.
This is the reason for my subtle 'annoyances' that are meant only for him. It's not so much what he did to me, because if I am going to be honest the man knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to sex. It's how he treats me after. A woman can only take so much I-want-you/This-is-a-mistake for so long before she goes off the deep end.
"Yes Mr. Payne, is that all?" I ask with a sticky sweet smile plastered to my face.
His knuckles are turning white due to the fist he's making and, oh look, his shoulders are tensing up. Does this make me disturbed that I get pleasure in his pain? Probably.
"I. Just. Said. That. Is. All! Have you suddenly gone deaf Ms. Drake?" He is gritting his teeth and sitting up to glare at me. Oh, I must have really hit a nerve today for him to straighten his posture.
"Now, Mr. Payne, what if I had actually gone deaf, wouldn't you feel real bad right about now?" I pout at him and stand to leave. Just as I turn I catch a tiny curl at the corner of his mouth before he lowers his head back to the mobile wonder.
Once I am back to my desk, just outside his door and catty-corner to the bathrooms (I make myself scarce when Ken Brooks, CFO, has his eleven o'clock bathroom break. There is no further explanation needed), I flop onto my chair.
After many client phone calls, calendar adjustments, and sorting through The Payne's emails, I look at the clock on the wall and notice an hour has passed. While most of my day consists of doing the typical assistant work: filing, fetching, and correspondence, Mr. Payne does include me with his ideas and decision making.
I’m not so na?ve that I don’t understand this is quite rare for an assistant, especially to an executive of a billion dollar company. As much as I complain about the man, he is an exceptional boss.
I am usually awestruck by how he manages to get clients to easily part with their money as if by doing so they are carrying out a great service for humankind. I can’t help but laugh a little after his meetings with them like they are contributing to the cure for cancer and not just making a deal with a large corporation to make them richer.