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 seven 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 that 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 legs. 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-It Notes 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 the 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 desk 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 red 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 * 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 five o'clock shadow would feel a little rough scraping 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 ring-tone calls to me.