"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 twenties. 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. Goodbye."
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.
Chapter 11 - THE Assistant ...
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 with what might have provoked this behavior, so that I can make it happen again!
His jaw tics.
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.