"Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday you will be at your desk on the twenty-eighth floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be ... reprimanded."
His head turns and he is gone. Just like that ... gone.
My legs are still hanging open along with my blouse while my boobs dangle for all to see. I'm in shock. What the FUCK was that? I am so angry right now I can't ... can't ... even form words.
Quickly I adjust my skirt, fix my undergarments and button up my top after I hop off the desk. Once I am done I grab my phone from the floor and begin to dial. It rings and after the second one I hear, "Hello?"
"Grandma! What did you say to him?"
Chapter 12 - THE Phone Call ...
In hindsight I really shouldn't have let my grandma talk to Mr. Payne. I will admit that it is my fault knowing how she is with people, but he didn't have to react in that manner. Who brings a woman to the point of orgasm and then walks away like nothing happened? Assholes, that's whom!
"Grandma answer up! What did you say to Mr. Payne?"
"Sweets, it was nothing really."
I stand, too amped up on hormones to sit. Taking a deep breath I try to calmly talk to my grandmother.
"You obviously said something."
"Did that man diddle with your middle?"
How ... how on earth does she know?
"What?" The high pitched reaction does a poor job at covering my surprise.
"Oh sweets, he did. I warned him not to do that. Your Mr. Payne seems like a sweet young man, I don't want him to be hurt by you."
My hormones dissipate and confusion takes over. I lean back on my desk that only minutes ago helped in the sexual unification of two warring parties. Maybe we aren't at war, but he does piss me off more than Russia ever irritated the United States, just saying.
"Warned him? What did you say Grandma?"
"I told him you are a challenge. No man has conquered your Himalaya. Finally I told him I would be surprised if a man, even one as nice as him, could take you. Oh and I think I told him to imagine Taming of the Shrew, something along those lines."
"You called me a shrew? Grandma, first of all men have concurred my 'Himalaya' as you call it. I told you I ... AM ... NOT ... A ... LESBIAN! Secondly and most important you made me out to be some barbaric cave woman who needs a man to bat her over the head with a club. I love you, Grandma, but please don't set me up as a sexual challenge to my boss. I don't need help getting laid. Jesus! I never thought I would be having this conversation with my grandmother."
I can hear her sigh on the other end.
"If you didn't want me to help you, Morgana, then why did you have me talk to him?"
"I thought you would stick up for me like you always do. Tell him not to treat me so bad, that sort of thing. Instead you made it sound like he should be afraid of me."
"Trust me sweets what I said helped even if you can't see it now. I have to go. My tanks running low. Need to find gas before I run out. I don't want to be stuck in the desert."
"I thought you were in Wyoming?"
"No not until spring. Staying down south for the winter. Love you, sweets. And don't worry about your Mr. Payne. I think he will wise up soon enough. Are you sure it's Mr. Payne and not Ms. Payne because even though he has a deep voice I know hormonal treatments can do that to a ..."
"Bye, Grandma, love you."
I hang up before she continues on her quest to turn me gay. I can become gay as well as a homosexual can turn straight. Putting the phone into my purse I decide to call it a night. Before I leave I pick up the pink Post-It's scattered on the floor. Most of them are the usual stuff about client meetings, etc. The last one I grab states that I need to pick up his dry cleaning and deliver it to his home. It has the address of the cleaners and his home address on the back.
Really? I will get his paperwork. I will read his emails. I will even get his coffee, but I won't pick up his dry cleaning. I am not his personal assistant. He needs to be reminded that I work for Mimir, not just him. If he needs a favor from me to do his personal fetching then he should have thought about that before teasing me to the point of orgasm and then walking away.
I crumple the note in my fist; snatch my coat and purse before marching to the elevators.
"Lucy, you have some 'splaining to do!" I yell at the open elevator door and walk inside pushing the button.
Once I'm on the twenty-eighth floor I head toward his office and see his door slightly ajar with light filtering out. His voice floats out as I get closer.
"Is he okay, just let me know?"
My body goes rigid and comes to a halt as I notice the hurt in his voice.
"He's breathing. Oh thank God. Was the surgery successful?"
I creep closer to the door without making my presence known. Yes, I know I am eavesdropping but wouldn't you? This is like something out of a soap opera.
There are a lot of "uh huh's" coming from him.
"Well, when will he wake?"