SIX DAYS LATER
Rita was not a stranger to the fact there were a lot of people within the company who were willing to climb the ladder any way they could. As soon as the initial tension was over, a lot of cleavages were on for show and several invitations made open. The tension in the air changed substantially. It was awkward, suffocating and made her work so much harder. So far just speculations about her position had risen which was surprising. Maybe Mr Princeton had taken out ninety percent of the company's gossip mongers. That still meant there was ten percent left and more willing to take the place of the previous ninety percent.
Till then she was going to try her best to forget about her past here and move forward. If things kept being this good, environment-wise, then she was on a fast track to that and her other goals. Which included, getting out of this contract as peacefully and quietly as possible, meaning spending a full year as Mr Princeton's personal assistant, even if it killed her. Hopefully it would not. By then she should have more than enough money to set up a branch of Dazzling Confections in another part of the city. She just had eight and a half more months to go.
The intercom on the desk buzzed and she tapped on the receiver. “Rita, get me a cup of coffee.”
“What kind sir?”
“Double expresso. Make it large. Have it Infront of me in five minutes.”
Rita gritted her teeth. The coffee machine was seven minutes away, so it was a fourteen to twenty minute trip. And the all high and mighty bastard wanted it in five! “Ok sir.”
Rita let go of the receiver and made her way to the door wishing she could bash his face in. He had been sending her on seemingly impossible errands for nearly a week. Attending consecutive meetings with hardly half an hour in between, having her crosscheck most of the files he had already worked on and dated back four to five years ago. Rearranging the damn schedule twice for nearly four days and he still manages to make “his own” schedule. She had already worked here before therefore there was not any need for the customary welcome.
Miraculously, she made it to the coffee machine in three minutes all the while looking like there was fire nipping at her ass. The others must have had a nice laugh. There might as well be fire nipping at her ass now because she had two minutes left–make that one and a quarter minutes left. If only the cup could fill a little faster, she would dash right back to the office.
The soft sound of footfalls alerted her to the people coming closer. Actually, it was now an intuition. A loud one. “Hey girl.” She recognized the voice and inwardly groaned.
Oh great. Just great! Mila and her posy. ‘Just don't talk to her. Keep your cool.’ Rita chanted to herself. These bitches were no different than Talia and her band of dick wranglers. Except maybe they were a tad less worse.
“Not going to say anything?” Mila asked, coming to stand beside her. Her long brown hair acting like a curtain behind her back blocking some of the light that would have otherwise streamed from the windows.
Rita did not look anywhere else but the coffee cup and the stream of steaming coffee pouring into it. “Well that's rude but since you are clearly not in the mood for pleasantries, how about we just cut straight to the chase?”
One of Mila's 'friends' took up the left side of her. Pressing her hand on the table, the watch on her wrist told Rita she now had less than one minute to get back as the newcomer drummed her practical claws on the table. Her voice came out shrill and every bit as annoying. “For how long are you going to hog him? That p*ssy of yours not satisfied yet?”
The stupid coffee machine chose that precise time to fill the stupid cup. ‘Remeber honey jeep your cool.’ she told herself while screwing the coffee cap on. Seriously, if any of them wanted him they could have him. If they thought she was an obstacle then they were wrong. Now if only they would get that.
“Or have you not gotten into his pants yet?” One from behind hissed like she finally hit the mark. She did not hit anything but of course, she had not gotten into his pants yet. You don't just go boinking the guy who lied to your face, slept with you, lied again and left you. With a bill to pay three years ago! She was not going to tell them that obviously. “Oh my gosh, you haven't.”
Rita turned with the coffee cup in her hands, ready to make an exit. Except she was surrounded.
Like a cheesy movie, Mila took her place infront of the group while one of her posy filled the empty flank. Mila made sure to stand in a way that gave an exaggerated look of her assets. “Let me get this straight. In the three and a half months you have been that close to him, you have done nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
There was no way out of this without opening her mouth huh? Alrighty then. “Yup. I have done absolutely nothing to or with my boss. Can you let me through now?” She made sure to emphasize the 'boss' in the last sentence and grit out the rest.
The five minutes was given to get the cup of coffee had already up and gone. It did not matter anyway since she was never going to make it. She just wanted these bats out of her hair, so she could deliver the damned coffee and stew in peace until the next ridiculous and needless task came along.
One of them, this one a blond as fake a plastic fruit said. “You are a real let down, you know that right?”
“And downright stupid.” Another added. Rita manuvered through their little group. Some making it easy, others not so much but she was through and heading back towards the office.
“Or just bad at it.” Came another and so did the chorus of sniggers. “Maybe even that bad.” And they all burst out laughing.
******
Rita walked into his office, damned coffee cup in hand and a need to get all this over with in tow.
“You're late.” He growled, not even taking his eyes from the computer screen to look at her. Still tapping away at the keyboard. Still looking like he walked out of a catalogue. Annoying Bastard.
As much as he was annoying, a bastard and made her blood boil to a certain degree, she managed to keep her tone almost apologetic. “Sorry Sir.”
“Bring it here.” he commanded. She obeyed, walking up to his desk. Rita's hand was reaching out to drop the cup on his desk when her eyes caught something on his computer screen and shock of it made her tremble. She quickly averted her eyes before Samuel could see. “Here it is, Sir.” She fought to keep the shock out of her voice. But she wondered what good that would do when the one you was trying to hide from could scent emotions even you did not realize.
After a few taps, Samuel turned in his chair. He stretched out his hand for the cup. She changed her the course of her hand towards him. Instead of the cup he snatched her wrist and pulled. The suddenness of it all had her stumbling. She fell on his chest, her head landing just above his right shoulder. She felt a little bit dizzy with how sudden her head collided with the warm wall of his chest. That all went out the proverbial window when she felt an–no, his–arm around her waist, lifting her to sit in his lap.
Rita whipped her head up so fast it would have flown off. That was it! No amount of handsomeness could keep the anger from boiling in her blood. Her free hand found purchase on the head of the chair and she lifted herself off of Samuel. The only things keeping her plastared to him were his legs that he had tangled hers in and his goddamned vice of an arm. The coffee cup that had been in her hand a second ago now sat on his desk.
Her eyes found his face, intent on giving him an earful. They went wide instead and her breath hitched in her throat with how close their faces were. And how fast his irises had changed from brown to gold. The dark gleam of hunger, power and lust burned in those molten whirlpools of his. They held her, paralyzed her like it did the breath in her lungs. Either that or it was mortification, because he had full view of the inside of her cream coloured shirt or because she had her ass pressed down on his length, perhaps more correctly, his length pressing up against her ass.
His breath fanned her face and the arm around her tightened bringing her back fully against his chest despite her struggles for the exact opposite. Now her left arm, her waist and ultimately her were held hostage. The need for oxygen brought the breath rushing out of her. She cleared her throat. “Umm Mr Princeton.” She cursed herself for having her voice come out do small and breathy.
Samuel brought his face even closer to hers, breathing her in, the heat of his closeness making her shiver. He bent his head forward and pressed his lips to her ear. She gasped before his lips dipped, leaving a hot trail on her neck.
This was wrong. It was not ok. It went against all her plans and that frightening piece of paper with her signature on it. She had to stop this, now. She jerked when she felt the heat of his mouth on her shoulder and his hot tongue jot out and lav at her skin. And a moan escaped her throat. ‘No no no. Stupid body.’
In a desperate attempt she pushed against him with all her strength. It did not have the desired effect though, it just pushed the chair hard against the desk. The desk shook, felling several of the things resting on it. The Coffee included.
The coffee splashed its contents on both of them staining their clothes and burning their skins. He stood up, letting go of her in the process and she fell off his lap with a shriek and landed in an unceremonious heap on floor.
Oh crap! He did not look happy.
A/N: Any thoughts?