by Hannah Ford
The older woman speared her ziti and held it momentarily in mid air. “I’m trying to decide if you’re going to be ground up and spit out in a month working here, or whether you’ll be promoted to head of the division in the next year. I guess it’s a coin toss.” She ate noisily.
Nicole just shrugged. “I only want to work hard and do a good job.”
“Awww, aint that sweet.” Remi chewed and chewed and then her mouth closed and her eyes bugged out of her head. “Holy shit. He’s here.”
“Who?” Nicole turned to look.
“Who do you think?”
It was Red. He was with someone she didn’t recognize, a tall man with an enormous head. The two of them were walking right past Nicole and Remi.
“Keep your head down,” Remi whispered. “Don’t say anything. Don’t make a peep.”
She did as told. Picked up her burger and took a bite. Remi looked out the window.
Her heart was beating a mile a minute as the two men passed by her, and she didn’t take a single breath. And then it happened. Red turned and came back. “I thought I recognized you,” Red said, coming to stand in front of their table.
At first, Nicole thought he had to be speaking to Remi. But Remi was just looking down at her baked ziti.
“Me?” Nicole squeaked.
Red laughed heartily. “Yes, you. I see you made it to your first day of work in one piece.”
“Yeah.” What a dumb comment. Yeah. Of all things, it made her sound so young and vapid.
She could smell his cologne. It was musky and fresh all at once. He smelled of power, of cigars and money.
“I hope everyone’s treating you well?”
“Yes. Glen and Remi have been amazing.”
“Glad to hear it. Why don’t you swing by my office today before you go home, and you can tell me what they have you working on?”
“Sure…Just go up?”
“Yes, just come up like you did yesterday.” He smiled at both of them and walked off.
When he was well out of earshot, Remi turned and looked at Nicole like she was seeing Elvis come back from the dead. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He just invited you to his office.”
“Is that bad?”
“How should I know?” Remi said, spearing more ziti. “I mean, I’ve been working here nearly six years and he only had me up to his office once, with Edward, when we were planning a pitch for a huge client.”
Nicole didn’t know what to think. Her palms were sweaty and her throat was tight and dry. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Do? Just keep doing whatever you did to get his attention in the first place.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, keep doing that,” Remi said, shoveling a forkful into her mouth and chewing like a cow.
***
The rest of the day went by in a blur. She was reading the stupid binder and in between that, she made a few hundred copies of some presentation for Glen and then edited a few PowerPoint slides for Edward. None of it required too much brainpower, which was funny considering how picky the company was and all the hoops she’d had to jump through in order to get the job in the first place.
She’d been going through the motions ever since Red had told her to come up to his office at the end of the day. She was half-dreading it, but the other half of her was so charged up that she was making herself crazy.
Imagining different scenarios playing out. Picturing him kissing her. Or yelling at her. Or both. Imagining him telling her that he wanted to groom her to take over his company one day. The fantasies were out of control and she could barely take it.
In the bathroom, at around three that afternoon, she’d had an urge to go into one of the stalls and masturbate. That literally had never happened to her in her entire life. The urge to masturbate had never been much stronger than the urge to play a game of checkers.
She resisted, but it had been difficult.
Finally, six o’clock rolled around and Glen swung by, telling her she could go home if she liked. “Nice job today,” he said, blinking and smiling.
She grabbed her purse and immediately walked to the “special” elevator, the one she’d taken yesterday to get to Red’s office.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the call button and soon the doors opened. The elevator operator was there, in his usual suit, smiling formally. “Mister Jameson is expecting you,” he said.
“Oh. Great. Thanks.” She licked her lips and tried to keep her knees from knocking.
The elevator arrived and she got out, walking down the familiar hallway and knocking at the heavy wooden doors. This time, Red opened the door himself. “There she is,” he announced, waving her inside. “Miss Masters, rising star of the advertising world, and cute as a button in her red pumps and pantsuit.”
She looked down at her outfit, feeling suddenly shabby. “Sorry, did I dress inappropriately?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” he laughed. “Drink?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
“I was thinking of making myself an extra dry martini, but it is a bit early in the week for that.” He smiled. “Have a seat.”
She did so, crossing her legs and trying to remain calm. Just don’t forget to breathe, she told herself. And remember, he liked you enough to hire you!
As if hearing her thoughts, he turned to look at her. “I’m glad you came to work for us,” he said. “I have a feeling you’re going to make a huge impression here.”
“Thank you,” she said, wondering what made him think that. He barely even knew her!
“In fact,” he said, sighing and sitting at his desk, “I want to get your opinion on something.”
“Okay…” she waited, totally unsure of what he was doing.
He spun his enormous computer monitor around to face her. And then he played an advertisement for her. It was only about thirty seconds long. The ad was for a Las Vegas casino, and it was about a bachelorette party having a grand old time; kind of a light-hearted take off on The Hangover. She laughed a little bit at the funny parts.
When it was over, he looked at her. “You’re the right age demo for this spot,” he said. “So what do you think of it?”
“I like it. Really cool.”
His expression darkened. “That’s not going to cut it at all, Nicole.”
“Did I say something wrong?”
He slapped the desk suddenly, so loud she jumped in her chair. “Perhaps I’ve made a mistake here.” He got up, smoothing his tie and looking at the floor, as if lost in thought. “I’ve made things a bit too informal, given you the wrong idea.”
She swallowed, her jaw trembling. How could things be going wrong yet again?
“I’m sorry if—“
This time he clapped his hands together. “You will call me sir when you speak to me, Nicole. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” She was sweating now. Her forehead, under her arms, between her legs. She was sweating through her suit.
“That’s better.” His shoulders relaxed a little. He went to the bar. “Perhaps we should have that drink after all. What do you say?”
She wasn’t sure. It didn’t feel very appropriate, but then again, this was after work hours. So she nodded. “Ummm…yes sir. That sounds nice, sir.”
He began making them martinis while she looked on, her anxiety ratcheting up as he slowly created the cocktails. “You’ll find that I am a very difficult person to please, Nicole,” he told her, shaking the contents of one drink. “But when you succeed in pleasing me, you’ll find that I show my appreciation in ways that make it all worthwhile.”
She didn’t know what he meant. And she was more afraid of him than anyone she’d ever met.
He finished with the drink and brought it over to her. As he handed it to her, their fingers touched and it was like an electric shock. She nearly jumped.
“Taste it,” he commanded.
She did so. It was dry and strong and
she flinched a little from the taste.
“It’s very good,” she lied. “Thanks.”
He just stood there staring at her. “What?”
“I said—“ she stopped cold. She’d forgotten to call him sir. “I said it’s very good…sir.”
“I don’t think you like it.”
“I do, sir, very much.”
He stood over her. She was suddenly aware that his belt buckle (and below that, his zipper) was at mouth level. She pictured herself reaching out and touching that zipper.
“If you like it so much, then drink it all. Now.”
“Right now?”
His expression darkened. “If you forget to call me sir one more time, you’ll force me to do something very unpleasant, Nicole.”
She didn’t have a clue what that meant, but she didn’t want to find out. “I’m so sorry sir.”
“Drink up.”
“Should you really be making me drink alcohol at work, sir?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“I’m not making you. I’m telling you.”
Her nipples stiffened when Nicole saw how he was looking at her.
She took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled out of her mouth. The very air in his office had changed; taken on a heavy, still quality. All of Nicole’s senses were engaged now, and she could smell not only Red and his cologne, but the scent of paper and leather and perfume from women who’d been in here earlier today.
She could see the small wrinkles in the fabric of Red’s steel gray shirt, the stitching in his trousers. Even the oil on his shoes.
She threw back her head and drank the martini as quickly as possible. Halfway through it she nearly gagged, but somehow was able to get it all down. When she was done, she held back a large belch. Her throat burned and her eyes were tearing.
Red watched her, a small smile playing on his lips. He took the empty glass from her hand, and his fingers seemed to linger on hers when he did so. “I should make you drink another, but I won’t…this time.” He turned and brought her glass back to the bar.
She was lightheaded and loose now. This meeting had turned into something else altogether, something dangerous and strange and…wrong. She knew it was wrong in her gut. And yet it also felt oddly right. This game was familiar to her in a way that she couldn’t have explained to anybody, not even herself.
“You can’t make me do anything…sir. You can only tell me,” she said, using his own words against him.
He spun and walked towards her, dark eyes burning. “I can’t?”
She met his gaze from her chair. “No, sir. You can’t.”
“If I ask you to, you’ll parade naked through these halls.”
She snorted a laugh. “Don’t be silly, sir.”
He crossed his arms and sat on the edge of his desk. “I have another meeting in just a few minutes,” he said.
A ripple of disappointment ran through her body.
“But I’m going to give you an assignment,” he finished.
She cocked her head at him. “Like homework?” Before he could get angry, she tagged on a sir.
“Yes, exactly like homework,” he smiled. “I want you to go home tonight and write an essay on how you plan to serve my interests.”
“I don’t understand, sir.”
“Figure it out.” He checked his watch. “You’re dismissed.” And then he went back behind his desk and sat down.
Nicole picked up her purse and stood, wobbling for a second. Her face was burning with shame at his casual and abrupt dismissal of her, as if she were a second grader and he the teacher. How dare he? How dare he try and humiliate her this way? She was an intern and he was making her into something dirty and pathetic.
She was growing more furious by the second. Of course, deep in the back of her mind, Nicole knew the real reason she was upset. She was hurt that he was sending her away—she wanted more time with him. She wanted more of everything.
Instead of admitting that to herself or him, she had a tantrum. “This is bullshit,” she said.
Red looked up from his papers. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.” She glared at him. A sheen of sweat covered her body.
He smirked, as if disgusted by her presence. “You’re free to go, Miss Masters.” Now he was becoming even more formal. Her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach tightened.
“I know I’m free to go.”
“Did you forget where the door was?”
“I just want you to know that I’m not going to stand for this.” She tossed her hair and adjusted her purse strap as his gaze met hers.
“Stand for what?”
“The way you’re treating me. It’s harassment. I don’t need this job that badly, I can get another one.”
His smile widened, as if he expected this very reaction from her and welcomed it. “Oh, you’re very sure of yourself,” he said, leaning back and appraising her.
“Sure enough,” she lied.
“Well, don’t be.” He put a hand on the receiver of his phone. “I can pick up this phone and make a series of calls that will guarantee you never work in this industry again. It would take me all of about ten minutes to end your career entirely.”
The comment chilled her, as did the deadly serious look in his eyes.
“Why would you do that to me? I’m not important enough for you to waste your time on.”
“Because I can.”
The tears burned in her eyes. “I haven’t done anything to you. I don’t understand why you’re being so mean.”
He sighed. For the first time, he looked troubled. “I didn’t want to hire you.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll leave immediately. Thank you…for…the opportunity.” She turned and started to walk out of the room. Actually, it was more like a sprint to get away from her shame and embarrassment and defeat.
But before she could exit, he was behind her. One of his hands gripped her shoulder and stopped her. “Wait,” he said. His breath was hot on her neck.
His hand felt warm and strong on her shoulder and he kept it there as she stood, still facing the door. Tears were streaming down her face and she didn’t want him to see her this way. “If you didn’t want to hire me, then why? Why did you?”
“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “The moment I first laid eyes on you I knew. I knew that I had to have you.”
A thrill ran up her legs and directly pulsated into her most private places. “Don’t lie to me,” she moaned.
“It’s not a lie.”
“Then why are you so cruel to me?”
“I’ve already answered that question.” He stepped closer to her. She could feel his body heat radiating against her buttocks and back and neck. He was like a furnace. She wanted more than anything for him to hold her tightly, to push himself up against her, force her towards the wall. His hands to cup her breasts from behind. His warm lips to kiss her exposed neck.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
“I can’t control this,” he said.
His hand stroked her hair lightly, sending chills up and down her spine. And then he pulled her hair. As her head tilted back, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her ear. “Do you understand now?”
Nicole moaned. She didn’t really, but in another way she did. Her body understood him in a way that her intellect could not. Her pussy was soaking wet, throbbing. She’d never felt this in her life. This want, this need, this aching. Every fiber of her wanted his hands to touch her bare skin. He could throw her to the floor and enter her right here, right now.
“Please,” she moaned. “I…I want you.”
He tugged more insistently on her hair. “It’s not so simple,” he warned.
“I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said. She was dizzy and hot and in need.
“If you agree to this relationship,” he whispered, “there’s no going back. Walk out now and I won’t do a
thing. I won’t pick up that phone, nobody will know a thing. You can get a job somewhere else, be a nice little worker bee at a safe, boring little advertising firm.”
“No,” she said. “I want this.”
I want you. I want all of you inside me.
“You think you want this,” he said, again tugging her hair. This time, there was some pain in her scalp. She hissed. He released the pressure and brushed his lips against her neck, so briefly she wasn’t sure it had even happened. “But I’m a difficult man to please. Do you want to please me?”
“Yes.”
Another pull of her hair, harder this time. “Yes sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tonight, you’ll go home and write me an essay. You’ll tell me in detail how you intend to please me.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to—“
This time his other hand gripped her neck. “I gave you an order. Didn’t I?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Then do as I command.”
“Yes, sir.” He released her completely and moved quickly away. She wished he would return. She wanted to feel his hands everywhere on her body. Even the pain when he pulled her hair was sensual, and she wanted more of that too. If she could just feel those lips against her neck for even one more moment, it would all be worth it.
“You can turn around now,” he said as he sat back down at his desk.
Nicole turned, seeing him as if for the first time. In the last few minutes, it seemed as if her entire life had changed. Like she was a different person, a package that had been unwrapped for the very first time. She was raw, naked, vulnerable. If he asked her to, she’d take off her pants, her blouse, her panties. She’d stand in front of him nude, play with herself, show him how wet she was. If that’s what he desired.
“Should I leave, sir?”
“I don’t want to cause you any harm,” he said softly. “That’s why I didn’t want to hire you. I know myself well enough to know that our relationship can only be difficult. Difficult, complicated, and ultimately destructive…You deserve more than that.”
“I’ll do anything you need,” she said. “Anything, sir.”
“Yes,” he nodded, lost in thought. “I just hope you’ll feel the same way when it’s all over.”