Karma 4

“How about you ride me?” Lucas suggests. We went to high school together and we have a causal relationship where we just have no-strings-attached sex.

“Fuck yes,” I agree as I straddle him.

He swats my ass as I lower my weight on him. We both laugh and I finally allow his length to slide inside me.

“let’s try what we did last time.” He slides his hands under my butt and starts to bounce me on his long erect shaft.

I moan as I ride him hard.

My eyes remain shut, something I subconsciously find myself doing during sex. My ex-husband hated it.

“You missed my dick?” He asks as I try to concentrate on the act.

“That goes without saying.” I manage to find my speech.

His fingers dig into my skin as he continues to bounce me like a ball, in few minutes my body erupts as I get to my climax and Lucas comes later.

“That was fun,” I say once we are out of our sex haze trance.

“I figured you’d like it.” He wakes up and I watch him dress.

Once he is done he turns to me, “So when will we do this again?” He asks.

“Tonight,” I suggest.

“I can sneak out and have an afternoon quickie.” He says.

“I can’t I will be at work.”

He turns to glance at me with surprise, “work? I have never seen your work.”

“I will be working at Thorne PR company.” I briefly state.

He lifts his eyebrows but says nothing.

“I will see you tonight.” He says as he leaves.

I alight from my bed exhausted by the thought I will be going to that cursed place again and working with that prick.

****

“Didn’t think I will see you again.” it is the first words that come out of the treacherous petite girl, Clara.

I sarcastically let out a sad laugh as I stride towards her. She messed with the wrong person.

“You misinformed me on purpose,” I say as my face inches towards her.

“You are still here, so I failed.” She takes a step and I realize the entire office is now drawn to us.

She is so small, I can crash her with my feet.

“Keep waiting Honey, I am here to stay,” I say.

“Girls like you are so full of themselves.” She speaks like a wounded wife.

“You are allowed to be full of yourself too. It is a free world.”

She slaps the air around like it stenches.

“is that the smell of alcohol on your breath?” she asks just as Mr. Prick, Thorne, himself walks in with a confident aura around him. The office quickly scatters as everyone pretends to be busy.

Great, Cassandra isn’t here again and now I have to deal with…

My thought process is interrupted when I smell his perfume before me and I look up to find him glaring at me.

“I know I am pretty, no need to be amazed.” I try to look less anxious.

“In my office.” He growls and starts to walk towards it.

I roll my eyes and follow him.

“Don’t ever do that,” He says without looking back.

“Where is Cassandra?” I ask as soon as we enter his office.

“I am your employer, not her.” He is brief.

He runs his finger on his desk and inspects it.

“My desk is dusty.” He states.

“You should wipe it,” I say with an obvious tone.

He shakes his head angrily he attempts to speak but stops to just stare at me with pure awe, “My wife just referred me to you. I never got to ask for your papers maybe your former employer could put my mind to ease.” He says and my heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Uh…m…I don’t have them with me, I thought your wife gave them to you.” I lie hoping to buy time.

He stares at me momentarily contemplating dealing with me then he gives up.

“Have a seat.” He points at it and I am suddenly taken back by his change of attitude.

I seat as he remains standing.

I fiddle with my fingers trying to pretend to be confident as he stares at me.

Tick! Tock!

Time moves and he never moves or says a word. I begin to get anxious. Is he analyzing me?

“You can leave and start working. There is a list on your desk detailing all the things you are required to do.” He finally speaks.

I dash out of the office quickly.

What the hell was that?

Creepy!

I find a yellow stick note on my monitor. I don’t get to start reading it before Clara steps in front of me.

She doesn’t know when to quit!

“What now!” I bark at her.

“I still can’t get over that fact that Christian didn’t fire you. What is so special about you.”

“Stick around and you will find out.”

“I will. We all have secrets, I will find yours.”

“Not before I find yours first.” I spit.

She is starting to get frustrated that she can’t evoke the emotions she wants from me. Life hardened me. 

“You won’t last. Don’t unpack yet.” She casts a glance at my little box with my stuff.

“Oh honey, I can last longer than your boyfriend.” I glare at her.

She squints her eyes at me and huffs before she walks away. I smile at how she walks like a wading bird.

I focus my attention back on the list. It has over 50 chores I should do.

The first thing to do,  Mr. Thorne Coffee, should be decaf and it should be on his table by 7.00 am, it is specially brewed for him, he puts in brackets that I should do a short course that I have been enrolled at to learn about different types of coffee and learn how they taste as I will be tasting it before I bring it over. It should be Hot at 196°F not more or less. Secondly, his days’ schedule should be at his desk by the end of the day, 6 pm. I should remind him at 3 pm to take a break to do his meditation, the words Stoic are in brackets beside the Word Meditation. I shake my head and when I look up I find Mr. Prick himself staring at me. I look down and continue reading the obnoxious rules…

By the time I am done reading them all my head hurts. I look at the time and read what I should be doing. There is a meeting that Mr. Thorne should be at. Shit! He is ten minutes late.

I stand up quickly and walk to his office.

“You have a meeting with Dunk kid,” I say as I try to remember where I heard the name.

“Congratulations you figured that out ten minutes late. Hand me over my jacket.” He says sarcastically and I  realize he did wipe his desk.

So now I am his maid, I pick it and hand it over.

He picks some folders and walks past me without a word.

I follow him outside. I retreat to my station as he strides away. I realize the people are staring at me. All over a sudden Mr. Thorne stops and glances back at me.

“Why are you sitting?” He asks and resumes to walk away.

Was I suppose to go with him to his meeting? To do what?

I just follow him.

I suck at this job.