Page 18 of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
I turn off my computer and put everything back into its place. I clean my desk and lock the drawers. I’m about to say goodbye to Jason, who’s standing in front of the file cabinet, when he says, “Kayla, organize the files for me. I can’t find a goddamn thing here!”
“Sure, I’ll do it the first thing tomorrow,” I say.
“Tomorrow?” he turns to glare at me. “What about now?”
“It’s already five,” I tell him.
“So?” he cocks his head and blinks. “I’ll pay you OT. You’ve quit that part-time job. Haven’t you?”
“Not yet. I gave a two-week notice.”
“Good,” he says with a nod. “Just call and tell them you’ll be a bit late. It shouldn’t take over thirty minutes. All I want you to do is to reorganize the payroll folders by employee.”
I consider for a second and agree. I step out of his office and dial Richard’s number reluctantly. “I’m sorry, Richard, is it okay I come a bit late today? I have to finish something here first.”
Richard pauses for a second. “Sure, Kayla. No worries. Are you okay, though? You’re not alone with him, are you?”
His consideration makes me smile. “There’re others, and I’m fine. Thanks,” I say. “I’ll stay late after work if you need me.”
I hang up and start the refiling. I empty a new drawer and start a folder for each employee before I pull out their payroll information from the folders by month. It turns out to be more work than expected because there are quite a few misplaced files. At five thirty the office is empty, except Jason and me. The janitors won’t be here until seven, and I feel uneasy.
Jason is sitting in front of his computer, but I sense him checking me out from time to time from the corner of my eye.
He creeps me out. I’m only halfway done, but I want to stop. I should just tell him I’ll finish the rest tomorrow. I haven’t even had the time to make up my mind when I feel Jason’s presence behind me. I gasp as I spin to look at him.
He stands very close to me, and I back into the cabinet. My heart is caught in my throat. “Can I finish the rest tomorrow?” I ask him despite my nervousness.
Jason doesn’t answer my question. Instead he rests his hand on the cabinet behind me, trapping me. “You look like Shakira. Has anyone told you that?” he asks in a low voice that gives me goosebumps.
The Queen of Latin music? I should be flattered by the comparison, but I feel sick in my stomach instead. I shake my head and force a smile. “You must be kidding.”
“Not at all. Everything. Your long black hair, your beautiful eyes, and your sexy curves,” he says as his eyes travel down to my body.
“Thanks,” I say nervously. “But I need to go.”
He ignores my response as if he’s deaf. He reaches a hand to touch my hair, and then my cheek. “I think you’re prettier than her, Kayla.”
“Please stop,” I say, gripping his wrist while trembling with agitation. “I have to go to my other job.”
His eyes narrow. “We agreed on this, Kayla. This job is your priority. Are you backing off?”
“What’re you talking about?” My voice is squeaky from being nervous. “I’ve already done what you asked for.”
I try to slip through between his body and the cabinet, but he grabs my hair and pulls me back so I stumble against him. My face is an inch away from his and I turn away to avoid his breath.
“You little tease,” he says. “From day one, I wanted a taste of you, and you keep evading me. Why? Am I not good enough to you? What the hell do you hope for? You have me wait for five fucking months!”
Still holding me by my hair, his other hand reaches my back, and then travels down toward my butt.
“Please stop, Jason, I didn’t agree to this.”
He chuckles. “You did. You signed the form to be my PA. You’ll perform all duties assigned. And pleasuring me is one of them.”
“That’s bullshit!” I cry. “I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”
He laughs louder. “Are you sure? Haven’t I told you my lawyer Ron never loses a case? What do you have to lose, anyway? You get a job that many women your age and qualifications can’t have, and you get fucked by a rich, good-looking man.”
Oh God. I can’t believe it. This man is the worst asshole I know!
