Page 16 of His Revenge
Juliette stares.
“No, it’s freezing because they blast the A/C,” she stated.
I pause.
“Well, I definitely feel a little dizzy.”
The pretty brunette thinks for a moment.
“You need to eat more red meat then,” Juliette states in a knowledgeable tone, “because women sometimes suffer from iron deficiencies.Consider eating fish even, if you’re against red meat.”
I nod slowly.
“Yes, thanks.I’ll look into it.By the way, Jules, do you have any perfume with you?Like a little vial?Body spray even?It could help with the dizziness.”
Juliette rummaged in her gym bag for a moment, and came out with a travel-sized facial mist.
“Do you want this?”she asked, her expression concerned.“This helps me pep up sometimes after a heavy workout.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I say, seizing the vial before scuttling off to the women’s restroom.Then, I locked myself in a stall and lifted my skirt before inhaling deep.Oh my god, there really was a musky female sex smell, and it’s my pussy juices.Brad made me come so much that not only do I look just-fucked; Ismelljust-fucked too.With trembling fingers, I spritz myself generously with the facial mist, hoping that Juliette doesn’t realize that the scent of ocean is wafting from me downthere, and not from a woman’s regular pulse points.
But now it’s been a week, and I haven’t heard anything from Brad.I haven’t gotten any emails from his secretary, nor been summoned to his office.Instead, the entire intern pool has been flooded with assignments, and now we’re typing madly away at our computers, trying to analyze competitors, read industry mags, and write research reports while also doing basic analysis and scrutinizing financials.Oh my god, I brought this on my friends!
But at least they don’t know.I shake my head as the sound of typing and soft murmurs fill the air.God, this summer has already been a whirlwind, and we’re only three weeks in.Suddenly, a message pings in my email from HR:
REMINDER:SUMMER SOIREE TONIGHT!EAST CONFERENCE ROOM AT 5 P.M.
In fact,all the interns are beginning to pack up, smiling and chatting now that the day’s almost over.I turn to Juliette.
“Wait a minute, we have a party?What is this?”
My friend smiles and tucks her curly brown hair behind one ear.
“Yeah, it’s been on the calendar forever.It’s a mid-summer soiree for the interns, you know for us to chat, eat snacks, and get to meet people at the company.Otherwise, we’re always stuck in our little divisions.You in marketing, and me in PR.This way, we can mingle with other peeps, like the folks in Accounting.”
I giggle.
“You want to meet the people from Accounting?”I ask in a playful tone.
Juliette grins.
“Hey, they handle payroll, so yes, definitely.”
With that, we pack our bags and begin heading over to the East Conference room with the other interns.On the outside, I’m relaxed and chatty, without a care in the world.But on the inside, my mind’s going crazy.Will Brad be there?Is the tall, dominant CEO going to show up to mingle with us lowly interns?
Don’t be silly, the voice in my head scolds.He has a million things to do, like manage a multi-national conglomerate.He’s not going to show up to a summer soiree for college hires.Your little dalliance with him was a one-time thing, so put it out of your head.
The voice is right, and as we enter the conference room, I resolve to be happy, cheerful, and totally normal.I’m not going to let on that anything’s wrong, or that I’m disappointed by a particular someone’s absence.Instead, I’ll be the consummate professional.Evergreen Career Services would be proud.
But when we step inside, immediately my eyes are drawn to a tall form in the corner, and of course, it’s Brad.My heart quickens as my eyes widen imperceptibly.Do I look okay?Pretty even?
Stop being so vain, the voice in my head scolds again.You need to act like nothing’s wrong.
It’s true.So I grab a small glass of fizzy liquid and chat lightly with some of the other interns.Johnny Little is saying something about Pokémon Go when suddenly, Brent the football player materializes at my side.Ugh, he must be hitting the roids even more than usual because there’s a streak of seeping acne on his neck, and his bulging biceps look positively insane.Some guys like to emulate Popeye, and unfortunately, Brent’s one of them.The young man seems to have no idea that Popeye is a caricature, and that such huge guns in real life are disproportionate and unattractive.
“Yo, Minnie,” Brent greets, puffing up his chest.“How’s the cherry spritzer?”
I look down at the drink in my hand.
