Page 15 of Mailroom Delight
“Is what for you?” she glared at me.
“What your wearing. It’s very sexy.”
“Get out of my office and give me my notebook!” she balked
“Wouldn’t it be better to give you the notebook first, before I leave the office? I mean I’d either have to throw it to you or you’d have to come with me to get it once I left.” I smiled at the look of sheer annoyance that flushed her beautiful face.
“Something is wrong with you.”
“Sweet Thing, there is nothing wrong with me. Think of it this way. All you have to do is meet with me. Then that’s job done. We meet, talk about your column, we plan, we take it from there.”
Eureka! She actually looked like she was considering it. I wondered what else she’d consider. I’d really love to get a chance to see what pleasure looked like on her face.
“A meeting would really get you off my back?” She finally spoke.
“I don’t know about getting me off your back. There is still that issue of your letter we have to discuss.” I couldn’t help the excitement I felt when her cheeks flushed. “A meeting is a start though, and like I said we’ll take it from there.”
“What time?” she straightened her shoulders up and shifted her weight back on her heels.
“Now. We meet now.”
“No, I’m busy we can’t meet now.” She shook her head.
“Baby, I don’t know if you realize this, but I’m your boss. If I say we’re meeting now, then the only person you’ll be busy with is me.” I almost laughed at the put-out way she looked. I didn’t mean to go allI’m your bosson her, but I was too busy for a rerun of yesterday.
I had interviews lined up for an assistant manager. The person I hoped to leave in charge when I went to Hong Kong in the fall.
I couldn’t be chasing Paige today.
“I want my chair back. Or, are you the boss of that too?”
I stared straight at her, liking the nervousness I saw in her eyes the more I looked. It was a stark contrast to the harsh expression she tried to maintain.
“Come get your chair, Sweet Thing.”
She walked around the desk to me and looked at me expectantly when I didn’t move.
“You sure you don’t want to sit in my lap, Sweet Thing?”
“Do you want a sexual harassment suit in your lap,Sweet Thing?” She smiled at me and probably thought I’d get all worried by the threat.
I simply laughed and pulled out the letter she wrote me from the inside of my jacket pocket.
A pained expression crossed her pretty face.
I loved this exchange between us far too much. I knew I could be very arrogant at times and I did my best not to act on it, but she was like temptation for me. She was fueling the arrogance and fueling my interest in her. So, it was her fault not mine.
I cleared my throat and started reading the letter.
“Dear Jason, blah, blah, blah it sounds like you need to get laid, or possibly have a sex marathon. Blah, blah blah,I will gladly show you what I mean so call me if you need clarification on any of the matters discussed. I look forward to meeting you. Paige.You don’t have a hope’s chance in hell of a sexual harassment lawsuit. I’d just be the innocent male who acted on what he was being told to do.” I feigned innocence by placing my hand to my heart.
That just made her madder.
“You know what? I’m going home. You can go fuck yourself.”
I laughed as she moved away from me.
“Paige you are quite the character.”
