there was only a thin layer of tar at the bottom of the coffee maker and groaned. "Sir, I'll need to make a fresh pot, I hope you don't mind waiting a-" I turned and saw the man was now behind my desk, scrolling through the calendar on the computer screen. "Hey!"
I dropped the packet of coffee into the sink and rushed back over. "Sir, you can't do that."
"Oh no? Who's gonna stop me, you?"
"Please. If there's some information you need I am happy to provide it."
"Settle down, little mouse. I'm just checking to see where your boss is. Won't be a minute."
I bristled at the comment but pushed it away and tried to slide between him and the computer. "I told you, he's out at a meeting."
The man crossed his arms in a gesture she figured he thought was intimidating, but was actually kind of funny. His arms were really short, like T-Rex short, and could barely cross correctly in front of his body.
I stifled a giggle, but felt my muscles relax and my heart beat returning to something closer to normal. "Please, if you'll just go sit back down I'll make the coffee and you can wait for Mr. Douglas."
We stared each other down for a long moment before he relented. "Fine. Whatever." He brushed past me and shuffled back around the front of the desk. "Ferocious little mouse, aren't you."
I bit back a retort. In size or temperament I was no mouse, but he was finally getting out of the way which was all that mattered.
"Thank you, sir." I backed up towards the coffee maker, wanting to keep an eye on him and put some distance between us.
"So polite, little mouse. What are you doing working for a scumbag like Mitchell?"
I'd often wondered the same thing myself. "This is a good job, sir."
"Sir, sir, sir. I like that, little mouse. A girl with good manners and big tits is a rare combination these days." He chuckled and leaned against the counter, clearly enjoying the look of horror on my face.
I didn't know what to say to that. He seemed to be calming down from his anger a bit, so if crude comments was what it took, I'd let him say whatever he wanted. But I did take a moment to turn around and tug the top of my blouse up. It was impossible to hide my cleavage completely in anything but a turtle-neck, but showing a little less skin felt suddenly important.
After getting a pot of coffee brewing I turned back to the man and found his hand digging through a pile of files on my desk.
"Sir, please! If you insist on rifling through my desk I'll have to ask you to leave."
His hands froze and he grinned at me evilly. "You do that, little mouse. I'd like to see that."
"I…if you refuse to leave I'll call the police."
He laughed at this and dropped the files. "I'd like that even better. Explain to your boss why the cops are crowding into his office. Here's the phone," he continued, pointing. "Have at it."
My legs felt watery. I'd expected my false bravado to work, send the guy out the door. But now that he'd easily called my bluff I wondered if he wasn't an even bigger threat than I'd feared. In my experience the only people unafraid of threats of police involvement were either perfectly innocent or guilty as sin, and I was pretty sure he'd left innocence behind long ago.
"Please," I nearly whispered. "Please just go. I don't want any trouble."
"Oh, I like how you beg, little mouse. Why don't you come over here and ask me again. If you're real nice I might do it."
One look at his leering face told me getting any closer was the last thing I wanted to do. Whether it was anger or fear, he seemed to like getting any reaction from me, and to be no hurry to leave. I hated feeling powerless like this, intimidated. Every flash of fear fueled my anger and it was getting hard to control. The world probably, and certainly the city was full of jerks like this guy. Losers who got their rocks off scaring good people just trying to live their lives. It sickened me. But I was smart enough to know not to do anything about it when I was stuck alone with
I dropped the packet of coffee into the sink and rushed back over. "Sir, you can't do that."
"Oh no? Who's gonna stop me, you?"
"Please. If there's some information you need I am happy to provide it."
"Settle down, little mouse. I'm just checking to see where your boss is. Won't be a minute."
I bristled at the comment but pushed it away and tried to slide between him and the computer. "I told you, he's out at a meeting."
The man crossed his arms in a gesture she figured he thought was intimidating, but was actually kind of funny. His arms were really short, like T-Rex short, and could barely cross correctly in front of his body.
I stifled a giggle, but felt my muscles relax and my heart beat returning to something closer to normal. "Please, if you'll just go sit back down I'll make the coffee and you can wait for Mr. Douglas."
We stared each other down for a long moment before he relented. "Fine. Whatever." He brushed past me and shuffled back around the front of the desk. "Ferocious little mouse, aren't you."
I bit back a retort. In size or temperament I was no mouse, but he was finally getting out of the way which was all that mattered.
"Thank you, sir." I backed up towards the coffee maker, wanting to keep an eye on him and put some distance between us.
"So polite, little mouse. What are you doing working for a scumbag like Mitchell?"
I'd often wondered the same thing myself. "This is a good job, sir."
"Sir, sir, sir. I like that, little mouse. A girl with good manners and big tits is a rare combination these days." He chuckled and leaned against the counter, clearly enjoying the look of horror on my face.
I didn't know what to say to that. He seemed to be calming down from his anger a bit, so if crude comments was what it took, I'd let him say whatever he wanted. But I did take a moment to turn around and tug the top of my blouse up. It was impossible to hide my cleavage completely in anything but a turtle-neck, but showing a little less skin felt suddenly important.
After getting a pot of coffee brewing I turned back to the man and found his hand digging through a pile of files on my desk.
"Sir, please! If you insist on rifling through my desk I'll have to ask you to leave."
His hands froze and he grinned at me evilly. "You do that, little mouse. I'd like to see that."
"I…if you refuse to leave I'll call the police."
He laughed at this and dropped the files. "I'd like that even better. Explain to your boss why the cops are crowding into his office. Here's the phone," he continued, pointing. "Have at it."
My legs felt watery. I'd expected my false bravado to work, send the guy out the door. But now that he'd easily called my bluff I wondered if he wasn't an even bigger threat than I'd feared. In my experience the only people unafraid of threats of police involvement were either perfectly innocent or guilty as sin, and I was pretty sure he'd left innocence behind long ago.
"Please," I nearly whispered. "Please just go. I don't want any trouble."
"Oh, I like how you beg, little mouse. Why don't you come over here and ask me again. If you're real nice I might do it."
One look at his leering face told me getting any closer was the last thing I wanted to do. Whether it was anger or fear, he seemed to like getting any reaction from me, and to be no hurry to leave. I hated feeling powerless like this, intimidated. Every flash of fear fueled my anger and it was getting hard to control. The world probably, and certainly the city was full of jerks like this guy. Losers who got their rocks off scaring good people just trying to live their lives. It sickened me. But I was smart enough to know not to do anything about it when I was stuck alone with
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