Nothing happened. I hate to break it to you in such a cold and unfeeling manner, but that is where I am mentally right now. Mr. Payne has done this to me. He’s turned me from a fun-loving free spirit to a heartless asshat who just accidentally bumped into someone on the street and didn't say ‘excuse me’ after. I know terrible, right!
Back at Henrik’s office Friday evening after he pulled me off the couch to help him with the mess he created there was that moment where I saw in his eyes his lust for me. I also felt it digging into my stomach. We both gazed longingly at each other and if it had been a movie the romantic music would have started to play. But he pulled away and went about cleaning up like his dick wasn't hard for me.
So utterly frustrating! Then to top it off as we were leaving he found the crumpled up pink post it note about his dry cleaning and handed it back to me. Not a word about it. Not a “I hate to have to ask you to help me outside of work, but...” or “Morgana it would help me so much if you could...” just nothing.
So here I am trudging through the bitter cold trying not to slip on the pockets of ice and snow on the sidewalks of downtown Chicago with an extremely large bag of men’s suits in dry-cleaning bags. The bright side of all this is perhaps I get to see his place and possibly Henrik today. You know I hate myself don’t you? He’s like an obnoxious drug. One I want to punch and then make out with. I don’t even make any sense anymore.
I stop in front of the building of the address on the note. It’s one of those tall skyscrapers where only rich people live. As I approach a decked out doorman tips his hat to me and opens the door. All I can think is he must be cold. I hope this place pays him a decent salary for freezing his balls off.
There is a sweet looking old man standing behind the desk with the lobby attendant sign on it. His wrinkled face gives me a warm smile.
“Yes, how may I help you miss?”
“I have to drop this off to Mr. Henrik Payne’s apartment.”
I flop the dry-cleaning on his desk and push some of the suits out of the way in order to see his face. He holds up a finger and picks up his phone. After a few moments he’s talking to someone on the other end.
“There is dry-cleaning down here to be picked up.”
After he hangs up he gazes up at me and smiles once again.
“I’ll make sure it’s safe. Someone is on their way down right now to pick it up. Have a wonderful day.”
Nodding I walk toward the entrance and get my cell phone out of my purse. I know this is terrible but I hope it’s Henrik who comes down, so I call my friends and wait in the lobby hoping to catch a glimpse. Pretending to fiddle with my phone I hear the elevator open and turn to see an older man with silver hair in a nice suit get out and make his way over to the lobby attendants desk. He grabs the dry cleaning and heads back to the elevators.
I guess it is too much to ask to see Henrik. Even if I got a chance what would I say? Would he even acknowledge me, probably not? Sighing I dial Aria’s number. After a ring she picks up.
“Hey where are you? Evaleen is already here. We ordered cheese sticks without you.”
There was an office happy hour two weeks ago and toward the end only Evaleen, Rick (one of the sales guys) and I were left. Aria called me and I invited her over. We all hit it off. Rick ended up flirting with Aria which for his part was a big mistake. Oh, she went home with him, but she doesn't do more than one night stands. He has been bugging me ever since for her phone number.
“I’m almost there, had to drop off something. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Okay but hurry. The cheese sticks have arrived and Evaleen has already inhaled one. What? Don’t hit me. It’s true Evaleen.” I can hear a muffled voice in the background.
“I’ll see you shortly.”
I hang up and briskly walk ten blocks to the diner called The Joint. Entering I am assaulted with the smell of grease, stifling heat and everything is covered in dark wood paneling. I’m almost confident this place hasn't been updated in forty years. Looking around I notice Aria’s hand waving in the air to capture my attention. Nodding I head over to her but she doesn't stop waving until I am standing at the table.
Taking off my winter gear I shove in beside Evaleen who is sucking on her chocolate shake.
“I ordered for you Morgana. Your usual.”
“Thanks Aria I’m starving.” I grab the lone cheese stick on the plate in the middle of the table and bite into the cold appetizer.
“Did you go stalking him Morgana?” Aria’s neatly plucked eyebrow raises as she sucks ice from her water glass into her mouth, chomping on it like candy.
“Stalk whom?” Evaleen lifts her head from the straw glancing back and forth between us.
“Aria is referring to Mr. Payne. And no I wasn't stalking him, just dropping off his dry cleaning.”
I try to act aloof by reading the sugar packets but accidentally spill the syrup container while reaching for the brown packet. Trying quickly to wipe it up I manage to splash Aria with her water and almost knock Evaleen’s milkshake completely over.
“Let me get that Drake.” Evaleen cleans up my mess as I give her a small smile and turn to look out over the diner. Usually this place is packed but there are several empty seats today. I’m thinking the cold snap is keeping people away. The sub-zero temperature is a deterrent even for the thick skinned Chicagoans.
“So you stalk Mr. Payne?” Evaleen questions while tossing the napkins in the corner of the table.
“No I don’t. Today was the first time I have ever been to his building and only because he asked me to pick up his dry-cleaning for him. That’s all.”
Our food arrives
“You have had the hots for that man from day one Morgana.” Aria happily points out while popping a french fry into her mouth.
“What?” Evaleen’s voice rises as her eyes bulge.
I really didn't want Evaleen to find out I like Mr. Payne. It’s embarrassing enough to have a thing for the greatest asshole that ever was or ever will be, but then let people at the office know makes it worse. Much worse. I know they will stare at me sitting alone at my desk and shake their head in shame. They will judge and I will agree with them, “Why Mr. Payne? Why oh why Mr. Payne?”
“So what if I think he’s good looking. I’m not the only one. I know for a fact Grace loves him. Even though she’s the building receptionist and is stationed in the lobby, she is always in our kitchen on the 28th floor waiting for him. Anytime I bring his name up she gets that blissful faraway look in her eyes.”
“That is true Drake, she has been in love with him for two years when she first started at Mimir. Every time he needs a new assistant she submits her resume. She never applies to any other job in the company, only to be his assistant. But, as for you, that is a different story because you've spoken to him. Drake you know what a tremendous dick he is and therefore I’m quite intrigued by your attraction.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me while leaning her chin on her hand.
“There is nothing to tell I...” My breath catches when I see the man himself walk in accompanied by a stunning brunette. The woman is close to his height, age and in that moment it hits me that if I didn't know Mr. Payne I would think they are the most beautiful couple to ever walk the earth.
He guides her to one of the empty tables and I can’t keep my eyes off them as he helps her remove her coat. She does the usual date type stuff for him. The woman blushes, lightly touches his arm and throws her head back laughing at something he tells her. I want to slap her.
“Morgana, what’s wrong? You look like you did that one time your brother threw the last piece of cake in the trash from your birthday.”
I can’t speak only grit my teeth.
“Look who just sat down.” I hear Evaleen say and see her pointing in Henrik’s direction out of the corner of my eye.
“Who’s that?” Aria turns to see what we are focused on.
“It’s him. The Payne in the ass!” I bite out.
I know I shouldn't be mad. If I think about it why wouldn't he have a girlfriend? He’s rich and handsome so I shouldn't be surprised some money grubbing whore got her teeth into him. Wow, that sounded awful. I need cake.
“Oh my god that’s him? Jesus he’s fucking studly. Wowza he can do some dusting of my cobwebs anytime.”
That snaps me out of it. I turn to look at Aria and notice Evaleen is staring at her too.
“Aria just eww!” I shake my head at her.
“What? That’s a saying.”
“No it is not and I pray to god it never is uttered again.” Evaleen joins me in the shaking of heads.
“Whatever. He is smoking though. But is that his girlfriend?”
I glance at Evaleen who shrugs, “I have no idea if he has a girlfriend. That man’s private life is more secure than a key locked in a safe. No one knows if he has dated anyone in ten years.”
Those words don’t help me feel any better. We agreed to a truce and now I know why.
I look up to see Mr. Payne standing beside the table with the brown hair skank beside him. He nods at me but then notices Evaleen and starts to squint his eyes.
“Payne.” She replies back to him.
He glances at Aria and I feel her hand give me a nudge shaking me out of my haze.
“Oh, uh hi Mr. Payne. This is my friend Aria. Aria, this is my boss Mr. Payne.”
He reaches out his hand to shake and I hear Aria giggle. Yes, giggle. He has reduced her to a 12 year old in just seconds. After a couple of tries he manages to tug out of Aria’s grasp and wraps his arm around his brunette bimbo.
“Ladies this is Tiffany. She is...”
Before he can finish Tiffany pipes in and thrusts her hand in my face.
“I’m Henrik’s girlfriend and you must be Morgana. I have heard some interesting stories about you.”
Well fuck me!
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Payne Posts Menu
63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
1. THE Interview