He is holding my lace panties in his hand staring at me in utter confusion. Mr. Payne doesn't remember a thing. Of course he doesn't he was wasted. While the shock of adrenaline has obviously sobered him up from the zipper incident (I seem to have a lot of sex related incidents in my life.) I feel it isn't enough to trigger his memory.
“Ms. Drake, answer me. What is this?”
“Looks like underwear to me sir.”
He rolls his eyes and points to the chair for me to sit. Mr. Payne walks to his door, shutting it and turns on a few more lights. Looking around the room at his clothing everywhere he has the same confused expression as he did while pulling my undies from his pocket.
I settle into the chair across from his desk, carefully removing his socks from the seat and handing them back to him as he walks by. He grabs them roughly and shoves them into his pocket. Suddenly he stops just before he turns the corner of his desk to get to his chair. His back is to me and I can’t help but wonder what is he thinking.
After a few moments he moves again and comes to his chair. Placing the panties on the desk, he stares at them while addressing me.
“Ms. Drake what happened tonight?” He asks in a low voice full of worry.
Do I tell him the truth? What if I explain things and he is so mortified he has me transferred to Accounting permanently or another department where I can’t enter the Executive Development Program? The only way to enter is to have an Executive recommend me, so working directly with one is imperative. I really should have listened to my brain this evening.
Maybe I should lie. Yeah, a little white lie can’t hurt. He won’t be embarrassed to be around me and we can continue as boss and assistant (if I ever get to be his actual assistant instead of floor hoping every week.).
“You came and got me in Accounting and told me you had to speak to me Mr. Payne. By the time I got to your office you had taken off your clothes. I saw you were passed out on the couch, so I tried to rearrange your body so you were lying on your side in case you became sick. Your zipper got caught on my sleeve and well, I think you can guess what happened after that.”
Wow, I’m good at thinking on my feet. Thank you brain and a round of applause for you. I am sorry I didn't listen to you to begin with. “Apology accepted Morgana. Now, let’s hope he buys the shit your selling.”
Mr. Payne clears his throat, still not looking at me.
“Umm, was there anything else that happened Ms. Drake?”
I shake my head. Not going to tell him. Nope! Not going to do it.
“I apologize for my behavior Ms. Drake. If you are worried I might become angry or your job is at stake if you tell me the truth then please understand nothing could be further from the truth. I normally don’t drink, but this day is always a bad for me and, well...that’s not important. What is important is for you to understand if I did anything that made you uncomfortable I need to know in order to rectify it.”
I am sucking in my lips to prevent them from talking. He looks so scared and helpless right now. Like a little fawn lost in the woods. I just want to reach over and pet him, maybe take his shirt off too.
“Ms. Drake I need to explain something to you. About a year ago I had an assistant who...umm...tried her best to seduce me. I kept telling her no. Finally her actions, along with her need to constantly be on her cell phone, caused me to fire her. Normally I would never discuss a former or current employee’s issues but I feel tonight warrants it. She felt the need to retaliate by filing a sexual harassment lawsuit at me. It never went anywhere because her accusations were unfounded. So, it’s important to me to find out exactly what occurred tonight. Please understand when I say my behavior tonight was a mistake. I may have taken advantage of you in a way that is highly inappropriate. You have my sincerest apologies.”
Well shit! Guess sex is definitely not on the menu with Mr. Payne. Crap, crap, double crap.
“You fingered me.” I blurt out. So much for not telling him. “Morgana, in order to tell a lie one must not tell the truth right after, it defeats the purpose.” My Brain explains to me. “Shut up brain. I thought you drove off anyway.” I tell her. She shrugs her squiggly shoulders at me, “Got stuck at a light and looked in the rear view mirror to witness the craptastic hole you have created.”
I roll my eyes.
“Did I...uh...force you to do that Ms. Drake?” Mr. Payne looks at his clasped hands and I can see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
“No.” I shake my head and he lets out a very loud breath. We are quiet for a moment and I keep my eyes on my undies hoping I get them back. I wasn't kidding when I said they aren't cheap.
“So you wanted me to do that...um...never mind. I’m sorry that it occurred Ms. Drake.”
“I’m not.” I mumble under my breath and look away. My heart has long since stopped beating rapidly and is now pained. I’m disappointed and pissed off right now. Disappointed that this won’t happen again and angry he views it as a terrible mistake.
Despite all the horrible things people say about him I feel it’s all in perspective. He’s a ballbuster/vagina smasher; therefore he is a hard worker and expects those around him to work just as hard. As for not having a life, well, I don’t have a life either. I put so much time into work and my career; I don’t have time for a social life like a normal 29 year old. If anything all the accusations about him being a terrible person makes me like him even more.
But as much as I like Henrik, I’m angry with him right now. Sure he’s worrying about his job, so am I but that doesn't stop me from being human. Also, I’m horny. So there is that.
“What did you say Ms. Drake?”
“Me too Mr. Payne. I’m real sorry too.” If you can’t tell I am being sarcastic right there, though I doubt Mister Sorry Pants notices.
“Okay, well I think we have both had a long day Ms. Drake. Let me take you home. I’ll have my driver pull up the car.”
Ooo! Chauffeured vehicle, yes please! This almost makes up for it. Almost. Only if there is a slice of cake waiting in the car will that appease everything.
He gets dressed and calls his driver to make arrangements. Once we are in the elevator the awkwardness begins. There is a silence between us that is claustrophobic. I want to crawl at his clothes and rip them away, but at the same time smack him in the face for being such an ass. I also want to hit myself upside the head with a baseball bat for fooling around with him in the first place. What was I thinking?
A black Lincoln town car pulls up to the curb and a man in a black suit hopes out of the driver’s seat. He races around to open the back passenger door and nods at Mr. Payne in acknowledgement while keeping his eyes fixated on the distant. The driver is well built and has a brown beard sprinkled with grey.
Mr. Payne doesn't nod back but stands to the side as his hand slices the air informing me to go first.
Once we are inside I slide to the end seat and begin to buckle myself in. There is a comfort from the safety strap. Due to my mom’s constant insistence growing up for me to always wear my safety belt, I now don’t feel comfortable until me and everyone in the vehicle is strapped in.
Mr. Payne enters and settles into his seat beside me.
“Buckle up.” I tell him and he glances at me in confusion before realizing what I am referring to. After he adjusts his seat belt we are off. After ten minutes of silence and a few times where he turns to me about to say something but doesn't, we arrive in front of my apartment building. It occurs to me I never told him my address, but I shrug it off as something he must have on file at work.
His door opens and I unbuckle my seat belt. As I proceed to crawl past him I feel his hand on my thigh for only a moment before I am out of the car. That slight graze of my skin sends electricity pulsing to my core. Just as I turn to look at him I see the driver shut the door.
After a few moments I watch from the sidewalk as the car pulls away from the curb. I stand there confused and cold. Finally I walk over to the steps that lead to the lobby of my building when I realize why I am so cold. Mr. Payne still has my panties.
Find out what happens next in The New Year
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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