Page 68 of Making Home with You

“I’d say that went well,” Joe laughs, smiling at me.“I’ll stick around until the office starts to fill up and then I’ll head out.”

Joe sits down at one of the chairs opposite my desk, and I begin to ready myself for the day.As much as Joe likes to think his presence has taken care of things, I know differently.

I’m fucked.Andrew is going to be livid, and my imagination is a swirling mess of the nightmarish things that are still to come.

I can’t ask Joe to stay even though I really want to, and the more I think about it, the more thought I’ve given to his comment about rules being made to be broken.

There has to be another woman in this office who isn’t so fond of Andrew’s disgusting habit of intimidating women.

I just have to find her.

Several hours have passed since my arrival at the office with Joe and while he has long since left, I still have yet to hear from Andrew.That is until my phone rings and I look down to see his number.

“Yes, Andrew,” I say in the way of a greeting, something I’m sure will piss him off.

“I need you in my office now,” he barks and I can hear him through the wall.

The door that connects our offices is still closed and the damn thing doesn’t lock, because if it did, I’d be over there locking that fucker and hightailing it out of here.

I have to psych myself up to go into his office, but I can do this.I’m not some weak twit who will do anything he asks to keep my job, much less land a promotion.

With my hand on the door handle, I take in a deep breath, once again reviewing how to escape an attacker in my head.

I step into Andrew’s office and there’s a woman just now straightening her skirt and brushing off her knees, and then she tucks her hair behind her ears.He smiles at her and she giggles a little.When she turns toward me I recognize her as another assistant, and when we make eye contact, her smile drops instantly.

Andrew stands and begins to zip up his pants and I am absolutely fucking mortified, and I look away.

This woman was just on her knees giving my boss a blowjob in the office next to me, in the office adjacent to the hallway that’s currently filled with people, at his place of fucking employment.

I want to throw up, and to make matters worse; he walks over and grabs her ass, and kisses her hard before insisting she leave without touching him again.

“So do you just fuck anyone in uniform then?”Andrew asks abruptly and the door to his office hasn’t even closed yet.

I owe him nothing.Not an explanation, not a reason, nothing.My personal life is none of his business, but clearly he wants me to know exactly what he’s been up to.

I feel my mouth drop open at his boldness, and I attempt to hide my shock, by again, turning away from him.

“You going to answer me?”he demands and I can feel the vomit burn in my throat, but I try my best remain calm.

“Funny because I thought that was a rhetorical question.That it didn’t need answering.”

“Don’t be fucking smart with me, Sarah.You fucking set me up today and I don’t like it.”

He tugs a hand through his hair and lets out an exasperated sigh.I watch him, take in his body language.I know I’m getting to him and he hates every minute of it.

“That was supposed to be you on your knees in my office today,” he spits out, not even bothering to hide his intentions.“But you fucked up, and I just gave your promotion to a compliant girl who took my dick like a champ.”

I’ve never been more repulsed by someone in my life.Every word that slides from his lips is done with the intent to offend and disgust and belittle.

He takes a step closer to me and my entire body tenses in response.I can feel the tears of anger pool in my eyes and I stop breathing.

But he doesn’t read my body language and continues toward me.

“I swear to fucking god if you touch me I will scream so loud everyone in this office will hear,” I hiss, my teeth clenched so tightly I can hear my pulse in my ears.

He laughs loudly and it echoes in his sparsely decorated office, and he takes in my words for a moment, speaking slowly as if that will help what he says sink in.

“You think I force myself on these women,” he says and his words are hardly a question.“That I make them do something they don’t want.We both want it.It’s a mutual exchange, a business transaction.It’s something we’ve all grown to understand and while you don’t right now, you will eventually become compliant too.”