Page 4 of Bearly Breathing

She had crushed on her boss since meeting him. Forever it seemed, but finally, tonight, she realized he’d never notice her as a woman. He saw her as a secretary and a buddy. A shoulder to cry on.

She withdrew her hand from his. Maybe they could have salvaged the meal, but Gary didn’t even signal the waitress.

She didn’t get a chance to order as he sent the woman for drink after drink! He just kept guzzling his Blue Hawaiian and moaning about his girlfriend.

Well, at least one good thing would come of this. She sighed and ran a hand over her pulled back hair.

Leya had to move on. She sighed as she paid the bill, Gary having forgotten his wallet at work. He stood to say goodnight and nearly toppled the table over. Just great. She’d have to see the jerk all the way home. Ugh.

“I can drive perfectly, I’ll be fine. Always drive myself,” he grumbled.

“No, really,” she insisted.

After about ten minutes of refusing, Gary agreed. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the man had suddenly caught a case of the hands.

The entire taxi ride, he’d tried to cop a feel, which wasn’t all that easy to avoid in such a confined space. His too-soft hands groped her over her clothing no matter how many times she shoved them down onto his own lap.

“That’s enough, Gary. Okay, we are here. Thank you,” Leya said to the driver as she paid the fare.

“No problem, lady, you sure you don’t need any help with him?”

“Um, no thanks, it’s okay,” she smiled at the man’s kindness and exited the cab to find Gary sitting on the curb, attempting to take off his shoes.

“No, don’t do that here, Gary!”

“Why not? I’m tired, and my feet hurt!” His whine hurt her ears, and she wondered how she ever imagined herself in love with this baby-man! Another fantasy bites the dust, she thought and rolled her eyes before hefting him off the curb.

“You’re almost home now. Come on, upsy-daisy,” she struggled under his weight as she helped him into the elevator.

Leya used the wall to try and keep him upright, but she lost hold of him when one of his hands suddenly dropped onto her blouse.

“Leya, Leya, Leya, you know, you have got one giant pair of boobs on you-”

“Mr. Trainer! Stop that!” She pushed his hand off, mortified by his behavior.

He started to slide down the wall, all the way to the floor. She had half a mind to leave him there, but being the responsible idiot that she was, she forced herself to help him up again.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed his hand to stop its wandering only to have him push his face way too close to hers.

The smell of sickeningly sweet alcohol made her want to vomit. She turned her face to avoid his slobbering kiss.

“Come on, Leya, Leeyyaa, maybe I should lay ya? Lay ya, Leya, ha, ha!” He snickered loudly.

She was tempted to drop him where he stood. The rat! But she made it this far and she’d see the asshat inside. Ugh.

“Mr. Trainer, please remember you’re my boss, and this is unprofessional!”

“Puhleease! Everyone knows how you feel about me, you know, Tris was even jealous, and I couldn’t believe it! I mean look at her and look at you! I told her, Leya is a good secretary, but I am not into chubby virgins!”

Heat burned her cheeks at his drunken admission. Did he really see her as nothing but a fat secretary who’d be so desperate to take what he was offering? OMG! And what did he mean everyone knew?

Mortification was making it difficult for her to breathe. He continued as if unaware of her sudden stiffness and pallor.

“You’re fat, but not bad looking,” his hand roamed again, and she was almost too stunned to move, “yeah, I mean, why not, I could take one for the team. So Leya, want me to lay ya?”

“What?!” she screeched.

“Come on, maybe I can show you what you’re missing, I can knock that halo off your head, a pity-fuck now and then is good for the soul, they say,” he giggled like a school girl and dropped his hands to grab her ass. That’s it! Before she could react, the door opened to reveal a pissed off Tris.

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