Page 167 of Tell Me What You Want

“Judith, I left various folders on your desk,” she says in her screechy voice and in a bad mood. “I need you to photocopy everything and bring it back to me. Miguel, I think they’re looking for you in your department. Come on, let’s get to work!”

I continue my walk to my desk alone. I see the folders my supervisor left and head toward the copier. I do as she has requested and then answer several emails from the branch offices. At about eleven o’clock, I go into the archive room. I need a few documents the branches have asked for. I find myself really engrossed in them, and then I hear a voice at my back.

“Mmm ... finding you in the archive room stirs up a thousand desires.”

It’s Eric, watching me from the door.

“Mr.Zimmerman, do you need anything?”

He very shamelessly checks out my body.

“How about a little spin? I love how you look in those slacks.”

I indulge him and do as he’s asked.

“Happy now?” I ask.

“Yes, although I’d be happier if you would undress and ...”

“Eric!”

He grins, hands still deep in his pockets.

“If you provoke me ...”

“That’s pretty nervy of you!” I laugh, and when he steps forward, I hold out a hand. “Stop!”

Eric stops.

“Get out of my archive room. I’m working, and I don’t want to get fired for doing things during work hours I shouldn’t be doing, OK?”

Eric takes another step toward me.

“Mmm ... but you’re so beautiful when you work. Come here and give me a kiss.”

“No.”

“Come on ... you want it as much as I do.”

“Eric, someone could see us ...”

He tries to give me a mock innocent face and makes a gesture with his hand.

“A little kiss?”

I sigh ... I step up to him and give him a kiss on the lips. Immediately, Eric grabs me by the waist, leans me against the file cabinets, and jams his tongue in my mouth. He devours me, and I surrender.

“God ... sweetness, what am I going to do with you?”

“Well, right now, let me go,” I say in protest. “The doorknob is up my ass.”

He releases me in a flash.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, worried. “Did I hurt you?”

“No ...” I laugh. “I only said that so you’d let me go.”

I see the amusement in his eyes. He licks his lips and takes a step back. “Let this be the last time, Miss Flores, that you incite me to do something I don’t want to do,” he says, wagging his finger at me. “Get to work and stop fooling around.”

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