Chapter 11 What Happened To The Car, Annabel?

• I kept pinching and pulling the gown as I made my way into the elevator, carrying my handbag in one hand. This is one of the reasons why I avoid skimpy gowns, I never feel comfortable in them. I just needed to look sexy today, hoping it will appease my Boss from taking drastic actions for my shortcomings. Since he was a jerk, interested in women’s bodies, then this should probably take his mind off my mistakes.
• The snug, figure-hugging gown accentuated my every curve as it formed to my body, thanks to the supportive elastic straps. The dress seems to merge with my form, caressing me with a sensual closeness. The fabric clings to me, highlighting my most alluring curves, while the straps playfully tease and entwine, creating an alluring tension that sparks desire.
• I was quite late for work today, the traffic was bad but maybe I would have made it on time if I woke up earlier. I had been up late at night and you know what they say…
• The elevator door dinged and opened to the empty hallway, there were very few rooms on this floor and so the corridor was spacious enough for a car to go through. I turned to my right and headed towards my office, I stylishly looked up to know if there were security cameras on the walls and ceiling but I didn’t find any.
• Hopefully, Mr. Blackwood had not noticed my absence yet or maybe he hadn’t even shown up for work. I got to my office door, inserted the key and unlocked it. I pushed the door open with my head down as I tried to find my phone inside my handbag, but a scream erupted from my vocals when I looked up to find Mr. Blackwood sitting on the waiting bench in my office.
• How did he get in here?? The door was still locked with a key!!
• “Good… Go-good morning, Mr. Blackwood,” I stuttered and swallowed hard. I held on to my bag with one hand and to my chest with the other.
• Mr. Blackwood sat calmly on the metal company designed bench, his right leg placed on top of the left one. He didn’t seem disturbed or affected by my presence or reaction, he was shockingly calm.
• First, he had his eyes locked on my upper body that I could tell he was checking me out. I didn’t expect less when I put on this cloth. But without saying a word, he looked down at his wristwatch and then looked at me; I knew exactly what he was going to say and I wondered if to quickly make an apology before he said the words.
• “Miss Joseph, are you aware that you are over forty minutes late for work?” he asked in that calm deep voice.
• My body did this quick shivering thing that occurs randomly. “I… I.. I am sorry, Sir.” I stuttered again, standing like a statue close to my office table.
• “Sorry doesn’t explain why you are over forty minutes late, Miss Joseph.” He muttered calmly, his face holding no readable expression. It was like he wasn’t mad and he was mad at the same time, or maybe I was just terrible at reading facial expressions.
• “I know Sir, but…” I Began, ready to break the worst news. Normally, I would say suck it up! But for some reason, this man scared me. Maybe I was just scared of losing my job this early, especially after I have spread the news of my employment and even spent lots out of the advance payment.
• I still remember the joy in my parent’s voice when I told them of my new job. How do I ever tell them that I got fired in less than a week? That would break them, they would probably think I have bad luck or there is some evil eye on me.
• Yes, my parents are superstitious to a fault, but that is a story for another day. Right now, I have a boss that I need to answer to.
• “But what, Miss Ann?” he asked coldly.
• “I am very sorry Sir, I am only late because I had to take a cab and first there was very bad traffic and then the cab broke down on the way. It took me ten minutes to find another cab. You know how it is in this city, it is just too busy.” I explained in a rush of words, and then took a deep breath to relax my nerves.
• “Cab? Why would you take a Taxi?” he asked with a little more seriousness in his eyes.
• I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. Mr. Blackwood squinted his eyes a bit and slowly put down his right foot from the left one.
• “What happened to the car, Annabel?” he asked with all seriousness, slowly standing up with his eyes fixed on me.
• “I am very sorry but my best friend who doesn’t have a driver’s license went out with the car yesterday and got into an accident with another car. Long story short, the police impounded the car and I couldn’t get it out yesterday.” I announced and immediately wore my “I am very sorry” face.
• Mr. Blackwood was standing at this point, he began to walk towards me and I took steps backwards, my eyes locked onto him like he would do something shocking if I looked away for a second.
• “Come again?” he muttered and my heart flipped.
• My legs were shaking as I walked backwards, and before I could realize it, I had walked into the table; that was the end of the road for me. I was scared as he came closer until there was just little space between us; he was doing this for the second time but it didn’t make it any less scary.
• “I said… come again, Miss Annabel,” he ordered with a little growl.
• “I… I… I will get it out, I promise.” I stuttered and swallowed hard.
• He gently crossed his hands on both sides of my waist and placed it on the table, with his face so close to mine. I tried to drag myself backward but the table was an obstacle for my lower body, I could only push my upper body backwards.
• I was taken by shock when he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, making me sit on the table involuntarily. My heart began to beat like crazy, his thighs pressed against my knees as I locked my legs together. But then he grabbed my knees and spread them apart, forcing my gown to run upwards.
• I gasped as he exposed my panties, but he didn’t look down, he just walked in between my thighs, closing up the space between us. His hands were still grasping onto my thighs and that sent shock waves running through my body.
• He slowly dug one of his fingers into my left thigh without breaking eye contact. I whimpered softly in pain but he didn’t seem bothered by that.
• “Miss Ann? Why would you let a friend with no license go out with a company purchased car? You do know that it is a violation of our terms of agreement. Or did you not bother to read the email that came with the car?” he asked very slowly.
• I nodded immediately, my body shaking in fright as his cold hands on my thighs kept sending waves of electric signals through me. If there was ever a thing like pleasurable pain, this was it. His right hand was reaching in towards my panties, and I felt this crazy thing happen to my body, a sensation that words couldn’t explain.
• “Answer me, Miss Ann. Did you or did you not read the terms and conditions?” he queried.
• “I am… I am sorry,” was all that I could say in response.
• He brought his face closer to me and I knew that if I tried to push any backwards, I would fall to my back on the table; that would be an even more awkward situation for me. Slowly, he moved his face to the left until I could feel his breath under my ears, and then he whispered something into my ear.
• “You should be more careful, Miss Owl. You don’t want to get on my bad side.”
• His words gave me chills. No! not his words, his voice was responsible for the chills, the Goosebumps that erupted all over my skin. He gently slid his hand from my inner thighs towards my knee as he stepped backwards and then he turned around and walked away.
• I sat there, mouth agape as I watched him leave. my heart was racing along with my breath, there had been so much tension moments ago that I didn’t think it would end there. Maybe I wanted more to happen, I was scared but he left me on my toes, this man is completely unpredictable!!
• I took a deep breath before climbing down from the table. Ignoring the sore spot on my thighs which had turned red, I pulled down the gown to knee level, even though I knew it would climb up to my lower thighs in no time.
• He had exposed my panties and yet he didn’t bother to take a look, I don’t know how to feel about that. Was he not sexually attracted to me?
• I am not saying that is not a good thing but that leaves me with questions. If he is so lustful for my body as his demands claim, why did he not bother to even take a peek between my legs. He exposed them, quite alright, but then he just walked away.
• I hate to admit it but his actions messed with my self-esteem. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, he left me thinking!
• I quickly picked up my handbag from where I had unconsciously dropped it on the floor while trying to escape from him, and then I walked to the door and closed it. I took another look at my gown to make sure everything was in place before getting down working for the day.
• To be continued!!