by Harper West
Her words sent a finger of dread up my spine. “He’s hitting on you?”
Now she did laugh outright. “Oh, if it were just that, I wouldn’t have such a problem. The creep somehow manages to find some way to touch me before the end of my shift. At first it was a brush of the shoulder, the slight of a hand or something relatively innocent that I could write off. Now though, he has been openly leering at me, sending me suggestive emails, and sniffing my hair. But that’s not all, just today he even went so far as to rub my ass when he demanded I pick up box from his station to be sorted in my own.”
I was horrified. “What is his name?” My voice came out oddly cold and threatening.
“Oh, don’t worry yourself. I have mentioned it to HR so many times they don’t even open my complaints anymore,” she said sourly. “Nothing they can do until someone can verify my story, otherwise it is my word against his, and that bastard is just crafty enough to wait until he can corner me.’
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could it be this woman was lying? No, it didn’t seem like it. The misery in her face was evidence enough that something shady was happening in my building.
“How long has this been going on?” I wondered aloud, more to myself than her, perhaps if my managers felt safe enough to harass their underlings I was not doing my job as a CEO well enough. Apparently paper signing wasn’t the only duties I had been slacking off on lately.
“About two years,” she answered me.
“Years!” I exploded, and then at the startled look on her face I reined my temper in. “Why on earth would you ever put up with something like that for years?” I demanded, trying to feel only a detached concern that any good boss would, but failing spectacularly. I knew then that my feelings concerning this matter went deeper than a mere professional level. In a jolt of realization, I was sure as to why I was becoming more and more furious with her story; it would appear I was very attracted to this woman. Gloria.
Your employee. My consciousness chided me. An employee who is being sexually harassed by someone above her at your company. Not necessarily a great time to be flirting with her, then.
I cleared my throat and the leather chair squelched as I sat back. A trickle of nervous awareness of just how close she was sitting washed over me. Right, I am her boss, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
A question pressed at the tip of my tongue and it was suddenly very important for me to hear it answered. “Why didn’t you simply find a new position, if no one was willing to listen?”
“Well, it’s a bit of a long story.” Her tongue darted out to moisten her plump lower lip as to provide proof that the telling of it would require more beverages. I followed the action and lifted my hand to order us another round of drinks, vaguely wishing I could capture that pouty pink flesh in between my own lips and moisten them for her.
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Harper West is a Cali girl through and through, and she’s hella addicted to iced tea. She loves some theme park time, visiting the ocean and the mountains in the same day, and spending time with her kitties as she explores this writing journey.
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