Cake Love: All Things Payne(83)

"So, then why did you just leave me there, alone, downstairs? If you feel this way you have a terrible way of showing me."

Mr. Payne lets go of my shoulders and sits back to stare at the ceiling.

"Because it's not right how I feel, what I have done. This job is important to me, just as your job is important to you. I really don't want to do anything to jeopardize either. It is important for me to focus on work right now. That may seem like a lame excuse but it's the truth. Can we just be boss and assistant?"

As much as I hate what he said, he's right. This job and getting into the program is extremely important to me. What if this just is a fling that fizzles over time, then we are stuck working in a very uncomfortable situation. I can't risk that.

"Oh Brain, you were right all along."

"I'm sorry, Morgana. I know this is tough for you so I won't say I told you so, but ... okay I will say it. I told you so!" Brain runs back to her office and shuts the door like the coward she is.

"Yeah we can just be assistant and boss. Can I be the boss though?"

I smile as he looks over to me and grins. Mr. Payne so rarely smiles that when he does it stops my heart. I think I am clinically dead for a second but then realize all the blood has drained from my head to my crotch. This "only assistant/boss" thing is going to be hard.

"A truce, I will try to be less of a Payne." He cocks an eye at me before continuing.

"Yes, I know what everyone calls me, Ms. Drake. So, I will be less of a Payne to you if you promise not to wear your glasses around me."

I smirk at his request. He really has a thing for women in glasses.

"I'll try, Mr. Payne, but one false move from you and these babies come back out." I lower my frames down the bridge of my nose to look at him. His irises pool black and we stare at each other for a while. Finally he clears his throat and gets up to face the room.

"Ms. Drake, can you help me fix up the room?"

"I thought you wanted me to call housekeeping?"

He turns and reaches down a hand to help me up.

"I think housekeeping will need to vacuum up the dirt from the plant but we can pick up the rest. You aren't afraid of getting a little dirty are you?"

I got this job at a cost. There is always a price to pay when you ask THE gods for help. Because right as he spoke that last line I grab his hand and he pulls me up straight into his body. I can feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat from his skin and the growth between his legs as it all presses into me. My body reacts with a shiver.

"Oh Morgana ..." He whispers as I look up into his heated eyes.





Chapter 14 - THE Let Down ...

Nothing happened. I hate to break it to you in such a cold and unfeeling manner, but that is where I am mentally right now. Mr. Payne has done this to me. He's turned me from a fun-loving free spirit to a heartless asshat who just accidentally bumped into someone on the street and didn't say "excuse me" after. I know, terrible, right!?

Back at Henrik's office Friday evening after he pulled me off the couch to help him with the mess he created there was that moment where I saw in his eyes his lust for me. I also felt it digging into my stomach. We both gazed longingly at each other and if it had been a movie the romantic music would have started to play. But he pulled away and went about cleaning up like his dick wasn't hard for me.

So utterly frustrating! Then to top it off as we were leaving he found the crumpled up pink post it note about his dry cleaning and handed it back to me. Not a word about it. Not a "I hate to have to ask you to help me outside of work, but ..." or "Morgana, it would help me so much if you could ..." just nothing.

So here I am trudging through the bitter cold trying not to slip on the pockets of ice and snow on the sidewalks of downtown Chicago with an extremely large bag of men's suits in dry-cleaning bags. The bright side of all this is perhaps I get to see his place and possibly Henrik today. You know, I hate myself, don't you? He's like an obnoxious drug. One I want to punch and then make out with. I don't even make any sense anymore.

I stop in front of the address on the note. The building is one of those tall skyscrapers where only rich people live. As I approach a decked out doorman tips his hat to me and opens the door. All I can think is he must be cold. I hope this place pays him a decent salary for freezing his balls off.

There is a sweet looking old man standing behind the desk with the lobby attendant sign on it. His wrinkled face gives me a warm smile.

"Yes, how may I help you, miss?"

"I have to drop this off at Mr. Henrik Payne's apartment."

I flop the dry-cleaning on his desk and push some of the suits out of the way in order to see his face. He holds up a finger and picks up his phone. After a few moments he's talking to someone on the other end.

"There is dry-cleaning down here to be picked up."

After he hangs up he gazes up at me and smiles once again.

"I'll make sure it's safe. Someone is on their way down right now to pick it up. Have a wonderful day."

Nodding I walk toward the entrance and get my cell phone out of my purse. I know this is terrible but I hope it's Henrik who comes down, so I call my friends and wait in the lobby hoping to catch a glimpse. Pretending to fiddle with my phone I hear the elevator open and turn to see an older man with silver hair in a nice suit get out and make his way over to the lobby attendants desk. He grabs the dry cleaning and heads back to the elevators.