august 11, 2011
It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when August returned from his lunch meeting.
His office was unusually dark. Lights off, blinds drawn, and he could see a figure sitting in his desk chair. Lissa had gotten into the habit of playing pranks on him, so assumed it was her. "Did you booby trap my office again, Micheli?" he called out, not too loudly, not wanting to draw attention to it for fear of being mocked, yet again.
"I can be whomever you want me to be, sir," a voice called - not Lissa's voice, he knew immediately. It was unfamiliar to him, not one of his assistants, at least. He flipped the light switch on and stared across the room a young girl, an intern he thought. He couldn't remember her name, as that was beneath his pay grade. The way she was sitting at his desk, conveniently hidden behind his monitors, obscured everything but her face from his view.
"Excuse me, but who are you and how did you get into my office?" he asked sternly, making a mental note to have a chat with the bane of his existence once he got this girl out of his building.
"My name's Caitlin, and I see the way you have been looking at me." August rolled his eyes at this remark, as he still had no idea who she was, or what she did. The young girl stood, and August's mouth fell open in shock when he saw that she was nude from the waist up.
"I think there's been a huge misunderstanding, Caitlin. I think you need to leave." He remained where he was, completely stunned that this was happening. Employees had thrown themselves at him before, but this was different. She was nearly twenty years younger than him, and he usually had some idea of which women were interested - just in case.
"What? Is it Lissa you want?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Leave before I call security."
"No need. I can be your security. Turn the lights off, you won't know the difference. I get serious Christian Grey vibes off of you - I will be whatever you want me to be."
August was once again stunned. Had he really been so candid about his interest in Lisandra Micheli? He was usually much better at hiding such things. "You don't know what you're talking about."
He was too caught up in his own pride to realize he had only further encouraged the young woman with his words. Instead of leaving as he'd asked her to, she stepped closer to him, and he tried to divert his gaze to the ceiling, though such a thing was difficult when a young woman was throwing herself at him.
"I know all about you, Mister Bergmen. You don't have it in you to turn me away," she said with a newfound confidence, and he took a step back as he realized how much closer she'd gotten to him. He stepped the wrong way and fell back into a big chair. Before he could react, she had situated herself in his lap, and his hands went around her waist as more of a reflex than anything.
"See, there you go," she said as she leaned forward to kiss him. For a brief moment, August could see Lissa in front of him - her raven hair and array of tattoos. He wanted to give into that sight.
The intern's lips touched his, and the illusion was shattered. He pushed her off of him and into the floor.
"No," he shouted. "Get your clothes. A member of security will help you collect your things before escorting you out of the building."
As if on cue, his door opened and in walked his head of security. "What's... oh. I'll be leaving," Lissa said as she turned her head to shield herself from the sight in front of her.
"No, Micheli, I'd like you to escort this... person out of my building. Make sure she can't get back in," he demanded, and Lissa nodded as she stepped inside.
"Oh, and do your job better. How did this one get past you?"
He could see her cheeks turn red at his remark, and he grinned.
After five minutes of the young woman begging for her job, Lissa was able to get her to leave, which left August alone in his office.
He couldn't get the image of Lisandra out of his head, and it baffled him just how much he wished it had been her sitting at that desk when he'd entered the room.
"I need a drink," he muttered to no one in particular, suddenly glad for the mini-bar on the other side of the room.