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Rejected

... calling me that. That's all I've heard from you for a week. I haven't done shit too you, you spoiled bitch." At first she is surprised and scared. I had never behaved like this even when she was at her worst. She jerks out of my grasp and drew her hand back. CRACK. The sound her hand made against my cheek is loud and ringing. We stood there frozen for a moment staring at each other in shock. She didn't know she was going to hit me until she'd done it. It just made her so angry, me calling her bitch and if she is completely honest it hurt. I called her spoiled too. Did he really think she had no reason to be upset? She had started to think of me as special, not just her possible coworker. Then this happens and everything got so ugly. An ugly red mark is starting to well up on my face. I can't believe she struck me. I knew she was angry, maybe even hurt about getting passed over for the contract but...damn. She must not care about me at all. I stared at her getting angrier by the second. I had been lusting after her delectable body for a week now. But it is more than that. I liked her. I thought we could still get together, after this work stuff blew over. But she called me bastard. I put a hand to my stinging cheek, knowing my passions are getting confused but not caring. Well, if she insisted I'm a bastard, I'd show her one. Jennilain, had been quietly watching me the entire time, knowing when my mood changed. She sees the expression in my eyes switch from shock to anger ...

... and then to something darker. Something she isn't sure she wanted to name. It is time to get out of here. Since the company is empty now, being well after 8 pm, we left the office door open. She makes a dash for it. She can make it. It is no more than four or five steps to the door from where she stood against the desk. Unfortunately it is hard to move nimbly in the black pencil skirt and heels she wore. Before she made it past the computer desk I caught her arm flinging her back against the desk. I walked over to the door and slamming it closed. Then I advanced on her. Jennilaine is trapped and she knows it. Is it too late to appeal to my sense of friendship? Would I listen? Or would I make her pay for being so mean and rejecting me these last two weeks? I stop when I towered over her. Her eyes went large with fear. Good. She deserves it. I grab her upper arms again and lean down to her, face to face. " So I'm a bastard am I," I snarl? I'll show you a bastard." With that I begin to move my hands over her body. Her blouse is ivory silk and feels nice against my hands. My hands are cruel, rubbing and squeezing to hard. He cover her breast. They are full and firm, nice B cups maybe? I squeezed hard enough to hurt. She yelps and tries to push my hands away but I just put them back somewhere else. " John...John..." She gasps. " What are you doing? Don't." I push forward until her ass butted up against the desk. She is pinned between me, big hot and angry and the hard cold desk. I ...