A lover's step

Is she passing out now? And right after standing up to her bully?

Damn it, but the lady is heavy.

All I wanted was to drive home, take a relaxing bath and lazy away the midnight before dream overwhelmed.

Still, a part of me had berated, showering concern over the girl I couldn't stop thinking about.

Getting home, I knew I wouldn't bed down unless I affirmed Angela made it home.

I picked up a key to zoom into the night again, and to the address I had memorized earlier.

Today was her first day at the office, yet the stubborn woman had to work this late.

Reaching over, I, however, never expected to meet a furious man at her entrance.

“Josh, help me. Whatever happened to her?”

An attractive female asked upon stepping into the frosty night.

Her face appeared acquainted. Yep, the girls who sat eye freaking me at the club, instead of showing up to keep the record of my plate number.

Maya, who was that…. Oh my gosh, why is Angela looking so static?

A pretty face shouts upon spotting their friend lying in a faint, too.

“Show me to her apartment.”

I suggested.

The one I reckon to be Maya has her hands clasped to mouth, to prevent screaming out in shock but unable to rush into helping.

However, the slender one, whom I'm yet to grasp her name, rose with the challenge.

She led the way into their home.

The butterfly's weight has increased thanks to her lifeless state.

However, I endured it all, with a part of me glad to have intervened when I did. To think of what might have happened next with that ex of hers, has me dropping the frame and with a thud on the bed.

What an absurdity, keeping a lunatic boyfriend. The girl was more naïve than expected.

But because I'm unlike the idiot, I logged to settle her body before using the duvet to prevent her from the frosty night.

I watched her sleeping form only for a minute and my third leg awake with throbbing nods, staring at its food from last week.

She appears contented and blank at the traumas of the void.

My rod ached, recalling the day it broke her hymen.

As the event flashes to thoughts, my pole reacts much more.

Nope, not in here, buddy,

I said to my member. We both should be worried about my worker, and not how sexy she looks while in oblivion.

I checked her vitals to make sure she's not in prompt peril. They appeared normal.

Glad to know that Roy's expertise will not be required here tonight.

My twin wouldn't have allowed me to rest, except I told him all about Angela.

“She is okay and not in an immediate emergency.”

I announced. They became less worried.

“In the event she wakes, is there anything knowledgeable to keep in mind?” the tall one asks. The other, called Maya, is still in shock to make comments, apparently.

“No, just water and some aspirin should be adequate,” I retorted.

“Oh.” she gasped out a response.

“If that will be all, I have to be on my way,” I said.

“Alright. I bet it's not for us to ask who you are to her.”

The beauty inquired.

“Yes. It sure isn't.”

I replied, leaving the girls to take care of their friend.

Getting home and tired, I took my bath to rest for the night. I intend to speak to Angela tomorrow. Not like I'm loving, but as my worker, she deserves my protection against that maniac of a man.

*****

It's 6 am, but I am already making my way up toward my office floor. The lift is taking slower than I appreciate. I have to inform my engineers to fix the immediate plight before it traps anybody while they go about their daily duties.

Today, I came in a lot earlier than anyone to enjoy the tranquility of working alone.

A rattling vibration, however, alerts me I am not so alone. And the noise had come in from Angela's room?

'Just what in the world would this woman be doing here at this hour of the day?'.

I'm not impressed with her dedication to work, especially after what transpired with her yesterday.

Putting on my most annoying face, I opened her station entrance, only to confirm my suspicion.

There she sat typing away on the keyboard of her system, and as if nothing happened last night.

“What are you doing, reporting into office today?”.

“Huh?”.

She responds after a startling moment.

Holding on to the last rational part of my existence, I once again asked.

“Why did you choose to come?”.

“Because…. I toil here?”.

Is she responding in a quip? I will not dither to unplug the damn apparatus, regardless of whether she has saved her task progress.

“Stand from the seat,”

“Now,”

I barked even louder when she refused.

Dammit, I have no patience for unwell attendants. It aids in promoting a productive and healthy environment.

Listen, it's important to me that both my company's success and the welfare of its members are prioritized. Therefore, I suggest you grab that backpack of yours, or witness me taking drastic measures to remove you from the premises.

As we engaged in a terse stare-down, she stood up to adjust her clothes. Enthralled, my tastes tracked every act she made.

And while she fetched her bag, my mind strategies on ideas to enhance my set of company policies, for my tool's sake. To that, my member throbs a 'yes'.

For now, why I intend to do so, I have no imminent clue.

It, however, never stopped me from reaching for the backpack of my annoying female and holding it as a gentleman.