Night in office

Aron POV

"Mr. Finge, you need to go to bed." I just finished my last Zoom meeting at 10:30 p.m. when Selena knocked on my office door.

"What are you doing in the office right now?" I looked at her in confusion. I didn't anticipate that Selena would still be here at this late hour, especially after informing my office workers they could leave whenever it was convenient for them, not during my departure.

"I thought you needed someone to accompany you, so I stayed," she said, her alluring smile giving me the impression she had other motives.

"Thank you, Selena. You can now leave. I'll ask the driver to take you home." I checked my mailbox when Sara's mail arrived.

"All right, Mr. Finge, let's go," she said, casting a hopeful glance at me.

"Selena, I have to work, so you may leave with my driver." I didn't want to sound irritated because she excels at her work, and I didn't want to vent my frustration on her for expressing her physical desires.

Her constant offering of her body to me isn't her fault. I should fully accept responsibility for my actions when I forced her to accept this position shortly after our sexual encounter.

I vividly recall her visit on the first day of this job opportunity. I was fixated on her breasts because she looked amazing in her pencil skirt and tight-fitting top. Her resume listed her professional accomplishments, but I recruited her based solely on her attractive appearance. When I asked her to have sex with me in exchange for the job, she promptly spent the night with me. She proved herself to be a good assistant, and in the middle of the day, she offered me her body to relieve my work stress.

"Mr. Finge, could you please let me know if you need anything while in the office?" she tried to find an excuse to stay with me.

"It's okay, Selena; I will manage. You don't need to worry about me." I did my best to treat her with courtesy.

"No, I must stay with you. I can't abandon you when you need me most."

What did this woman want from me?

I am not interested in engaging in sexual activity with her. Can't she perceive this? I grew frustrated by her persistence.

"Selena, leave my office now. I want to work alone." I gave her a firm hand signal to get out.

"I apologize, Mr. Finge. If you need me at night, don't hesitate to call." With a sluggish mutter, she left my office.

Why doesn't this woman understand that I'm not interested in any other woman now? I fail to comprehend why she can't understand my repeated declarations that I do not desire sexual intercourse with her. If she were an assistant to me here, I wouldn't hesitate for a second.

I can't help but begin to imagine her in this office. I turned to face the white couch and visualized her having a sexual encounter with me there. There's nothing like having sex in the side library of my office with her. How does it feel to engage in sexual activity with her while she sits on my lap in this chair?

My thoughts kept drifting back to Sara. I made a conscious effort not to think about her for a moment, but I couldn't control my thoughts. I only had one option left to calm myself, so I opened my hidden drawer and took out the erotic magazine. After thirty minutes of masturbation, I calmed down.

Even though I am well aware that Sara is not at all like the persona in her erotic books, I still find myself picturing her whenever I read one of her stories. I was staring at my phone, hoping Sara would call to find out where I was, but she didn't, not even once.

Do I not exist for her?

My hand was itching to turn on my home's security system, but I restrained myself. I miss her. I want to look at her gorgeous face. I turned off my laptop and was about to leave my office. That's when my phone buzzed. Anticipating Sara's call, I eagerly glanced at the screen. Seeing Jerry's number made me sad. I informed her in anger that I would not return home tonight.

I took out my laptop and got back to work. If she doesn't care about me, then I won't talk to her until she accepts my job offer.

To calm my frustration, I disturbed my clients and vendors' sleep at midnight. I lay down on the couch to relax because sitting on the chair for extended periods bothers my back.

Every spare moment after work, my mind would instantly turn to Sara. I felt like a lifetime had passed without seeing her, even though only one day had gone by without us speaking. Without her, my body feels fatigued. I wonder if my ignorance affects her in any way.

However, I prefer not to examine the surveillance footage to locate her, as I am certain that the sight of her adorable face will overwhelm me with emotion.

In an attempt to take my mind off Sara, I was scrolling through my phone when I accidentally read the most recent chapter of her book. Curious, I opened the chapter and read it.

How did her writing go today? Why do her characters act in such strange ways? The current trajectory of the story is significantly different from the chapter she wrote today.

Is her writing affected by my ignorance?

No, I don't believe that. Working on her new story will undoubtedly keep her busy. As a result, she didn't dedicate much time to this story. My subconscious swiftly smothered any glimmer of hope that had ignited within me. I regret learning that my silence towards her did not affect her.

As soon as I heard the loud crack of lightning in the sky, I turned to look out my office window. I took my car keys and left the office at three in the morning because it was going to rain heavily. Knowing her history of trauma during the rainy season, I can't bear to leave her alone in this torrential downpour, even though I know I must ignore her to coerce her into working in my office.