20. Not At Work.
Chapter twenty
Not At Work...
Ione
Athy: I do not care. Return home.
Stop bothering me at work! You have everything you need!
Athy: I cannot find the remote.
Athanasius…please.
Since I've left the house, he has been sending me stupid little texts.
Athy: I'm going to place ketchup and mustard on this sandwich.
That's nice.
Athy: You don't care, stop talking to me.
YOU are texting ME!
I thought I could have eight hours of silence.
Eight hours. Now, realistically, did I believe that?
Not at all. In my mind, I was expecting one phone call an hour, at least 10 texts in an hour.
Move everything to every fifteen minutes.
I can't take this. My phone being on vibrate does nothing to help my body from anticipating the buzzing of my phone on my desk.
Athy: There is carnage outside your door, and death is coming.
You better clarify yourself right fucking now
Athy: Cats, they are fighting. One will die soon.
Stop them!
Athy: What is my incentive?
ATHANASIUS
Athy: No offering. No action.
There are no cat bodies on my lawn. I've checked the cameras. I have a whole forty minutes of nothing, before he begins again.
Athy: You wish me to be gentler?
Not always.
With your emotions, woman, not your pussy.
Then, yes.
Why are you bringing this up? What did you do?
I will apologize now
ATHANASIUS
Don't yell at me woman, I said I am apologizing now.
He never said for what. I try calling and he doesn't answer.
Then I get scared because he's silent for the next two hours and all I can think about is my house burning down, Ms. Taylor telling everyone about the monster in my house.
The FBI and Homeland Security showing up to my job to arrest me.
Then I'll be experimented on, because we all know the US government don't give a damn about doing that to black people.
Just when I'm about to spiral, someone knocks on my office door.
"Hey, Ione, there's a man here to see you." Maria smiles at me nervously. "He actually demanded that I bring his woman from the dungeon we're keeping you in…I didn't know how to respond to that."
I
AM
MORTIFIED.
What does he look like? As my eyes go wide and I try to keep a calm and neutral smile on my face, I get up and clear my throat. "What does he look like?"
Maria smiles, holding my door open. "A hot goth or alt looking guy? His outfit is great, arm cuffs and straps. The red contacts are a bit much." She chuckles. "I didn't know you were into that type. I pictured you as a 'nerdy, anime lover that's hiding 8 inches' type of lady."
"Maria." I breathe heavily. "Lord have mercy, does everything think I'm a closet hyper sexual or something?" I ask as we make our way towards the front.
"Yes," Claudia answers catching up from the break room. "You give that vibe."
"Claudia, please." I mumble. Just as I spot Athanasius tapping on the public water cooler. He has a bouquet of flowers from my garden in his left hand. "Athanasius," I reply clear and level. He's done something terrible, I know it. "What are you doing here, I'm done in an hour."
He snorts, holding out the flowers. "You are finished now, rabbit, I require your presence."
The ladies behind me are cooing about his nickname for me, the way he talks, and how handsome he is. All I can see is that he's hiding something, and I need to know what it is.
"That's very sweet." Where did he get this paper from? "Thank you for the flowers, but I still have an hour left."
He narrows his eyes at me, looks around, and then past me. "I can wait with you, surely these hu-ladies, would not mind? I'll be quiet. I just want to be around you, Ione."
Maria pretends to faint and Claudia begins fanning her. He's laying it on thick. He blew up my kitchen. My bathrooms are flooding. I'm panicking!
"No one minds, Ione." Maria squeaks. "What's your name? Ione's boyfriend?"
He tips his head to the left. "Boyfriend." He tests the word on his tongue. "That would imply we have sexual relationship—" I can see the smile spreading on his face. I know what we did before I left. "Yes, we have fu-"
"Come see my office, Athanasius." I reply quickly, cutting him off. Why does he have to do that! Reaching for his hand, he clamps down on mine, as I lead him to my workspace. No windows, except to see the parking lot. No frosted glass or anything belies what's behind my closed door.
Leading him inside, I close the door behind me, and shake the flowers at him."Spill now."
"Spill what? Do not command me and do not raise your voice, the other humans are probably listening." He sits in a chair, interlacing his fingers as he crosses his legs.
Where he got the idea for this outfit is beyond me.
I am not mad at him, but damn, this is not a time to be distracted.
His black slacks hugged his ass in all the right areas, the wide, black belt has a gold buckle that matches the buckles on his leather armbands and chest piece that fits solidly over his muscled chest. His white shirt is crisp and fits well, buttoned all the way up his neck.
His black hair is slicked back, and his earrings are gold to match the buckles.
"What did you do at home? You apologized and went quiet for two hours." Walking to my desk, I open a drawer to grab a vase, placing them inside.
He watches, a smirk on his face. "Nothing interesting."
I can't stand this. "Don't you fucking lie to me, I'll be right back."
Exiting the office reveals Maria and Claudia talking in the break room. As I head towards them, they smile at me, with Claudia talking first. "These alternate work from homes days means less people in the office."
"Mhm," Maria smiles slyly. "Everyone is on the second floor in production, or on the third where C-Suite stays."
I shake my head, filling the vase with water. "HR is in the building, and I, for one, would like not to get fired."
"Who is going to tell on you?" Claudia chuckles. "Work is stressful."
"If I had a man at home?" Maria echoes. "I'd get some stress relief." She plays with her hair. "I will be calling my best eater after work."
"I need a massage and a womb rearrangement." Claudia nods. "I know exactly who to call."
"Long dick Paul." They say at the same time, cracking up.
I shake my head. "You gonna have to put Paul out to pasture or bring him in the barn one of these days, that's a horse I hear about often."
"I'll see what I can do."Claudia says, wiggling her fingers as she walks up to me. "Until then, how about you go home early?"
Maria places her finger over her lips while nodding.
"The devil, both of y'all." I smile, leaving the break room. I'm on my way back to my office, where the devil currently awaits.
Athanasius is still in the chair, same position, eyes glued to the door. "Do you want to ride and relieve stress?"
"No," I snap, setting the flowers on my desk. "I'm being serious, Athanasius, did you damage my home in some way?"
He chuckles. "I broke the television." Holding up his finger he stops my rant. "I replaced it with one that is better. I apologize."
"How?" Rubbing my forehead, I can only imagine what he did with the broken one.
"How does not matter." He rises quickly to stand behind me. "If I tell you I've been tasting you on my tongue, will you forgive me?"
"Athanasius." I nearly growl. He has my hands pinned to my desk. "Let go."
"Answer me."
"I refuse to be horny at work, get off me."
Leaning his face around my shoulder brings to my realization how large this man is.
This Primordial is. He's smirking at me, the tattoos just below his eyes move as his mouth does.
His body is pressing into mine, slowly he lets my hands go, to plant them on my waist, I forgot I was wearing a skirt.
One hand slips under, moving my thigh while his mouth moves over my neck.
I can feel my heart slowly start to beat faster.
Athanasius hums latching onto my neck, his teeth prick my skin and a subtle throb begins in my womb.
"You refuse," He whispers. His fingers move past my panties. I'm drenched, and he chuckles pushing two fingers inside of me. "What's this, rabbit?"
"Nothing." I huff. "I'll dry up as soon as you leave."
"Too bad I'm not." He forces me to bend over, tapping my hands. "Do not move them, or else, do you understand, woman?"
Do not obey.
Move. Sit down.
Do not listen to him.
Ione! Do not acknowledge him.
"Rabbit," He growls, his fingers pinch my clit and I bite down on my lower lip. "Answer me."
"Yes." I breathe out.
Traitorous body!
His fingers rub my clit, and his thumb is inside of me. "Yes, what?"
I know what he wants me to say. Nope. I refuse. Athanasius drops to his knees. He hikes my skirt around my waist, tucking it in before moving my panties to one side. He breathes against me and my body indistinctly moves back toward him. He laughs. "Yes, what?"
"My master." I shiver right as his tongue makes contact with my clit.
"And who do you belong to?" He asks before his tongue dives inside of me, each side moving against my walls.
"You," I moan. "I'm yours."
"Good rabbit."
I was coming on his mouth in 3 minutes, again on his fingers in 2. I try not to look embarrassed as we bid goodbye to everyone and walk out of the building.
He insists that no one heard a thing, and Claudia and Maria seemed none the wiser.
Back at home, it doesnt take me long to figure out that he left the broken TV on my front lawn. Ms. Taylor narrows her eyes at me while watering her grass. Her poodles are barking at us.
"Hello, Ms. Taylor," I wave at her."I hope your day was nice."
She scowls. "That is a demon!" She huffs before shutting off the water. "Can't you see that?"
I know what Athanasius looked like when we got out of the car, but as I turn to look at him on the porch, he's in his true form. Upper arms crossed over his chest, lower arms hanging by his side. He's staring at her with a smile on his face.
"Athanasius." I hiss.
"Can't you see him!" She screams again, before running inside.
He laughs, opening the door, one hand leading me in. "She'll be fine, rabbit, I'm having a bit of fun."