The elevator doors open signaling my arrival at the fourteenth floor. Sprit Inc inscribed in white on the double doors in front of me, Jane my assistant is waiting for me outside as always with a cup of milk. I take the milk, straighten my back, purse my lips, loosen my shoulders and strut through the glass doors of the office.I sashay my hips hold my head high as the heels of my high heels rattle on the smooth white ceramic floor,
'please don't fall' I begged my legs to hold me.
"how in the bloody hell, did you pick this" I whisper yelled at Jane who was following me like a lamb.
"Cassy" Gerald, my average height , grey haired, sixty two year old boss acknowledged me as he made his way towards the conference room.
"Gerald" I nodded at him.
"I hope you've bought your a game." he said,
"I'll just be a few minutes." I smiled and turned into my office.
"Jane!" my voice demanded attention, I make my way and sit on my ever so spotless desk, she's standing across from me, I place my milk beside my phone on the left corner, she quickly reaches out and puts a baby blue woven coaster between the small rectangular black Cocobolo desk and it ever so moist rival the cup. and returns to her original standing spot
I regard at her sullenly, "give me you underwear!"
"What?" Her confused expression i was expected
"Nine letters Jane. underwear, I'm wearing a thong two sizes small, its been digging up places i don't wish to mention ,a dress tighter than Michael Jackson's leather glove reaching only bellow my well shaped derriere, and these exquisite Giuseppe Zanotti's six inched black with intricate golden leafs on the the strap. damn these shoes are hot, but not meant for giving a speech at ten am to university students, just after playing basketball at eight, and tag with very hyperactive children, and just now Jane yea now." I'm rumbling and out of breath,
"the men in the lobby ravishing me with there eyes. I think the thong is stuck we need a saw to get it out. and its all your fault i asked you send me clothes to the airport to change into after i landed because mine we drenched and i didn't have time to go home!" 'take a deep breath, let the anger pass.' "now give me your damn underwear, i have a meeting to get to, a meeting i have no idea about, I'm sure your wearing comfy female boxers."
"i cant.....why don't you go with out." she says he voice shaking.
"this dress is shorter than an Oompa Loompa, and tighter than a straight man going to jail.what if it rips or I fall, give me you underwear now."
"the germs"
"your the cleanest person i know, sometimes you throw your panties away just after using them for an hour." i gape
"no! your germs?" her fear was not at what id do to her but of the thought of bacteria.
"listen i wouldn't ask if i had a choice, please" if i looked in a mirror I'm sure my eyes would be pouring emotions right now, that's what she must have seen, me out of strength and genuinely asking a rare sight. like a tiger chased by a mouse, either that or she really needed her job because a minute later she handed me her bright white boxers and stormed out.
i composed myself and walked out my office a bit more comfy and headed down a hall to the conference room, a statuesque frame stood before me his back to me, standing in front of the clear glass double doors Gerald talking to him . he was around six four, a golden brown untamed mane sat comfortably on the top of his head I wanted so bad to tame it.
the navy blue suit he wore left nothing to the imagination, it curved his broad big shoulder like Michael Angelo, painted the frame of his straight,taunt back, his ass......
' holy! grab you're mouth before it hits the ground.' the infuriating voice in my head slaps me
"what?" I ask a bit to loudly
' ...ets I was gonna say assets,' I reassure my mind
' yea you were.' that maddening voice answers
"ah! Cassie your here," Gerald gestures the brick shithouse into the conference room. " lets go?" and they walk in together, never turning to let me glance at his face.
———————————————-
true story , just after i just typed this chapter my sis run up to me shows me the ad above,
and i think its appropriate for this chapter because Cassie goes through hell in those shoes but still struts like hell. ;).
remember to click that star below, it only takes a second.
ASANTENI.
YOU ARE READING
THE HARTS FLAWS
Romance".....exposing my skin to the warmth exuding from Eran. son of a bee hive!, he moves closer breathing heavy against my cheek, his hands unbuttoning the well tailored coat suit he wore......" Cassie hart isn't in love with the idea of love, she tur...
