Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 13: Bend over.

{Warning: Kink}
{a week later}
{Shane's Pov}

I got up out of my bed at seven a.m. Joey had been out for a week, taking some vacation time for himself I suppose.

Not that I'm frustrated or anything that he totally just abandoned me this week and left me to complete and utter boredom to entertain myself.

But he'd be back today. I looked in the body mirror that hung on my bedroom door.

I was in a nice suit, with a blue tie. My hair was neatly combed into a fringe that leaned left, and my shoes were polished. It was such a big deal going into work today, because in all honesty I wanted to catch his attention. I wanted to stop having to be so desperate all the time and immediately come to his call. In other words, I wanted to play hard to get- but just enough to make him a bit flustered. Then I'd more than likely just give in again, as I always do.

And truly, what I'm expected to do.

I get into my car, which is a red Malibu. I enjoy it, for the most part, besides the fact that I had to buy a new car radio that doesn't exactly match the interior after just a week after buying it because I stupidly left my window open. Oh well.

When I arrive there and park my car, I stand in the parking lot. That's when it really hits me how big this building is. Could be more than thirty stories high. It makes me wonder how someone can contain so much success to their self.

I walk into the building, my knuckles white grasping around the leather handle of my brief case. I walk up to the office lady, this one named Brenda, and she hands me a stack of papers.

Brenda: Someone suggested to Mr.Graceffa that you could handle a stack of his paper work. His own signature will need to be signed at the end of the agreement, so you'll have to go down to see him before you leave here at five. Though he'll probably be in his office past then, if you have to work late, so be it.

What kind of punishment is this? I'm just supposed to be a computer worker who runs programs for the company and I'm getting this pushed into my lap?

I groan in defeat and look over the papers as I walk towards the elevator.

Where I run into Mr.Graceffa himself, dropping all my papers onto the floor.

Shane: Goddammit.

I mumble and get down to collect all the papers scattered on the floor, not glancing up at Joey as he kneels beside me and puts his hand on the dimples at the bottom of my spine, right above my bottom.

Joey: I'm sorry Mr. Yaw, that was very unprofessional of me.

I roll my eyes and collect the papers into a pile as we both stand up.

Shane: Yeah? Not the first time.

I snap and realize the tone of my voice, that I regret yet don't take back immediately.

Joey: I'm sorry, what was that Mr. Yaw?

I felt as if everyone was watching me as my knees shook below me and Joeys dark eyes glared into my own.

Shane: Um, just-

The elevator door opened and I walked quickly into it, pressing the "close door" button over and over until it shut, with one last look from Mr.Graceffa.

I exhale and slide my back down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor, waiting for it to get on the tenth floor.

I stand again, and walk quickly to my office.

I sit at my desk, looking over and writing down notes of the paper on another sheet, paper after paper, and staring occasionally out the window. The tower seemed to really overlook the busy city.