Savage

Chapter 9: Good Girl

Roman

The elevator doors opened and she stood in front of me. Her eyes were animated. I saw her shock and excitement glisten in them before she calmed herself. I was missed, I see. She peered up at me, poised and ready to take me on. Until I stepped closer to her, and her shield faltered. Her eyes widened with the realisation. I was pleased with myself because she recognised her scent on me.

"Fuck."

I saw the words form on her lips before she could catch herself, and her face stained with red. I couldn't help but smile. I felt my brow arch, reprimanding her for her choice of words. I had her right where I wanted her. My associates were not pleased with her outburst, but I couldn't care less. I felt their chagrin behind me. They believed in workplace etiquette and looked down on anyone that swayed beyond the rules. This department was creative and more lax than they anticipated. I will take care of it. My eyes never left her. I watched her squirm and wipe her palms on her little green skirt to calm herself. She was embarrassed. Then she cleared her throat as she tried to gather her wits about her. She melted before me and caught herself at the same time. I was impressed. She was beautiful. At this point, I was able to take in her appearance, her breasts teased me from the top of her pink blouse and that snug little green skirt, seemed like it would not cause a problem if I had the chance to bend her over and peel it back from her skin to feel her. I snapped myself out of my thoughts.

"Miss Beauchamp, Miss Sauvignon," I greeted.

Then stepped past them to the back of the elevator. I made every effort not to touch her. Not yet, that is. It was already a tight fit with all of us in the space. My nostrils flared as I took in her scent. She was intoxicating, especially with the heat coming from her. I wanted desperately to have her to myself, but I had to focus. She was a distraction that I couldn't afford to lose. The tension between us permeated the air and became unbearable. I glanced over at the elevator cab controls and entered our destination on the pad.

"The meeting will be held on the 20th floor instead, Miss Beauchamp," I paused to look down at Sage's ass before I stated.

"Miss Sauvignon I would like a word with you after."

I fixed my sight to the closing elevator doors and waited.

"Yes, Mr. Heinrich," she replied.

Good girl.

*******

Sage

"You're fired."

I was at a loss for words. Did he just? Am I? What's happening? I stared at my reflection in the glass windows. I was too stunned to move. To think. To hold onto anything. The thumping of my heart accelerated and my breath caught in between each beat. I felt my body run hot. I could see the red tinge in the reflection in front of me on my cheeks and forehead. A lump formed painfully in my throat, and tears threatened to spill. This was surely unexpected. I tried taking deep breaths, but they were shaky, giving my disposition away. I closed my eyes this time and inhaled deeper. I placed my hand over my chest to steady myself. I had to find my balance and not let him see me like this. I could still feel him behind me. He had already stepped away, but the proximity was too close. I inhaled him, me on him. I almost lost it again but kept chanting that I didn't want him to see me break. Not here. Not now. My vision blurred for a moment.

Can this be happening? I blinked a few times, but the blood was rushing loudly in my ears. My head was swimming was questions that I couldn't answer. My heart was racing and I felt the dampness seep between my fingers. Somehow, my breath began to regulate.

Yes, this was happening. My eyes shifted, and I watched him watching me before he sat down and resubmerged himself into the paperwork on his desk. I needed to get out of here. To get out of this room. To get out of his grasp, but my feet stood still–frozen in place by the reality of what had transpired. My body was still in shock.

"That will be all, Miss Sauvignon," he stated absentmindedly from his paperwork.

I wanted to kill him. I began to shiver with every breath I took. He didn't even care. I took one shaky step forward and almost lost my balance. I took another step until the movement felt familiar to my brain. I was breathing and my organs were functioning as far as I could tell. My pace started to quicken, and before I knew it my legs were guiding me straight towards the door. I held the doorknob but my grip was loose. My hand slipped off the knob. I tried again and the same thing happened. I wiped my palms against the fabric of my skirt and held the knob tight that's when it spun into my hand and released the door from its lock. I was free. I held my head forward and kept walking until I passed the cubicles and the familiar glass door. I kept on walking until I was in another elevator. I followed my feet or my feet were following me, until I was out of the building and in my car. I gripped the steering wheel for dear life. That's when reality came crashing down, and I began to hit the steering wheel over and over again until my palms were sore and red. I felt them stinging and I screamed out, feeling my lungs burn but I didn't stop. I whaled and tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care because I was alone and no one could hear me.

I calmed myself after my outburst and started the car engine. I pulled out into midday traffic and headed home to cry some more.