Jokers girl

Work

I sit at my desk. Still traumatized from what happened. I look at my keyboard and type emails that need typing, sort letters that need sorting, call people that need calling. I see Gary stroll around the office. He has a bruise in his face. The other workers who clearly all have a huge love for him ask In their sweet voices "what happened to your sweet face, Mr Rolfe?" I roll my eyes. He looks them in the eye. 

"What? This old thing? Well," he looks over at me but it doesn't look suspicious because I sit under a clock. "I was sorting out my files, when Miss Rochelle Beethay came in late. And we'll, she scared me and I dropped the files on my face. Clumsy me!" The girls gather round as tis gives them an excuse to gaze into his eyes. Another worker says "ooh, that mean Rochelle, she is always late! Can't you just fire her? And am I the only one who has noticed she has eyes for you Gary?" She looks around at the other women and they all nod their head in agreement and there's a murmur of agreement. One lady shouts "yeah, she doesn't deserve you, fire her!" I can't quite see who though. I think that they have all forgotten I work in the same block as them. Denise walks over to the crowd, dressed as usual; short skirt showing her long, stick thin legs. A see-through jacket that shows off her Victoria secret bra with a cropped jacket. None of which follow the required uniform. She has heavy lipstick and mascara on that shows off her puffed up lips. She struts in waving her hips around in her suade high heels. She goes to Gary and puts her arms around him and starts kissing his neck. Gary turns around and holds her hips with his groin pushed against hers. His hands are on her hips like his were on mine. He pushes her away and then says. "Denise, my office, now!" The other girls know they're gonna make out so they slump back I to their chairs. They all aren't aware of his wife and children with another woman. 

They walk in and it is noon when they enter, so the sun is just right to see into the office, the sillohettes of them any way. His office has a large window looking over Gotham. They both entered the room and stop. He pulls her close and undoes her shirt slowly. She then quickly pull down. His trousers and they lean against the meant-to-be-private-window and make out. I can't stop watching, but she comes out an hour later, with her make-up gone and he comes out with ruffled hair. 

It's not like I saw anything, but Denise caught me staring. "You jealous, Rochella?" She says 

"My name is Rochelle." I say sternly. 

"Don't worry, Rochelle, next time we'll split, you get half hour, I get the other? Or would you rather the whole hour? I can do Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, you do Monday and Tuesdays?" She clicks the power button on my computer and walks away laughing. 

I have no desire for Gary at all. Everyone thinks I do, but I don't. Every inch of my body loathe him.