Without You

Bad Day

Hello, readers! Before you begin to read my Backstreet Boys fanfiction, I hope you are all aware that this is purely fiction. I adore each and every one of these men. And I have rated this fic Mature for sexual situations, along with assault and language. Now that is out of the way, enjoy ;)

*Chapter One*

Kimberly Kenderson could feel small beads of liquid forming around her forehead as she taped yet another heavy box shut. She could feel her arms ache as she lifted it from the floor and onto the creakily old worn belt. She wiped the sweat away with the back of her hand and glanced up at the white oval clock, which seemed like the eighth time. She sighed loudly as it looked as though the hand had not moved an inch since her last glance. Would the shift never end? The day dragged out with each hour feeling like a decade. She had never detested a job so passionately in all her working life. She took a deep breath and stretched her arms before grabbing the next box that was on the concrete floor; she had about six left.

She felt her body jolt as she heard a loud shout and within a moment she recognized the angry gruff voice. She shook her head when she realized it was her supervisor, Greg Monstron.

When she first applied, he was nice and welcoming. It wasn't her ideal occupation that was for sure, but she needed a job, any job. At first things were going well; the money was decent and Greg was always nice to her...sometimes a bit too nice for her comfort. It wasn't until her third week of working at Packaging & Delivering when he began to make her feel uneasy. The flirting was getting to be too much. She held her tongue though; a little flirting never hurt anyone and who knows, maybe he wasn't even flirting. Maybe he was just being over nice. Although there was a fine line between being nice and being sexually harassed. She recalled how he would walk behind her to inspect her work, or at least that is what he told her he was doing. He would gently touch her shoulder. No big deal, but it was when his hand began to travel down her back and to her sides when she had an issue. She immediately called him out on it and that was when things turned sour.

"I'm sorry," he sighed as he looked up into her green eyes and a smirk slowly appeared across his thin lips. "You distract me....you're very beautiful. I'm sure you get that a lot."

She looked up at the man who had at least fifteen years on her. She could feel herself grow uncomfortable as he looked at her as if he wanted to ravish her. She knew that look...her former supervisor had the same gaze in his eyes when he first discovered her interest in him. Now it was happening all over again, only this time she would not allow it to proceed. Despite her feeling alone and depressed; she would not think twice about it. She wasn't even remotely interested.

"Greg, thank you....you flatter me."

He grinned as if that was some sort of invitation and moved himself against her. The back of his hand caressed her face, causing her to flinch, "Let me flatter you...let me do a lot of things to you."

She looked up at him appalled and her anxiety began to flare up as he just slyly smiled down at her. She just started this job, she couldn't quit so soon. Maybe this was why he was so nice to her in the interview...because he was attracted to her. She swallowed hard as she looked into his aging face. Smile lines creased around his hazel eyes.

"Greg, you're making me feel uncomfortable...please stop." She slowly pulled herself away from his large body and put feet in front of them, "I would really appreciate it if you would just let me get back to work."

Yet another smile grew across his mouth, "How about this," he said in his deep voice as he became closer. "I'll let you get back to work, if you have dinner with me."