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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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As the next couple days past, James had been absent due to the renowned conference they held for business owners, whisking him away to God-knows-where. It had been subtle and less tense around the office, leaving me behind with the charismatic, funny fellow, Ben.
He had diverted my attention towards him at all times, cracking jokes and forcing me to do stupid shit for him. He made me run down to the little, dainty coffee shop off the corner and buy him twenty donuts just because I was his 'assistant'. Now, Ben had an actual assistant but he wouldn't bother him with such tasks, leaving me to do all this nonsense.
Of course I did it, knowing he would be greatly satisfied when I arrived back. It made him smile and cackle with laughter, and to be frank, it amused me.
One day we sat there, doing completely, utterly nothing. So, to engage us in our usual office activities, as Ben would put it, he grabbed an ink cartridge and tugged me with him to his printer. With this mischievous glint in his eye, he informed, "Today, I am going to teach you how to change an ink cartridge with only my pinky and my thumb."
I giggled, leaning over and actively watching as he failed miserably. In fact, he became so frustrated that he ripped the poor ink out, splattering it on a brand new red skirt I had just purchased a little bit ago.
My mouth was left ajar as Ben gazed at me with true horror, mouth wider than the Mariana Trench.
"You did not just do that," I took a breath between every word.
He grimaced and hid the broken ink cartridge behind his back, emerging this toothy timid smile on his face with a slight tip of the head. He had looked similar to a child that just broke the kitchen window with his baseball, guilty and unsettled, pleading in his eyes to not literally murder him.
"I promise," He started, moving his feet over to his garbage and keeping his front side facing me, dropping the spilling ink into the can, "I will buy you an even better skirt!" And with that he bolted out of the office, me hot on his heels.
However, Ben had affirmed his commitment the very next day, having this cheeky grin placed on his lips as I walked through his office doors. He didn't even hand me the skirt, instead deliberately chucking the damn thing at my face. Slowly, it peeled off of my face and floated to the floor, echoing a slight dropping sound throughout the empty office.
My facial expression had to be discerned as disbelief, having my eyebrows creased in perplexion and my mouth unlatched. Ben found this to be the most hilarious thing in the world, because he doubled over with a bark, cackling like a hyena.
"First, you ruin my skirt with ink. Then, you repay me by throwing it in my face?" I forged a sense of constrain, having this disappointed tone in my voice, "You, my friend, are an asshole."
Ben brought his lips to a pout, mocking me, "Aw is my little Amelia sad."
This brought a grave wave of playfulness over me, provoking me to charge towards him and tackle him against his sofa. He hit against it with a grunt, commenting how I was a psycho bitch before grabbing his blue pillows and pushing them against my face.
