Going Up!

Chapter Two

Gathering my wits about me, I straightened my skirt and attempted to fix my now smeared makeup in the mirror in front of me. "There is a bathroom to the right of the elevator bank when you exit, maybe freshen up in there before heading to take your badge photo." He nodded at the red lipstick smeared along my mouth.

"Thanks." I answered dryly. Just what I needed, another asshole in my life. What the hell was I thinking? And of course he is my fucking boss. I should just quit now. I reach out and hit the button for the lobby.

"What do you think you're doing?" He turned staring at me.

"I'm leaving. This is one hundred percent not how I'm starting my first internship as a business professional. I cannot believe I did this. I'm such a fucking idiot." I was raging internally at my stupidity.

"The hell you are! I went through over four hundred applicants before picking you. You literally blew everyone else out of the water across the board." He meant it too, I could see it in his eyes.

"Then why in the hell would you do this to me?!" I was seething with anger now.

DING. 22nd Floor. The electronic voice permeated the air.

I didn't move, still standing there staring at him, as the doors slid shut. The elevator started moving upwards again, him and me both still staring as I awaited his answer.

"When the elevator stops exit behind me, follow me to my office, look at no one, and speak to no one." He grated, through his clenched jaw. I bent down and picked up my purse off the elevator floor, scooping the lip gloss that had fallen out back into its pocket.

Ding. 25th Floor. The electronic voice again the mediator in the silence.

The doors slid open and I followed closely behind him, head down.

"Good morning Cathy. Cancel my nine o'clock. I have my new trainee with me and call down to Twenty-two and let them know she will be down for her badge later than planned. We got caught up in conversation in the elevator." He said, as we passed his receptionist.

"Yes sir, I'll let them know." She answered, with a smile as she picked up the phone to dial them. We entered through the large, black double doors at the end of the long hallway.

"Sit." He commanded, as he motioned to the red leather chair in front of his black marble top desk. I sat.

What the fuck?

"So, now do you plan to tell me why you decided to fuck me in the elevator?" I hissed at him.

"To be blunt Rey, I couldn't help myself. You see, you were standing there with fuck me eyes in a see through shirt. You were a willing participant. You could have said no at any point and I would have stopped. Did you want me to stop?" He asked, as he slowly sat in the chair behind his desk.

I sucked in a breath, no I didn't want him to stop but that was before I knew he was my FUCKING BOSS. "Did you know I was your employee?" I asked my voice low.

"Yes." His answer was soft as his eyes met mine.

"Do you not see the issue here? Do you make a habit of fucking your employees is that your thing?" The anger was present in my voice again.

This apparently was the wrong thing to say. He slammed his fists into the marble top of his desk. "Fuck no." The hurt and anger was evident in his face.

"Ben, I'm sorry." The sarcasm dripping from my tone, as I continued, "Mr. Solo, I can't continue my employment, ahem, under you. I would very much appreciate a recommendation to another management firm." I met his eyes.