The Alpha's Vixen

Concerns about coffee

"Jasmine, coffee for Mr Michaels... ASAP!" This was the sound of the office "bully". Of course, I had another name for her, but I refused to be so profane so early in the morning. Besides, I had gotten used to Mrs Connors making me do her job. As if I did not already have enough on my plate.

"On it! Give me ten minutes!" I yelled as I took my fingers off of my keyboard and began to leave my hard, uncomfortable office chair.

"You've got five. His meeting begins at eight, he said he'd like his coffee before his meeting!" She yelled as I began running with my black heels clicking loudly against the floor.

I seriously did not get paid enough. Honestly, I sometimes wished I could just rip that blonde hair off of her head.

Nice thoughts, nice thoughts, I cooed to myself.

My heels continued their violent clicking and clacking on the pavement towards the coffee shop which was about a two minute walk from the office. I estimated a further two minute wait at the coffee shop which meant I had to shrink my travelling time to about half a minute- hence the violent clicking.

"Regular order for Mr Michaels!" I yelled breathlessly from the door to the quaint, bright coffee shop which was filled with the pleasant aroma of fresh coffee and sweet, freshly baked goods.

The poor soul working at the counter, Kevin, nodded, making his sandy hair fall into his face and overshadow his bright, green eyes, and left everything he was busy with (including the lovely couple in the process of ordering) and began working on my boss's coffee. Freshly ground, black coffee, one brown sugar, no milk, no cream, but a touch of cinnamon for a good, strong aroma. Yes, I knew his order off by heart by now.

"It's ready!" Kevin yelled. I ran, gave Kevin the money and then bolted out of the shop. Poor Kevin knew my exact situation, that and my boss was a regular customer of his with a "no nonsense" attitude and a wallet full of tips which helped Kevin pay for his college fees.

I then checked my watch and realised I had exactly one minute to get there.

"Excuse me! Hold the door!" I yelled as I ran to the elevator. Thank goodness my best friend London was in the elevator and so she held a beautifully heeled foot out and moved aside for me to come in.

"Coffee run?" She asked as she gave me a hug.

"Yeah!" I said in a deep pant.

She smirked and began to put lipstick on her perfect lips. London had to be one of the most attractive women in the office. Her legs were stunning and toned, her hair, thick and black and flowed to her hips. She was basically the equivalent of a walking drool-inducer. Unfortunately for most of the droolers who drooled over her, she was taken.

"How's Amber?" I asked as I nervously watched the digital numbers change above the digital keypad. The elevator was seriously teasing me at this point.

"She's good, tonight is date night so she's been secretive the whole day." She said.

London and Amber had been dating for over a year now, and I was sure I had listened to enough "girl talk" from London that I could, in detail, describe their entire sex life.

Just as I was about to say something to London, the elevator door opened on floor twenty-five.

"Oh well, that's my stop, talk later?" I asked. She nodded and then I exited the elevator to go to Mrs Connor's office. She always asked me to get the coffee and then she would take it to the boss herself to make it seem as though she were doing her job of actually being his personal assistant. However, when I got there, she was not in her office. Instead, a note was placed on her table, addressed to me.