IRRESISTIBLE

4

God! This is the second time today! Why does this keep happening? I feel so STUPID! Trisha cursed herself with all her heart as she straightened out her hair and clothes.

The racket had distracted the zombies momentarily. She was aware of their cold eyes boring into her like AK-47 bullets. With a straight face, she sped to Siddharth's cabin and stopped outside his door.

The door to his dingy cabin was wide open. It was an uninviting place, tightly packed with a large table and an ergonomic chair. He wasn't at his desk. Instead, he was hunched up on one of the visitor's chairs right in front of the file cabinet that stood in the doorway, almost blocking the entrance. He was rummaging through some files that he'd just pulled out.

Trisha fidgeted at the door, wondering whether to just walk in or wait for his permission. She would have considered the first option if he weren't obstructing the way.

Sensing movement, he looked up from his files and spotted Trisha at the door. "What?" he spat in an irritated tone.

"Shall I... come in?" she asked uncomfortably.

"Well, that's what I told you a while ago," he snapped and turned back to his files.

His rude comeback jarred her, instantly bringing tears to her eyes. She wasn't used to getting blasted at. And it was one of the things she dreaded in a job: Asshole bosses. It was a nightmare she wished would never come true. Alas!

"Right," she mumbled and quickly cleared her throat to shake off the boiling need to cry.

Quietly, she slithered in, careful not to touch anything. Her legs felt like jelly and her skin as though it'd drop to the floor. Before she knew it, her legs buckled and she flopped face down to his crotch.

"What the f---!!!!!" He shot to his feet.

She struggled to scramble to her feet, accidentally clawing and clutching onto all of his restricted sections.

"Dammit! Get off me!" he barked and pulled her off.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It was an accident! I swear to God!" She gasped for air and fought to get off her knees.

"Sit!" He commanded.

"Please trust me!" Her face was red and sweaty.

"I said sit down!"

She plopped onto the empty chair, making it scream like a banshee. The sudden noise startled her, making her jump up once again.

"Stay down!" he yapped.

She plopped onto the chair once again.

What the hell just happened, thought Siddharth while catching his breath.

Trisha held onto the chair, trembling. She couldn't fathom what she just did.

When Siddharth turned around, he noticed his team mates ogling into their room. "What!!? What are you staring at!!!?" he roared. "Get back to work!" Saying this, he slammed the door shut.

His face shone redder than a beet when he bustled back to his table and noisily plopped onto his chair. He rolled to his table and blindly scrolled through his mails. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted Trisha stealing a timid glance at him.

Faint sniggers floated in and he gloated at the door. In a split second, he sprang to his feet, tore open the door and caught the culprit red-handed. "NEIL!"

Neil, the cute little guy with a boyish face and grassy hair crouched in his seat with a tiny, little squeak.

"What's happening with the payroll information?" he yapped.