Rejected

Jennilain owns a small public relations firm trying to become one of my companies PR firm. “As a result of our massive screw up by not accepting their generous terms,” Jennilain continued from the plush leather office chair at the head of the boardroom table. ” Malone Industries choose another PR firm.” A unified sigh of disappointment escaped every employee. I had asked her to join me for drinks and dinner on two occasions and she rejected me both times. I stood in the door of her office looking at her. Her nasty attitude towards me made me angry on a whole other level that I refused to admit to. I took in her big brown eyes…so pretty. They are wide and innocent looking, fringed with thick lashes. She is tall like me, in heels she is about 5′ 10″. She has gorgeous curves packed in that 5 foot frame. Her pretty face is screwed into a mask of anger. Her kissable full mouth pouting petulantly. I guess those fantasies about kissing said mouth while running my hands through that thick shoulder length black hair will remain just that – fantasies. I start with trying to intimidate her. I thought it would be easy given the rejection of her firm but it isn’t working. It is time to up the ante.

” Look Jennilain, your firm is great and I know how bad you wanted this contract. So you can get a chance at another contract if you accept drinks and dinner with me.” I finished my speech by planting my hands on my hips and waited for her response. Jennilain stepped back in shock. Well, she stepped back as far as she can. Her old office we were standing in is small and filled with books, boxes, a sizable desk, and three computers. There is no more space. ” Are you threatening me, John?” She hoped not. She hoped I was just trying to scare her like I did by getting all up in her face. Maybe she had gone too far. She watches me, searching for some clue. She knew she had been pretty nasty the last two weeks but figured she could get away with it. John, as she had started to call me when we were alone, was always nice to her. She didn’t realize I can be nasty too until it is too late.

” It is not a threat Jennilain. It’s the truth. You have to learn to accept my decision now or there will be major consequence.” I turn to walk toward the shelf where the latest printouts were. Everyone else had left for the evening but I wanted to take a final look at the preliminary presentation before leaving for the weekend. I had planned to go over them with Jennilain the way I always did with possible business associates. But she is being difficult as usual. Accept his decision? She thought to herself. Has he lost his mind? Her temper flares again. ” Who the hell do you think you are John Malone? You are not the boss of me and I don’t have to accept anything from you, you bastar-.” She didn’t finish the word bastard because at the sound of it I swung around took two steps back in front of her grabbing her upper arms. I jerked her close and said through gritted teeth, ” Stop calling me that. That’s all I’ve heard from you for a week. I haven’t done shit too you, you spoiled bitch.”

At first she is surprised and scared. I had never behaved like this even when she was at her worst. She jerks out of my grasp and drew her hand back. CRACK. The sound her hand made against my cheek is loud and ringing. We stood there frozen for a moment staring at each other in shock. She didn’t know she was going to hit me until she’d done it. It just made her so angry, me calling her bitch and if she is completely honest it hurt. I called her spoiled too. Did he really think she had no reason to be upset? She had started to think of me as special, not just her possible coworker. Then this happens and everything got so ugly.

An ugly red mark is starting to well up on my face. I can’t believe she struck me. I knew she was angry, maybe even hurt about getting passed over for the contract but…damn. She must not care about me at all. I stared at her getting angrier by the second. I had been lusting after her delectable body for a week now. But it is more than that. I liked her. I thought we could still get together, after this work stuff blew over. But she called me bastard. I put a hand to my stinging cheek, knowing my passions are getting confused but not caring. Well, if she insisted I’m a bastard, I’d show her one. Jennilain, had been quietly watching me the entire time, knowing when my mood changed. She sees the expression in my eyes switch from shock to anger and then to something darker. Something she isn’t sure she wanted to name. It is time to get out of here. Since the company is empty now, being well after 8 pm, we left the office door open. She makes a dash for it. She can make it. It is no more than four or five steps to the door from where she stood against the desk.

Unfortunately it is hard to move nimbly in the black pencil skirt and heels she wore. Before she made it past the computer desk I caught her arm flinging her back against the desk. I walked over to the door and slamming it closed. Then I advanced on her. Jennilaine is trapped and she knows it. Is it too late to appeal to my sense of friendship? Would I listen? Or would I make her pay for being so mean and rejecting me these last two weeks?
I stop when I towered over her.