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Authors: Nathan Stratton
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was an enigma, that was for sure. And I couldn’t wait to figure him out.
I opened the door and stepped back out into the lobby, clutching my torn clothing under my arm. Katarina was back at her post, standing behind the receptionist’s desk. She looked up at me as I walked out, and gave me a look I couldn’t interpret. Again, I got the distinct sense that she was judging me, that she was dying to pass some insulting comment. But she didn’t scare me. I met her eyes and walked towards her with all the confidence I could muster, not backing away from her gaze.
As I approached her desk, her eyes fell to the clothes under my arm. I caught the faintest hint of a reaction on her face, but she masked it just as quickly. When she looked back up at me, she was perfectly composed.
“May I help you with anything else?” she asked, her prim-and-proper façade firmly back in place. She paused after speaking, cocking her head at me and narrowing her eyes so slightly as to be nearly imperceptible. Her eyes flitted up to my tousled hair and down to my face again. “…Or did Mr. Stevens already take care of you?”
Suddenly, it all fell into place. Something clicked in my mind: she’s jealous , I realized. That’s why she’s acting like this. It all made perfect sense now – I was the new girl, after all, and who knows whether Katarina and Mr. Stevens had any sort of history between them. All of a sudden, I felt a strange, haughty pride in my disheveled appearance, my messed-up hair and smudged makeup. I knew she understood exactly what had transpired between Mr. Stevens and me, and there was absolutely no mistaking that jealous gleam in her eye.
The signs couldn’t be clearer: Katarina’s thinly-veiled disdain was just an attempt to intimidate me. And I was not about to let that happen.
I smirked at her, letting the sting of her words glance off me harmlessly. “He certainly did,” I responded, a big, friendly smile on my face. “Would you like to hear the details?”
I had to stifle a laugh when I saw her recoil at my question. She was totally thrown-off, and I had the pleasure of watching her scramble for an appropriate rebuttal. “…I don’t inquire into Mr. Stevens’ personal affairs,” she said finally.
“Excellent,” I replied. “Then have a nice day.” And with that, I turned on my heels and walked away from her, not waiting for a response.
As I sauntered towards the elevator, I was inwardly cheering myself on while trying to maintain my outward composure. I rocked that, I thought to myself. I’d completely turned the tables on her, and I’d definitely shown her who was the boss. I felt like the shy, dorky girl in high school who’d just put the head cheerleader in her place.
I walked into the elevator, my body buzzing with adrenaline. As the elevator doors closed, I allowed myself the slightest glance in her direction; she was still staring after me, a look on her face like she didn’t know what to do.
As soon as the doors closed, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a rush. “You go, girl,” I said out loud. Suddenly, I was exhausted -- not just from the interaction with Katarina, but from the manhandling I’d been given by Mr. Stevens just before. It was time to go home, I decided, and have a well-deserved nap.
***
But for that whole evening and into the night, sleep was difficult to come by. My mind was a swirling mess, and I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the day over and over in my head. I tossed and turned that night, thinking about my encounter in Mr. Stevens’ office. No one had ever treated me like that before. I thought about when he slapped my ass and asked me if it hurt. “Yes,” I’d said. “Good,” he’d replied. His words still rang in my ears, hours after the fact. That delicious mix of pleasure and pain… I couldn’t get enough of it, even if the severity of his demeanor did scare me a
I opened the door and stepped back out into the lobby, clutching my torn clothing under my arm. Katarina was back at her post, standing behind the receptionist’s desk. She looked up at me as I walked out, and gave me a look I couldn’t interpret. Again, I got the distinct sense that she was judging me, that she was dying to pass some insulting comment. But she didn’t scare me. I met her eyes and walked towards her with all the confidence I could muster, not backing away from her gaze.
As I approached her desk, her eyes fell to the clothes under my arm. I caught the faintest hint of a reaction on her face, but she masked it just as quickly. When she looked back up at me, she was perfectly composed.
“May I help you with anything else?” she asked, her prim-and-proper façade firmly back in place. She paused after speaking, cocking her head at me and narrowing her eyes so slightly as to be nearly imperceptible. Her eyes flitted up to my tousled hair and down to my face again. “…Or did Mr. Stevens already take care of you?”
Suddenly, it all fell into place. Something clicked in my mind: she’s jealous , I realized. That’s why she’s acting like this. It all made perfect sense now – I was the new girl, after all, and who knows whether Katarina and Mr. Stevens had any sort of history between them. All of a sudden, I felt a strange, haughty pride in my disheveled appearance, my messed-up hair and smudged makeup. I knew she understood exactly what had transpired between Mr. Stevens and me, and there was absolutely no mistaking that jealous gleam in her eye.
The signs couldn’t be clearer: Katarina’s thinly-veiled disdain was just an attempt to intimidate me. And I was not about to let that happen.
I smirked at her, letting the sting of her words glance off me harmlessly. “He certainly did,” I responded, a big, friendly smile on my face. “Would you like to hear the details?”
I had to stifle a laugh when I saw her recoil at my question. She was totally thrown-off, and I had the pleasure of watching her scramble for an appropriate rebuttal. “…I don’t inquire into Mr. Stevens’ personal affairs,” she said finally.
“Excellent,” I replied. “Then have a nice day.” And with that, I turned on my heels and walked away from her, not waiting for a response.
As I sauntered towards the elevator, I was inwardly cheering myself on while trying to maintain my outward composure. I rocked that, I thought to myself. I’d completely turned the tables on her, and I’d definitely shown her who was the boss. I felt like the shy, dorky girl in high school who’d just put the head cheerleader in her place.
I walked into the elevator, my body buzzing with adrenaline. As the elevator doors closed, I allowed myself the slightest glance in her direction; she was still staring after me, a look on her face like she didn’t know what to do.
As soon as the doors closed, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a rush. “You go, girl,” I said out loud. Suddenly, I was exhausted -- not just from the interaction with Katarina, but from the manhandling I’d been given by Mr. Stevens just before. It was time to go home, I decided, and have a well-deserved nap.
***
But for that whole evening and into the night, sleep was difficult to come by. My mind was a swirling mess, and I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the day over and over in my head. I tossed and turned that night, thinking about my encounter in Mr. Stevens’ office. No one had ever treated me like that before. I thought about when he slapped my ass and asked me if it hurt. “Yes,” I’d said. “Good,” he’d replied. His words still rang in my ears, hours after the fact. That delicious mix of pleasure and pain… I couldn’t get enough of it, even if the severity of his demeanor did scare me a
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