Oh Crap

Peach Salinger

“Please, have a seat, Miss Salinger.” The president says and the amount of nonchalance in his voice scares me.

I force my legs to move towards a chair and I take a seat. He signals the CFO to leave the room. As soon as she’s gone, silence fills the office. I sit still on the chair across him like a porcelain doll. I almost forget to breathe.

“I got your proposal, Miss Salinger.” his face is down, staring at a document in front of him. “I’m impressed.”

I don’t know which of the two made my heart flip in my chest. The fact that the president of Acker Investments just recognized my work or the fact that this man may or may not be the hot stranger that drilled my hole all night.

He might have a lost twin brother? Plus, he’s barely showing any signs that we’ve met before. Maybe he’s a different person? All along while pondering what could be happening, my eyes has never left his face.

“Is there something on my face, Miss Salinger?” The president asks, still not looking up from the papers.

“Oh…no sir, nothing.” My eyes glance down at my sweaty palms.

The temperature in the room is set to be below eighteen degrees Celsius, but I still sweated all over my pinkish skin.

“Then stop staring at me.” he glances up at me for a second before continuing his reading. But I don’t stop looking at him. He notices and puts down his pen to stare at my curious face. “What is it?”

What is it? Is that a rhetorical question?

“Sir, I…have we met before?”

I feel a jolt shoot through me. I’m ninety percent certain that this man in front of me is the same man I slept with but I save the remaining ten percent for insurance. Maybe this person is not “Rhys a.k.a Rhxxy02” from last night who was so great in bed.

“What kind of answer do you want, Peaches?”

My eyes widen in shock as my hands fly to my mouth. No. Fucking. Way. Sounds like that remaining ten percent will have to switch sides and join the rest.

He continues to watch me, like he’s getting joy from my discomfort. He gets up from the chair, placing his hand on the chair’s armrest and caging me before he speaks again.

“I’m Rhys Van Acker. The same person you sent all night with, Miss Salinger.”

My insides tighten. I look up at the man above me through my lashes. “But you told me you’re an office worker.”

He steps back. “Well, isn’t this an office?”

My face pales. He’s right. This is an office, I’m the one that chose to belive what I wanted to. Now I’m in this position. I’m definitely going to get fired.

“You lied, about yourself. About everything. You’re a college student.” his tone is low as he walks back to his chair. The smile on is face is gone, replaced by a displeased frown.

“I graduate college in…a few months.” I manage to counter but it only seems to make things worse.

He sighs. “Well, what’s happened has happened. We are in a professional environment now and we don’t have to make things weird. I hope we can get along, Little Miss.”

“Uh..yes, sir.”

“Good.” his smile is back. “I’ll let you know when I’ve decided on what to do with your proposal. You can leave now.”

Within a few seconds, I’m already on my feet, waltzing out of the office. I finally let out a breath I did not know I’ve been holding. My legs are still shaky when I finally get to the hall. The interns are being shown around by Mrs Barnes. I quickly slip into the crowd.

I’m able to find Adrian and Marienne and we cut corners in between the halls, arriving at a quiet hall. Now, it’s just the three of us and I can see the eagerness in their faces.

“I’m not fired.” I finally say. They both sigh in relief. “The president got my proposal and he’s impressed.”

“Oh my fucking God!” Adrian screams, hugging me.

Marienne also joins and we stay like that for a moment.

“I almost forgot, how was your date. Did it happen?” Marienne asks.

I glance between her and Adrian before nodding. Marienne playfully nudges my elbow and Adrian adds that I’m now a woman. I tell them I’m never going to meet the man again since it’s a one time fling. They both can’t agree more.

We return to join the rest of the interns. I can barely concentrate. The hair at the back of my neck keeps standing up and I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t tell my friends about the “President Situation.” They’re too dramatic to handle the news.

My thigh clenches anytime I think about him and then, I imagine that night again. How he explored my body like it’s the only good thing in this world. The way he llicked and nibbled on my neck, sending hot shivers along my spine. The way his huge palms cupped my breasts and the pad of his thumbs circled over my nipples. God, it felt so divine. The pleasure was so intense, and it’s all I can  think about all through the building tour.

My insides tightens when I finally snap out of it. I’ve never fantasized about sex throughout my twenty three years of existence. Why now?

Shit!

I’m able to get my shit together through the building tour. Finally, we’re assigned our offices. Adrian, Marienne and I are assigned under the same person for mentorship. By the end of the day, we’re familiar with our mentor, Cole Riordan.

He’s the head of the business administration department and he might be one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He’s 26 years old with Obsidian hair, jade-green eyes, perfectly chiseled cheekbones and designer stubble.

And when I eventually find out he has something to do with how my proposal managed to get to the president’s table, I immediately develop a high level of respect for him.

“I think you’re really talented and you deserve a chance, Miss Salinger.” he says as I stand in front of his desk.

He’s signing some documents. He hands them to me.

“Please deliver this to the president’s office.” he says again.

I nod and head out of the room even though one part of me would rather jump down from the top of the building than step into the president’s office again.

I knock, once twice. I don’t hear him say come in but I walk in anyway.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to walk in without permission?” he says, without looking up from the pile of documents in front of him.

“I…I’m so sorry.” I stammer. “Mr Riordan asked me to drop this off.”

My hands are suddenly shaky as I place the document on his desk. But he catches my hand before I can withdraw. I slowly raise my head to look at him. My body shooks with need from his touch, from the way he’s emotionalessly staring at me.

“I thought I implied that we don’t have to make things awkward, Miss Salinger.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stop acting like a child. Or was that…” my breath hitches, I know what he’s about to say. “Was that really your first time?”

My face immediately flushes with embarrassment and I quickly withdraw. I don’t wait for him to dismiss me before I rush out of his office.

I push into the hallway and run to the nearest restroom I can find. I slam the door and lean against the vanity. I take deep breaths to steady myself. How is he so nonchalant about everything? He’s so comfortable, he doesn’t even show any sign of embarrassment.

“So what if you spent all night in the president’s bed and he took your virginity?” I say to myself slowly. “Things happen.”

I hear the door to one of the restroom stalls open behind me. My eyes snap to my side and I realize I’m in the men’s room. I don’t want to turn around to see who’s standing behind me. I can feel a spine chilling feeling in my bone.

I managed to turn around. And there he is. Cole Riordan. He’s standing there with his features scrunched up. Things cannot get messier.

Fuck. Me.