When questions arise

I was nearly fired.

Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I was sure that yesterday was a dream. But as I got up to go to the restroom, I saw the plastic bags of the food that had been ordered, the sink filled with the dishes.

So yes, everything that went on yesterday had been very much real. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushing the tangles in my hair as I slipped on a plain shirt, and grabbed my laptop. Logging in, I typed my employee I.D., and slid on my headset.

The clinic didn't open until eight-thirty, but I still had to be there to handle the calls, and insurance queries. My focus just wasn't there though.

It was on Loss, and his stupid remarks and his somewhat pretty eyes.

I answered another call, trying not to lose my patience when a thirty something Karen called to complain about a vaccine that we hadn't gotten into the clinic just yet. She wanted to speak to someone, not me, not someone else.

As we talked in circles, I could feel the little patience I had begin to dwindle, my fingers running through my hair in stress.

At the last moment, the call dropped, a breath of relief being released from me as I slumped in my chair.

Suddenly, I felt two large hands on my shoulders, squeezing a bit, and I jumped, looking over to see Loss standing there, a frown on his face.

"I heard everything she said and it got on my nerves." He replied simply, massaging me gently.

"D-did you make the call cut off?" I sputtered, trying to pull away from him.

He let go, though his eyes drifted down to my bare legs, and I blushed. Of course he'd come back and I'd be in no pants.

I tried to hide them by casually pulling my shirt more down, making the collar plunge a bit down.

His eyes drifted back up, and he looked at me.

"My apologies, would you like to fuck?" He asked bluntly, no teasing or anything to make it seem like he was playing.

If my face could go any redder it would. I backed away, trying to form sentences, then sputtering because I couldn't believe just what he was saying.

He looked confused, taking a step closer, reaching out for me.

"Stop!" I squeaked out, as he was a foot from me.

"Why? I was told you were very sexual and needed pleasuring." He answered, as he slipped off his shirt, revealing nicely formed pecs, his stomach lined with abs.

Against my will, my eyes drifted down, and I gasped in shock, pressing back on the wall.

Who had told him that? I wasn't some sex goddess if that was what he was getting at.

Then he began to undo his pants, and at that point, I had enough. I shouted out, turning around and walking away, my hands covering my eyes.

"Stop, what is your problem?!" I said, still not facing him.

"Is this not what you wanted? You gave out so many signals yesterday, and today. I'm only doing what you command." He replied.

"Please, I'm just trying to get through this shift!" I said, taking a peek back at him. He was still missing his shirt, but other than that, was still fully clothed.

"You are choosing to go back to work?" He asked, confusion in his words.

He seemed confused on why I was choosing work over sex.

I nodded, and heard him pick his shirt back up. When I finally dared to look at him, he was sitting back on the couch, gesturing me to continue with my work.

Sighing in relief, I walked back to my tiny desk, staring in horror at my laptop screen.

I had over thirteen missed calls from patients, and two missed from my boss.

Taking a deep breath, I re-dialed my boss's, wringing my hands so tight, my knuckles turned white.

My boss screamed at me for fifteen minutes, but accepted the flimsy excuse that the wifi had been momentarily shut off at my apartment.

Loss looked angry as he glared at my phone where my boss was giving me an earful. But thankfully he stayed in place, letting me handle it.

After that, the next three hours before my lunch arrived went smoothly. I clocked out for the mandated hour lunch, heading to my kitchen to re-heat the leftovers from yesterday.

Then Loss was there, standing behind me, as his hands were placed on my hips, his fingers tracing the material of my underwear.

"Is now the time I ask if you'd like to fuck?" He whispered in my ear, and I shivered, goosebumps trailing on my arm.

Then his hand wandered to the flat of my stomach going up towards my chest.

My face was once again red, as I turned to look at his chest, my hands pushing him back. He was backed against the sink, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Stop! I don't want to have sex with you!" I said angrily, my hands balled to fists.

He looked at my face then, nodding as he finally got it.

"My apologies, madam." He said, as he sauntered back to the couch.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but instead decided to heat up my food, hunger getting at me.

Against my better judgment, I heated up food for Loss, bringing the plate over to him. He accepted it, scarfing down the noodles.

I sat back at my desk, enjoying the dumplings, and biting into a crunchy egg roll. I had a lot of questions, but I decided to wait until I was done with work. No point in trying to get the answers of the world in an hour.

I studied Loss for a bit, his focus on the food in front of him. He was such a strange person, and to be honest, I didn't know what to make of him.

As the hour ticked by, I sighed, placing my dirtied dishes in the sink, and clocking back to work.