Harmon keeps his hand on my lower back as we make our way to the elevators. He fucked me harder than usual over his desk, and I’m sore. I don’t regret a thing and wouldn’t change a thing. It felt different, like he was putting more into it. His frustrations maybe. It would make sense that he would feel that way at work and want to fuck me harder. I’m not complaining. Maybe we should do this more often. Office trips could be a normal thing. I wouldn’t hate it.
Harmon presses the button for the bottom floor, and stands beside me, his elbow brushing mine.
The elevator stops on the thirty-third floor, which is where I met with the lawyer.
“Good evening, Mr. Stone,” the secretary says.
I remember her from when I met with Mr. Kohler. She was nice.
“Evening, Wendy. How are you?”
“Better now,” she says, giving him a bright smile. She stands close to him, closer than needed. I shift on my feet, clearing my throat, but neither notice. “Do you have any plans?”
“Just going home.”
“Aw, that’s too bad.”
“It’s quite all right,” he says.
“You don’t get lonely?”
My skin is crawling, but he’s as cool as a cucumber. I’m sure he deals with this sort of thing all the time. Handsome man with power and money? Yeah, he definitely deals with this all the time. Which only makes me more antsy.
I am not the kind of man that Harmon would have more with, if he allowed himself to have more. I am not part of this world. I’m not…Wendy.And I guess the only saving grace there is that she has a vagina and I’m sure Harmon isn’t interested in that. But I’m sure there are versions of Wendy out there with a cock that he could enjoy.
“I enjoy the quiet,” is his response.
We reach the bottom floor and the elevator doors open. Harmon gestures for her to go first. Once we’re through the glass door and into the garage, she turns to look at him and says, “If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. Good night, Mr. Stone.”
“Night, Wendy,” he says politely.
As we make our way toward our cars, I can’t help but think about the fact that when people talk to Harmon, they look right through me.
Wendy did it just now, on the entire elevator ride. She didn’t say a single word to me. Didn’t even look my way. She only had eyes for him.
Same thing happened with Oliver in the cafeteria. He didn’t even acknowledge me. With him, I assumed it was a work thing, but if he was leaving for the night, the least he could do was say good bye, or good night. All I got was a quick flick of his eyes, and that was probably an automatic reaction that he didn’t realize he was doing.
And with Wendy? She doesn’t work for him, so that wasn’t it.
No, it’s that people don’t see me as worthy of something, so they look right past me.
“Cassius?”
“Hm?” I look up.
“Isn’t this your car?” He gestures toward the car we passed a few spots ago.
“Oh, yeah.” I give him a smile and move that way, but he puts his arm up, stopping me.
“Are you okay?” he steps closer, lowering his voice.
“Fine.”
I step back, wanting space between us.
“Don’t do that,” he says, moving closer again.
“Don’t want people to get the wrong idea.” I take a step back.