This girl is sort of a high-quality wine, to be cherished, favored, and to have time taken with her.
Kerry seems the moment dinner is served and gives an excuse of wanting to finish homework.
We're on alone once more, and I'm extra happy about it. Don't get me wrong, I'm concerned with assisting the following technology and all, however Faye and I, we've got unfinished enterprise.
She holds two plates in her hands as she comes towards the desk. She puts one in front of me and then the other before handing me a fork.
Taking it, I scoop up a meatball and taste.
The meat is gentle and juicy, and full of flavor.
Faye swirls her meals across the bowl, sometimes taking a chew.
I don't like that she's no longer eating.
"You've got to eat."
"I am." Her voice is so soft.
"You've got to eat more." I wait a few seconds to see if she's even heard me. She doesn't devour much, and it annoys me. I don't need her to be ill. "Now."
Faye
ONE WEEK LATER
Working for Chase isn't always that tough. He's disturbing, of course, and also, continually busy. That's what I notice at some stage in the primary week of working for him. Not a moment goes by without someone needing him, even overdue at night time.
He's taken it upon himself to drop me off at home after picking Kerry. My sister always sits in the lower back being attentive to her track, leaving me to speak with Chase.
In seven days, along with the weekend, he's ignored during dinner. That's it. Every other time, he's been to.
Kerry, like constantly, will skulk off to her room to do whatever it is she loves to do, even as leaving me to cope with him.
It's constantly the same.
He sits at our small eating room table, I serve up, Kerry takes hers, and I eat with Chase.
communication is no longer awful.
By the time I get home, I'm exhausted. Chase loves to send me all round his building, chasing down contracts, making sure people call him with a replacement. He advised me it's due to the fact humans become lazy until they see a real, seen person.
To be sincere, I simply suppose he's using me as he doesn't have the first clue what to do with me. It's clear a PA isn't what that guy desires.
He's already far with his work. At lunch, I used to take a seat with the men that works in the company. I usually get uninterested in hearing them tell me what an unprecedented possibility it became to partner directly with Chase Dunce.
None of them knows
.
They don't understand that I feel uncomfortable because the night time I gave him my virginity became the night time I can't forget about.
It turned out to mean nothing. The purpose I picked the less fairy tale option was so I didn't feel it, and I wished for more cash.
Chase is making it impossible for me to forget it.
The manner he's constantly round.
The touches.
The teasing.
Everything is driving me crazy. Every single night without fail, we'll make it to the door, and he presses me flat against it, kissing me. Those touches force me crazy for extra.
I don't want him to forestall, and yet, on every occasion, he does.
Tonight although, if he comes to a decision to drop me off, he'll find out Kerry isn't coming home.
For one week, she'll be heading to the mountains with a collection of other children. She signed up for it without telling me, forging my signature, and even though I didn't need her to head, I couldn't stop her.
She has to live her life.
It didn't stop me from freaking out though whenever I thought about it.
What if she despises me?
Owning a car hadn't been in my price range, and now I hope I'd be capable of saving for one.
Running fingers through my hair, which has already started to develop from the reduction I was given over a month ago, I feel the moment he enters the room.
The photocopy machine is positioned in the back of the room, a long way away from absolutely everyone on the floor. They are all busy.
Turning in the direction of the door, I see Chase standing there.
"I won't be long."
Turning lower back to the glass window at the same time as I watch for the papers to print out, I watch his partial reflection as he steps into the room.
My nipples tighten as he closes the door. In the subsequent second, he's at my back , his hands on my hips.
I don't tell him to stop despite the fact that I should.
This is sexual harassment.
He shouldn't be doing this.
Is it certainly harassment if I want it, though? If I love the way he touches me, the eye he gives me?
I'm no longer Kerry's sister, the failure, the university dropout, the mum or dad, the earner. The accountable one.
I'm simply me.
Faye Carter.
I keep forgetting who I am.
He makes me not forget.
One of his arms curves round my stomach, shifting down between my thighs.
The machine covers most of my body.
I don't say anything as he pulls the white shirt up, and there in the photocopy room he strokes my chest to cup my tit.
"One of them may want to see."
"No, they couldn't.
If you don't want me to try this, tell me to stop.
Tell me you don't need my hands on you, Faye. That it's not what you need.then,
I'll stop."
That's what I'm scared of.