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I nod and force myself to smile at Franklin.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I say. “Just trying to take it all in.”
He puts his hand on my bare knee and gives it a squeeze. I cringe inside, and I’m sure he feels me stiffen up because he frowns and pulls his hand away.
“You’ll get it soon enough,” he says.
Maybe I’m being paranoid. I mean, he shouldn’t be touching me, but he’s old school, and he probably thinks he’s being comforting rather than inappropriate. None of the other women working here seem to be uncomfortable around him, and it’s not like there’s a shortage of male employees, either of which would be a red flag to me.
I think I’m just being overly sensitive. I’m letting Falcon’s issues become my issues. Franklin smiles at me.
“Let’s take a break and go grab a coffee. I know it’s a lot to take in at once,” he says.
Is he asking me on some sort of date? If I agree to coffee, am I agreeing to more? For fuck’s sake, Elle, stop it right now. It’s perfectly reasonable to suggest coffee on an actual coffee break. It’s what ordinary people do on their work breaks, and it’s perfectly acceptable for a man and a woman to have a coffee together in a break room without reading anything into it.
He stands up, and I do too. I follow him out of his office and down the hallway to the break room. For all I keep telling myself I’m paranoid, I’m happy to see we’re not alone in the break room. We sit at a large table with several other employees, and Franklin introduces me.
We spend a good twenty minutes laughing, mostly at me, but in good fun. They tease me because I’ve never done sales before, and they encourage me too, giving me tips and sharing funny stories. Franklin has a comfortable relationship with all of them, including the two women who are there, and it’s easy to see the staff like him. It confirms my theory that I’m just being paranoid.
Or maybe he just doesn’t want them that way. Jesus Christ, when did I get so bigheaded that I assume he wants me?
***
I leave the office, saying goodbye to Sandra on my way out. I head home, thinking back over my day. The stuff Franklin has been teaching me is starting to sink in, and I don’t think it’ll be long before I memorize the scripts and can answer clients’ questions. It seems multimedia is just jargon as Franklin said. Magnet is basically an ad firm, dressed up in tech jargon to appeal to millennials.
The job seems like something I’ll be able to do, and the team members I’ve met so far all seem nice enough. I haven’t met the sales team, but Franklin explained I won’t be working particularly closely with them; it’s the guys in the office who will implement the solutions I sell, and those are the ones I need to build relationships with.
The only problem with the whole thing is Franklin himself. He has a nasty habit of touching my knee or my arm and leaving his hand there too long. He even put his hand on my ass as he saw me through a door earlier. It makes me uncomfortable, to say the least, and every instinct in me tells me to walk away.
But I can’t. I can’t just walk away now. If I do, it’s telling not just Falcon, but myself as well that he was right and I’m not at Magnet for any reason other than looking good in a skirt. So I’ll stay, and I’ll put up with Franklin. It won’t be long until I’m out from underneath his wing and hopefully then I won’t have to have too much contact with him. And if things don’t get better, I can stay long enough to prove myself and then maybe find a different job.
I reach home, surprised to find the door unlocked. I check my watch. It’s only five thirty and Falcon is home already? My heart pounds as I open the door and step inside. Something must be wrong.
“Falcon?” I shout.
He emerges from the kitchen and smiles at me. I frown, and his smile slips away.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I demand.
“What do you mean?” he says.
I open my mouth to demand he tells me what’s going on, and he smiles again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Elle. I should have warned you I’d be here, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Nothing is wrong. I snuck out for a couple hours to make you something to eat to come home to and hear all about your first day at work,” he says.
I relax, and I feel myself breaking into a wide smile.
“Thank you,” I say.
I go to him, and he comes to meet me halfway. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. Hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth, catching me by surprise, but in the best possible way. I melt into him, pressing my body against his. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach, and it sends a rush of wetness out of my pussy.
