“There’s nothing on you, Jess.” I grabbed the box off the counter and moved it to an empty shelf for her to unpack. “I’ll move all the boxes where they need to go, and we can cruise through the rest.”
“Doing anything is better than staring at my ass,” she laughed.
Jessica’s a smart girl; you don’t make it to the top without brains. She knew exactly what she was doing – she wanted me to look. She was stooped down like she normally would be, but her ass was pointing upwards instead of down towards the floor. She had put it on display for me wanting me to notice her sexually.
“I have a couple things that are better than just staring.” The statement crossed the line of employee/boss relationship, but I think Jessica liked the flirtation. She didn’t say a word back to me.
I moved all the boxes around the store; there were only a couple left. We finished quicker than we both expected. I turned off all the lights in the store as Jessica waited for me in the backroom to walk out. I didn’t want her to leave alone; the back was dark and not entirely safe. The lighting was dim, only a security light illuminating the room as I walked in. Jessica made the first move and kissed me. I put her on the counter and held her legs in a V, wide open for me to take her. We had sex that night and only that night.
Our working relationship felt strained after that night. I never asked her out or had sex with her again. I felt shitty afterwards, not because we had sex, but because I had to see her every day, and I think she wanted more. I tried to act as normal as possible around Jessica. I went on with my life as normal. I flirted with the customers, got some numbers, and went on some ‘dates’. I did my job and tried to nicely decline any offers that Jessica threw my way, but none of it mattered in the end.
My c**k mixed with the cocaine would be my ultimate downfall. Jealousy reared its ugly head, and its name was Jessica.
I still remember it clear to this day. It was a Friday, two months after opening day, and I was about to beat my monthly sales goal for the third straight month. “Kayden, you have a phone call. Please take it in my office.”
“I’m with a customer, can it wait?” I asked.
“No, I’ll help them while you take the call.” She had a smile on her face. I’ve never been called away from a customer for a simple phone call.
“Excuse me Ma’am; Jessica will help you for a few minutes. I’ll be right back with you.” I walked away, leaving Jess to make my sale. The feel of the entire situation put me in a shitty mood.
“Hello, Kayden Michaels.” I kicked back in her comfy oversized office chair.
“Mr. Michaels, a grievance has been filed against you relating to sexual harassment, and we’ve decided to terminate you.” My stomach dropped and I instantly felt ill. There was only one person who would file said grievance.
“Excuse me?” I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. Angry isn’t even a great descriptor for what I felt in this moment. I wanted to break shit.
“We cannot have employees sexually harassing customers and other employees. It may turn into a legal matter. You’ll be paid for your time worked, but as of this moment, you are no longer an employee.”
“I’ve been the top salesman in this office more times this year than anyone else, and you’re just going to fire me without my side of the story? Who filed the complaint?” I slammed my fist on the desk.
“Top salesman or not, we cannot open the company up for a lawsuit, Mr. Michaels.”
I argued for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone. I sat there a moment and tried to gather my thoughts. There is only one person who would file the grievance against me with the district office, Jessica. I rubbed my temples trying to calm my anger. She f**ked with my livelihood and my career. I wanted to be a manager someday and sticking my dick in her f**ked it all up. She wasn’t going to get off without a word or two from me.
I walked into the showroom and ignored everyone else. Jessica had finished with my customer and didn’t close the deal. She stood at the desk pretending to be busy, but I could see her watching me out of the corner of her eye.
“You f**king reported me?” I wanted her to confess, I needed it.
She looked at me with a shitty ass smirk on her face. “I did.”
“They fired me. What the f**k is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?” I asked trying to keep my voice down to not cause a scene, although I almost didn’t care. They couldn’t fire me again.
“You used me, Kayden. You had sex with me and then ignored me.”
“Jessica, YOU came on to me not the other way around. I never sexually harassed you.” I moved closer and put my lips against her ear, “Maybe I f**ked you too good. Did you enjoy my c**k a little too much?”
Her head moved away quickly; the words hit a little too close to home. “Fuck you, Kayden. You’re a dick. You used me.”
“You never asked to be my girlfriend. I thought it was a plain and simple moment of passion; guess you’re just a conniving bitch.” There wasn’t more to say.
I didn’t have any other skills. My job filled my days and kept me from drinking too much, but now I had nothing, no reason to hold back.
I went to the bar with my friends that night. The city would be a flurry of activity, and I needed to lose myself in the excitement. I was picked up by one of the guys since I was already shitfaced from my afternoon binge. I can’t recall which bars we wandered in and out of through the haze of people.