Page 16 of Do It Yourself
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
I can hear loud stomps coming to my door and I can’t stop the smirk that forms but I turn my back to the door, returning supplies from earlier to the shelf. I’m not the most organized in my real life but at work everything has a place.
“Mabel.” Jude’s voice causes me to jump. I knew it was coming but the deep rumble hits me right between my thighs. Even though I had taken off my button down earlier, I can feel a bead of sweat trickle down my neck.
“Oh, hey Jude. Late again.” My voice comes out about an octave higher than regular. How embarrassing. Does he know how he affects me? Or does he think I’m just being cagey because of the prank I pulled?
“You think it’s funny to send me on a wild puppy chase, Trouble?” While my voice went up an octave, it sounds like his has dropped a hundred or two.
“Maybe a little bit.” I shrug. I’m honestly impressed with how nonchalant I’m coming off. My insides are lava and I’m fighting the urge to press my thighs together to get some type of relief.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, his hands rest on my shoulders and give a quick squeeze. It feels so good on my hard worked muscles but I bite back the groan. I REFUSE to let this man know how he affects me.
“This is definitely not work appropriate, Muscles.”
“I thought we talked about those shoes. Not safe for the workplace.” I look down at my feet, wiggling my toes. Did I make sure my toes were painted a pretty pale blue because I knew he’d make a comment about my sandals? I’ll never tell.
“I don’t think we came to any sort of agreement. I’m pretty sure the conversation moved on to fetishes.”
“That it did. Another not safe for work discussion.”
Jude lets out a thoughtful hum, squeezes my shoulders again before releasing his hold on me and stepping back. “Looks like you got everything done for the day. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wait, what?
I almost fall on my ass turning around to watch the handsome fucking giant walk out of my workshop, he doesn’t even looking back. “That motherfucker.” I hissed out my aggression. Immediately, my brain starts to whirl, trying to come up with ideas on how to get back at this fucking man for leaving me with a blue clit.
I could sneak into the bunk house and find a willing participant, or two, and get loud when I know Jude’s trying to go to bed. Or I could coordinate a workshop visit where moments before he comes in, I spill honey on my chest and I’m pulling my top off as he walks in and maybe that’s a day I just happen to not be wearing a bra.
Leave him aching for relief like I am right now.
Maybe I’ll do both.
No.
That’s not me anymore. I refuse to be that type of person ever again. My stomach clenches with anxiety and disgust with myself. It takes every ounce of self restraint I have to not sprint out of MY workshop. I let shame wash over me as I scurry to my truck. My vision blurs with tears I won’t let fall, my nose burning.
Mabel girl, You’re better than that.
My daddy’s words fill my head, and more shame washes over me.
One tear. I allow one tear fall as I boost myself into the driver seat.
My old truck rumbles down the road. My stomach is churning and my breaths are coming out in pants. I can’t believemyself. I promised myself I would never do something like that again.
On auto-pilot, I make my way to Paul’s duplex. There’s no indication anyone is home but I have a key. To be somewhat considerate, I shoot off a quick text to my little brother.
Me
I’m at your place. Bad day. Bad decisions.
Paul
I’m at a job. I can be there once I’m done?
Me
No rush, just couldn’t be home.
