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“You’re not much of a man, are you, Peter?” she said suddenly.
If I’d been blushing before, now I’m pretty sure I turned magenta. “I-I …” I stammered, stunned that she would even say a thing like that to me, and not having a clue how to respond.
“That’s fine,” she said with a wry little smirk. “Turns out I don’t much care for men.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, gaze lowered, cheeks on fire. Forget middle school. This was officially the most humiliating moment of my life. “What … what can I do for you now, Ms. Bryant?” I managed, eager to change the subject.
She studied me in silence for a moment. Then, “You can start by bringing me coffee,” she said. “You know the way I like it.”
“Yes, Ms. Bryant,” I said, rising hastily and turning toward the door.
I froze in place, too embarrassed to look at her again. “Yes, Ms. Bryant?”
“Bring it to me on your knees.”
I felt my heart begin to pound and my skin flush. “I …” I gulped. “M-Ms.—”
“Do as you’re told,” she said simply, turning her attention to her computer.
I stayed rooted in place for a moment, trying to digest the instruction I’d just been given … and striving in vain to control the sudden stirring in my pants. What … was this? Did she get off on humiliating me? … Even more shockingly, did I like it?
I turned to look at her finally, questioningly, maybe because I just couldn’t believe that she really meant it.
She looked up from the screen. “You’re wasting my time and yours, Peter,” she said coolly.
“Sorry, Ms. Bryant,” I muttered, hustling out of her office.