Being Me (BBW Romance) Read Free Page B

questioning. "I guess so, if I worked from home or something like that."
    "Ah yes, you mentioned wanting to work for the company for what? Another twenty years?"
    Hearing it said back to me made me a little depressed. That was a hell of a long time. "That was my plan, Mr-Steven." Almost slipped there.
    He smiled and glanced down at my file. It was tilted up in his hands so I couldn't see what he was reading. After a few tense, quiet moments he slapped it closed and set it aside on the desk. I wondered why he didn't put it on the pile on the floor with the others. "Well, I think that'll do for now." He stood and walked around the desk where he held out his arm to guide me to the door. I jumped up and practically ran to the door. If he hadn't put his hand on the door knob first I would have made a clean getaway. I stiffened when he set his other hand low on my back. Really low, like right on my butt. He acted like nothing was wrong. "Just as a warning, I might call you back later with more questions."
    Then his hand slipped away and he opened the door. I stumbled out and got a few looks when I nearly crashed into the wall of the cubicle nearest his office. I sheepishly smiled and dashed off down the hall while behind me Dunner called off the next number. When I got back to the safety of my square world I plopped myself down in my chair and just sat there for a while. I was too stunned to do anything else.
    He'd actually groped me. My own, albeit cute, boss had actually taken a feel of my butt. My face felt hot and I imagined I resembled a red Christmas light. My mind was also in a conundrum. If Dunner had been an ugly, stupid man I would have been disgusted by his actions. However, he wasn't. He was cute, polite, cute, friendly, cute and suave. Did I mention he was cute?
    My embarrassment didn't go unnoticed. Delilah walked by with Stacy, and they stopped at the entrance to my cubicle. I'd been foolish enough to still have my face turned that way, and they stared at my beet-red face. Delilah was the first one to insult the English language by speaking. "Eat a hot pepper or something?" she teased me.
    "Or maybe Mr. Dunner told her she had to lose weight," Stacy added.
    Usually sweet little ol' me would reply to their stupid suggestions by turning my back on them. Right then, though, spitfire Mitsy was in control, and she was having none of that. My head snapped up and I glared at both of them. My red face added to my ferocity as war paint of fury. "Why don't you two just knock it off and get back to work for once?" Not exactly the meanest insult I could have thrown at them, but for me it was downright bitchy.
    The shocked looks on their faces would have been enough to make me laugh out loud if I hadn't been so surprised myself. Their mouths flopped open like kissing fish, complete with smacking lip sounds and stupid look-action. I was prepared for more of their shit, but not for their hasty retreat. Stacy pushed Delilah down the hall and out of my sight. The minute they were gone my fury deflated like a popped balloon. I was left feeling exhausted, depressed and full of regret.
    That was the perfect time to go get a donut and flaunt its deliciousness in front of everyone on a diet. I'd be too busy wallowing in my own misery to notice theirs. Unfortunately, that meant a walk to the lounge on a lower floor, and it wasn't break time. Of course, with the boss unavailable until Doomsday with his interviews, I wouldn't be scolded by him. For the sake of my depression hunger, I decided to go for it.
    I slipped out of my cubicle and slunk down the hall on the opposite end of the floor from Dunner's office. I rounded the corner of the square floor and saw the elevators at the far end of the new hall. I zoomed down the passage, past my coworkers hard at work on spreadsheets, reports, solitaire and mahjong. I even saw one striving to launch some mad birds at some defenseless sedentary pigs. I could relate to those little porkers as memories