His Little Secret

5. Red Thong

f**k! f**k! f**k!

Why me?

Emilia screamed on the inside, suddenly remembering that she heard Hannah, talking to one of the writers that they couldn’t publish an article to due to legal issues and Henry was going to hold a meeting with one of the law firm who had their office in the very building and they were going to barter with them.

In exchange of legal advice and support they were going to market the law firm.

They had that agreement with the previous owners of the magazine as well and with Henry being the new CEO, the entire magazine’s administrative force, practically forced him to sit down for a meeting with the senior partner of the firm, who was a known fragile egoistic man in his late thirties, infamous of having being sued by his own co workers for his absurd work and s****l behavior.

But it was also famous about Henry, something that had blown up in the air that the man hated meetings. He loathed them and always whined whenever he was forced to sit down with anyone and he was just going to prove everyone right, as he stood in the elevator and sipped on his coffee.

“f*****g i***t!” he hissed, not realizing that Emilia stood right behind him.

She looked up at the mirror of the elevator right in front of her and could see Henry standing diagonally to her, with his back facing him.

There was something about his broad shoulders, leading down to his well shaped Y structured body and that very creamy beige suit that he wore with a slightly dark lining over the hems, defined his taste in clothing and style, something that Emilia didn’t know she was fond of, until she didn’t see it on Henry.

“I can’t believe, I got up at six in the morning to listen to that f*****g i***t talk about f*****g some German w***e over the railing over his stupid yacht and all he did in the end was say they would continue with the deal. Couldn’t said that earlier. Gosh! I hate it here.”

He mumbled under his breath, continuing to complain and sip his coffee and Emilia remained frozen and still, making sure that not even a single ounce of voice or movement came from her, that could alarm Henry that he wasn’t alone.

And so far, her trick was working but luck surely was not in her favor and some unnamed forces of nature, definitely hated Emilia.

The elevator suddenly came to a halt and both Emilia and Henry felt started, looking all around them.

Emilia couldn’t move much, she decided to remain dull, whilst Henry turned towards the button panel and looked up at the digital display panel to see if the elevator was working or not but much his dismay it had gone out of power.

“Seriously? f**k!”

He grunted, as the lights of the elevator had also started flickering and Henry simply shook his head, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialing his poor assistant Sam’s number.

He was still annoyed looking at the broken screen of his phone. His assistant was trying her best to transfer all of his data from his old one to the new one and the poor unskilled IT team, didn’t help her much with it either.

He was still flabbergasted that his phone’s screen was broken and now he was stuck in that stupid elevator, with haven gotten very little sleep at night, because of his unnecessary meeting in the morning.

The new office, was giving him quite the clear vibes that it wanted to get rid of him.

His phone went through after the fifth or sixth ring.

“Sam! Glad you picked up, must have been really difficult for you to pick up the phone after the first or second ring, right?”

Sam knew that the blunt and abrupt note was going to come to him by his boss. He was expecting Henry to be in a foul mood and so was he, since he held his suit pants in his hands, that weren’t even buttoned and zipped, as the boy was in the middle of his morning dump, that he was forced to take in the office because of Henry’s early morning meeting and he was not even done when Henry decided to call him.

“I was busy, clearing your schedule off.”

Sam held back his urge to scream at Henry and decided to give him something to cool down instead, so that at least the rest of the day would go better than his early morning s**t.

“Well, you would need to do that because I think, I may have to spend the entire day in this damn stupid elevator that I am stuck in.” Henry almost barked at Sam, even startling Emilia, who shook up in complete surprise, given to how loudly Henry’s voice boomed in the entire elevator.

“Elevator? You are stuck in an elevator? Which one?”

Sam placed the phone between his ear and shoulder and fixed his pants up, rushing out of the shared toilets and in to the hallway, pushing past every other colleague of his.

“I don’t know, which ever is stuck. And if all the elevators are stuck, then good luck playing the probability game.” Henry yelled right in to his phone, shoving it back inside his pocket.

Boy! He really is not a morning person.

Emilia scoffed mentally, realizing that all of Henry’s problem basically arose only because of him having to get up early in the morning.

“Stupid elevator and stupid early morning meetings.”

He complained, mumbling under his breath and turning around, only to be amazed to find that he wasn’t alone in the elevator.

Emilia’s eyes widened noticing that he was turning around and not wanting him to see her face and not risking whether he did remember her or not, she immediately turned her face away from him, looking to her right towards the wall of the elevator, so that Henry wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror of the elevator.

But like any other normal man, the first things his eyes caught the glimpse of was Emilia’s round butt that fitted quite well in the grey suit pants.

Not Bad!

He c****d, running his eyes up and down Emilia’s back, who somehow felt her skin of her back burning for some reason but she remained adamant and kept her head turned to the right, avoiding any sort of contact with Henry.

He moved, treading very lightly on to her left side and sensing him move, Emilia turned further towards the right and Henry sighed, gently letting go off a laughter.

“Oh! I thought someone had put up a dummy in here. Cause the damn fashion house folks from the thirteenth floor and cuckoo, I had a meeting with them last Friday and they literally brought in naked models and I was like, give me a break please, it is still too early for me to be drinking.”

He joked, making Emilia only wonder why he was being too casual with her.

Why is he even talking to me?

She wondered keeping her head glued to the other side.

Sensing no reply or even a tilt of the head from Emilia, Henry felt being trapped in an Egyptian pyramid with a mummy.

“I am Henry Christopher by the way.”

He extended his hand forward but Emilia didn’t bother to reply and stuck her head to the other side at the same time wondering if she was risking her job by being certainly rude to her boss.

“Okay! Today is just not your day Henry, not your day.” He cooed.

Feeling a bit turned down, which he never was, especially by a woman, Henry leaned back against the mirror of the elevator, resting his elbow over the railing placed right down by the mirror and with his other hand he sipped on his coffee.

Emilia pulled herself back against the wall of the elevators, still keeping her face turned completely away from Henry, who by that point had actually started getting weirded out by Emilia, who for him was still anonymous.

Why is the maintenance taking so long to get this stupid thing going?

Emilia mentally groaned, getting impatient and anxious by every passing second, as she felt sweat forming over her forehead through her hairline.

Henry also felt a little exhausted, the fact that he had planned on taking a nap inside his office and his plans were washed away by some stupid maintenance’s incapability, did really hurt him.

He looked to his right, which was the other side to where Emilia was looking since both of them stood in the opposite direction and then circled his head back towards Emilia.

“You know, I honestly don’t go after anyone who doesn’t reply back to me in the first place but my phone is broken and I hate getting bored.” He told her but she remained unfazed, refusing to look at him.

“I think you’d have a better perspective about me if you look at me and I not a creep like those down from the eighth floor or tenth floors.”

It’s not I do not want to look at you!

Emilia retorted mentally, cursing herself, as her eyes longed to look at his beautiful sparkling face with his reflecting soft blue eyes that seemed to dig deeper and right down in to her soul with just one look.

But I can’t look at you.

She reminded herself about why she was in that position at the first place.

Henry felt quite dejected and frankly pissed off about why the girl would not even bother to look at him when ladies died to just listen to him say hello on the other side of the phone.

Women die over the phone to listen to me!

He reminded himself, shunning the rude girl in the elevator, who seemingly seemed dumb and deaf to him, since she didn’t move to respond to his calls and didn’t utter a single word either.

I have flashed you, my thong! What else do you want from me?

Emilia mind had a lot to say but she decided to keep all of that to herself.

Henry shook his head, vexed at the woman’s countenance and was about to turn his eyes away from her when they darted low, running through Emilia’s cream blouse but stopped when he noticed that the space in the shirt between forth and fifth button was stuck in the open end of the railing of the elevator, that pulled her shirt apart and revealed the soft silky skin underneath her shirt.

He scoffed, “For someone who is refusing to show their face, you do have a lot of nerve, since you are flashing strangers in an elevator.”

He bitterly spoke back, acting like a jerk, since he felt quite awfully dejected by Emilia, unbeknownst to him, who it was.

His words set off an alarm in Emilia’s mind, who felt flashbacks running in her mind, thinking that just like Friday, she was yet again, on Monday morning, continuing her streak of showing off a bit too much of a skin to Henry.

She turned around, touching the back of her pants and then the front of her shirt, looking all around her and turning around to place her back against the mirror, to see if she had torn any fabric anywhere but since she hadn’t she sighed, turning back against the mirror of the elevator, not realizing that once again her shirt had gotten stuck inside the railing but moved out as she moved in to the direction towards the end of the railing.

She looked up at herself in the mirror and to her left she could already feel a shadow move, which made her gasp out loud.

She turned to look towards Henry, who was smirking hard, looking at Emilia.

“You are the skirt girl!” he announced, with a huge grin, suddenly excited that he ran in to Emilia.

“They even had a name for me now?” she asked, the words slipping out of her mouth, making Henry chuckle up a bit and his soft laughter and the mold of that widened smile on her face, somehow felt like some sort of enticing magic to Emilia’s heart that began thumping inside her chest out loud.

“Of course they do!” he laughed back at her, reminding her that she didn’t need to get excited much about him remembering her face, since he only remembered her as a joke.

“But I do have a different name for you.”

He stated, making Emilia look up at him with confusion.

“What?”

“Red Thong!”

He winked at her, taking a step slightly closer to her, which made her squirm and lean a bit slightly further away from him.

“Ex… Excuse… me…” he fumbled, as her cheeks burned her, making her realize that the man had seen more than she could think of.

“Wasn’t that what you were wearing?” he c****d, his blue eyes deepening in to hers, making her heart burst out, with thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings up against her skin, sending this tingling sensation right down her spine that electrified her brain and intensified this whirling sensation in the deep pits of her guts, leading right down to in between her legs.

She gulped, making an audible sound, almost shaking with worry that she may led on to make Henry believe more than she would have intended to.

“I…” she looked away, not finding the right words to match the intensity with which Henry was looking her.

He smirked, finally feeling victorious that just like every other girl in the word, he was able to intimidate Emilia also, who was rendered struck by this enticing feeling generated in her body, right underneath his gaze.

“You are still flashing by the way.” He mumbled, now bored and no more interested in Emilia, since she no more a challenge for him and had given in to his intimidating moves.

“What?” she inquired, looking back at her clothes but Henry simply cooed, looking ahead of him and trying to finish off his coffee.

“Your shirt from the front is tucked in to the railing.” He announced and Emilia looked down, finally finding the problem in her dress.

She smacked her forehead lightly and gently placed down her bag and the magazines and some other files that she had in her hand on to her left side where Henry stood.

She began taking her shirt out and at the same time, a loud tap on the other side of the elevator startled Henry.

“Mr. Christopher, are you in there?” Sam asked from the other side and Henry shouted back.

“If I wasn’t, you’d be doing some valuable task other than not trying to find your boss in some elevator.”

Sam grunted, rolling his eyes in anguish, standing in front of the elevator’s door and almost second questioning his choices of if he really needed that job and could tolerate Henry’s sassy and intolerable nature anymore.

But the answer was simply – he did need that job.

He stepped away and gestured at the mechanic from the maintenance office, that he had brought with him.

“Open it up!” he told him and shouted back at Henry.

“We are opening it up and getting you out, the elevator repair may take some time.”

“Finally, thank God!”

Henry threw his hands in the air and stepped ahead, while Emilia also turned around, finally getting her shirt out of the railing.

As Henry stepped ahead, he accidently ended up stepping on the slippery magazine pages that made him stumble forward and the first thing he did was drop the cup of his coffee on the floor that went spilling all over the floor of the elevator, which made Emilia take a step forward to avoid the coffee getting over the sole of her shoes but her stepping ahead was the biggest mistake of her life, as Henry felt like falling freely on the ground and he leaped his hands ahead, trying to grab anything that he could and the only thing that came in to hands was the top of Emilia’s shirt that he grabbed but Emilia was too stunned and weak to hold him still.

As he fell down, he pulled her shirt along with him, making all the buttons of her shirt go flying in the air.

Her shirt popped open right from the front but Henry still didn’t let go off her, making her stumble down, face first right on top of him with her shirt opened up and her red padded bra held up right against his chest.

Emilia’s eyes widened as she felt cold air, hitting her chest, as she laid right on top of Henry, who looked at her, mirroring back her expressions.

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First the skirt and now the shirt :P

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