Paper Clips
I'm soooo bored, my name is Kimberly and I'm the receptionist at P!nK's office in Grand Rapids, Michigan. On a normal day I'm pretty busy but today has started out very slow, so I've filed all the papers, and my nails. I typed some memos and sent some emails and texted some of my friends. Today we've had two visitors. The important one was Elliot Reed, he arrived second and had been in with Dalton West, the owner of P!nK, for the past few hours.
Looking down the hall I could see Pheng, coming towards my desk. He's about 5'5" and probably weighs 150 lbs. He's from some Asian country, he's told me about it a few times but I never can remember the name of it. Of course that's usually because I'm not paying attention to him. For the most part he frustrates me.
It's so obvious that he's got a crush on me. He'll stop by my desk 3 or 4 times a day, he'll bring me coffee from Starbucks if he goes and anything I ask for he'll get at the drop of that hat. I know he really wants to ask me out but he's just not my type. My boyfriend is an Army Ranger and I'm 5'7" without heels for crying out loud and I don't date guys shorter than me, but he's not even asking. Now I bet he'd love to be seen with me since I am a very attractive blonde with great skin and a killer smile, but now I'm off track...
Yep here he is...
"Morning Kimmy" Oh how I hate to be called Kimmy. Kim or Kimberly is fine. NOT Kimmy.
"Morning Phengie!" I throw back with a forced smile, "whatcha need?"
He seems to ignore my question and goes on, "so what are you doing this weekend?"
I really want to roll my eyes, "I have plans with friends."
"Oh, cool. Wow I really like your dress," I glance down at what I'm wearing. Yeah, I'm sure he does like the white sundress I'm wearing. The top is a halter. My boobs aren't huge but they fill the front out well enough and since I'm 21 they're very perky. I've caught him more than once staring at them.
"Thanks," I reply and look up to catch him checking out my legs. My shoes are just some white open toes heels. The hot pink nail polish on my fingers matches my toes as I'm sure Pheng has noticed.
I decided to play a bit and cross my legs letting him check out my thighs. Almost immediately I uncross and recross them. He was blatantly staring now.
"Sooo, Kimmy, would you like to go get a drink after work or something," he asked as in my head I reply I might have said yes if you hadn't called me Kimmy, if you were my boyfriend and / or you were a foot taller...
But instead I just say, "no thanks Pheng, I have plans tonight and can't."
"Ok, well maybe we could.." *WHAM* I see him knock my container of paper clips to the floor.
"Oh hell no Pheng, I am NOT picking all those up, you'll have to get them," he just kinda looked at me with this stunned expression on his face. "C'mon, get going, pick them ALL up. Every last one," I motioned for him to move.
Pheng knelt down and picked up the container and it's lid. He put the lid back on and started to put the paper clips in the box. I looked up and saw one of our vendors approaching the door. I uncrossed my legs just as Pheng turned his head. FUCK! My panties... Then it hit me, like someone punching me in the stomach. He just got a clear shot up my skirt and I'm not wearing any panties.
He was now on his hands and knees right in front of my desk so I just moved forward pushing him under. I felt him hit the back of my desk as Calvin walked through the doors. "Hello Mr. Bobbit."
"Hello Kimberly, is Beverly available?" he said with a smile.
"Yes sir, I'll let her know you're here," I replied.