"Excuse me, John, you're in my way," Mary informed her co-worker, John. She had finished using his bathroom and he was blocking the hallway back to the living room with his arms against the walls.
"I know. Why don't you just turn around and go to my bedroom?" John asked her with a wicked grin.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Come on, let me pass," Mary said impatiently, trying to push past him. He obstructed her small frame easily with his considerably larger one.
"I don't think so. We're going to the bedroom," he replied firmly.
"Very funny," Mary said, rolling her eyes. She called out towards the living room, "Tracy, John's being a dick again!"
"Tracy went home while you were in the bathroom. In fact the party pretty much broke up while you were in there. It's down to just you and me," John informed her smugly.
"Ok, well then, if the party is over I guess it's time for me to go home," Mary said, trying once more to push past John.
"You're in no shape to drive."
"I can manage," she answered uncertainly. Her plan of only having one drink had turned into four as the night went on. "Why did Tracy leave? We came together, and she was supposed to drive us home."
"Tracy got a ride home with Matt. Well, that's if she goes home anyways. Those two were looking pretty close earlier," John chuckled.
Mary knew John was right. Tracy had lusted after Matt for a while, and was flirting with him shamelessly during the party. Mary silently cursed her friend for leaving with Matt without telling her.
"I'm going home," Mary reaffirmed.
"I've hidden your keys," John answered with a grin, "and I don't think you want to walk on a night like this."
"You're a dick," she told him, staring into his dark eyes.
"Why don't you reserve judgment on that for now? Let's go get comfy on my bed." John wrapped his arms around Mary and pressed himself against her. She tried to squirm away, but he was considerably larger and more powerful than her.
"Let me go!" she exclaimed. "You're drunk. Just give me my keys and I won't say anything about this to anyone."
"That's a sweet offer, but no. And I'm not drunk." Mary studied John intensely. From his clear speech and the sharp focus in his eyes she knew he couldn't be intoxicated.
"I'm not interested in you John," she began, finally escaping from his grasp. She backed away slowly, in the direction of his bedroom.
"Really? So why do you come by my desk several times a day at work, and always stop to chat?"
"I'm just being friendly! God, you're such a pig!"
"Fine, then what about that dress you're wearing tonight? Pretty low cut and short for a woman who isn't looking for something," John stated.
"What I wear is none of your business." John had slowly advanced on her, and she had chosen to continue stepping back away from him, towards his bedroom.
"And all the flirting tonight? The suggestive comments, the innuendo. You hugged me at least four times, including sitting on my lap, and gave me at least three separate compliments on my ass. Are you going to deny that?"
"I was being friendly. And sure, I was flirting a little," Mary admitted. "Is that a crime? You're old enough to know that just because a woman flirts it isn't an open invitation. Plus you weren't the only guy I was talking to."
"I noticed. You flirted with every unattached guy here tonight, and a couple that aren't single. I think Jen from accounting is pretty upset about what you said to her boyfriend Hugo."
"Hugo is Jen's boyfriend?" Mary asked.
"Like you didn't know. They've been together for months, and I know you hear all the office gossip. I had a nice little chat with your buddy Katie the other day."
"What did Katie say?" Mary asked. She had stopped her retreat at the open door to John's bedroom. She was very aware of his strong masculine presence, towering just inches in front of her.
"She told me how you've been bitching about not getting laid for a while. And how you complain that most of the guys you date are too polite, too wishy-washy about what they want."
"Some guys are too timid," Mary agreed hesitantly.
"I'm well aware of what you actually want. I know your type. You end up dating guys you can push around, and then you're disappointed when they don't stand up to you."
"Who I date is none of your business," Mary protested.
"I've had my eye on you for a while," John continued, ignoring her statement. "You excite me. You're smart, you're confident, and you've got a great little body. But I can tell that deep down you want a man to take control, to overpower you, and make you his," John stated confidently.
"You don't know shit about me."
John pushed her into his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his king sized bed. To avoid losing her balance she allowed herself to go where he directed her. She ended up landing on her side, losing a shoe in the process.
"I didn't appreciate that," she told him.
"I got tired of standing." Suddenly, John grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, straddling her hips.
"Stop!" Mary cried out. John didn't listen, instead moving his heavy body on top of her and pressing his mouth against hers.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," John told her when she didn't respond to his kiss.
"You can't just have your way with me because I was flirting with you," Mary protested.
"I can and I will. That's not the issue here. But I promise I won't hurt you, unless you make me."
