---Week 1 -- Monday---
"No, no, no!" I stammered to myself over and over again.
This had to be a dream! I was still lying in my bed, sleeping deeply, having a nightmare! This simply couldn't be real. Reality couldn't be that cruel!
I pinched myself several times, but it didn't help. I didn't wake up. No matter how hard I pinched, I was still sitting on my office chair at work.
Carlos Ortega and the new interns were long gone, but I still continued picturing them in front of me. Maybe, I hadn't looked closely enough! Maybe, it was just a random resemblance!
"No, no, no!" I stammered again, my voice rising to an angry shout.
Noticing D-Rod, I had given him a close look-over. It must have been him! And the way he had smirked at me only confirmed my presumption. There was no way around it - I had to face the inevitable.
I had fucked a student intern! Of all guys in the world, it had to be a goddamn intern! That was one of the worst things that could possibly happen to me! I had met him as a fucking pool boy, goddammit! How was I supposed to know that he was actually a college student? And of all consulting firms, he had to serve an internship in my company? This was laughable! It was too ridiculous to be true! It almost made me laugh hysterically.
What if D-Rod started bragging about his sexual conquest to the other interns? What if it did the rounds in the office? What if my CEO got wind of it? Once such a rumor gets started, there's no stopping it! I'd be branded a slut in a heartbeat!
That would be a huge roadblock for my career. Ortega would love to use it against me! You can't have a female CEO running your consulting firm with a reputation of being a slut and sleeping with her employees! That would be one hell of a competitive disadvantage on the consulting market. This is still a male dominated industry after all. Any successful woman needs a reputation as clean as a whistle.
I had worked my ass off and put everything into my career! I had pulled too many all-nighters and worked too many weekends to lose my grip on it now. At the moment, I was in an excellent position being a step ahead of my counterpart Ortega in the race of succeeding Mr. O'Bannon! However, a rumor such as me fucking an intern would be enough to annihilate any chance of ever becoming the next CEO.
But maybe, I was getting myself worked up over nothing. Maybe, D-Rod had some decency and wouldn't mention our encounter to anyone. After all, I was one of the most powerful execs in the firm. If he wanted to complete his internship, he wouldn't risk having me as an enemy! He wouldn't be so stupid, right?
These thoughts calmed me down somewhat. I didn't really have much time to waste on it anyways. There was a boatload of work on my hands already, as I had to prepare for a meeting with a project partner.
Two hours later, I was downstairs in the copy room making copies at the Xerox machine when I suddenly felt a hand on my ass! What the fuck? I hadn't noticed anyone coming into the room. Tensing up, I instantly straightened myself. I was about to scream, but I was too stunned to react.
"Hi Miss Tease, didn't know you're Mrs. Powers 'round here. Makes you even more of a hot-ass coug. You can't wait for me to tap that ass, can you? It's getting you all hot 'n bothered, ain't it?"
It was D-Rod! I instantly noticed his voice although he wasn't using his crude ghetto slang at the office. As soon as he had whispered these words into my ear, though, he let go of my ass. His presumptuous behavior left me so shocked, I couldn't even react. It took me a moment to get over my surprise and turn around, only to see D-Rod slipping out of the door. He was gone before I had a chance to address him.
It took me some moments to calm down. Leaving the copy room, the young Latino was standing on the hallway chatting with one of our secretaries, Michelle Keelan.
"Of course, Mrs. Keelan. I'm happy to help you out. I'll run those copies for you. It's not a problem at all."
He was talking to the secretary like an educated, young college student treating her like a lady. By contrast, he had called me -- the powerful exec -- a 'hot-ass coug' treating me like some random slut. What a sharp contrast! It made me feel kind of stupid and blush in embarrassment. All flustered, I rushed past them and headed to my office, trying to forget this whole ordeal had ever happened.
After lunch, I had an important meeting and assigned Taylor -- one of the other new interns - to fetch me the required folders. I was busy writing a mail when the intern stepped into my office to deliver the material. Without looking up, I simply told him to drop the files on the desk.
Suddenly, I felt a breath on my neck. This couldn't be Taylor! It had to be D-Rod! Again!
I was more surprised than anything. How did he dare! It made me angry as hell. This was the second time he was stepping over the line. It was too much! I was about to kick his ass out of the building! I wouldn't tolerate this macho behavior -- not in my office!
This time, I didn't freeze, instantly turning around on my office chair instead. But D-Rod embraced me from behind, stopping me and grabbing my tits! He held me in place, tightly squeezing my boobs and pressing my shoulders against his chest.
"Hey Mrs. Powers, you're up for some fun next weekend? You wanna let Miss Tease back out, don't you?" He muttered.
He couldn't be more wrong! I was getting beyond furious. There wouldn't be a repeat. Vigorously, I struggled against his grasp until I managed to free myself. Turning around, I looked at the young Latino with anger glowing on my cheeks. I was close to slapping his face.
"C'mon, Miss Tease!" D-Rod said with a cheeky grin. "We had fun last weekend, right? We both enjoyed it. What's your problem?"
A flash of indignation flooded over me. He was right -- at least partially. Last weekend had been fun for the both of us. I had gotten carried away and experienced a hell of a naughty adventure. Still, the situation was completely different now! We were at work, and around the office, I was the powerful business executive.
"Leave me alone!" I hissed. "What the fuck are you doing here anyways?"
"Working in your firm or standing in your office?" He taunted me in response. "I'm playing football on a sports scholarship, you know. It's your CEO's alma mater 'n he's a huge football fan rooting for our team. So he was more than glad to give his team's starting tight end an internship."
For a moment, I was taken aback by his answer. Judging by his looks and attitude, he could very well be one of those typical, pampered sport jocks that would never see a campus if not for their sports skills. It meant, however, that he was one of Mr. O'Bannon's favorites which made it much harder for me to get rid of him!
"I don't care what you're doing at college." I kept my firm stance nonetheless. "Another infringement like that and your internship's over, you understand that!"
I tried to threaten him. However, I couldn't stop running my eyes over his fit, muscular figure while doing so. He must have noticed, as he continued looking at me with a smirk on his face. He didn't react to my threat at all.
"Woah! What's the harm?" The young Latino seemed surprised by my harsh rejection. "You know you're a little exhibitionist. You got off on the plumber watching, didn't you? Why not pick up where we left of?"
"Too bad, too bad..." He mumbled while he turned around and walked out of my office.
I didn't really know what to make of that. I had threatened him, but he seemed totally indifferent to that. Hopefully, I had made myself clear enough.
For the rest of the day, I didn't see D-Rod again so I took it as a sign that he had understood my warning and would leave me alone from now on. However, I continued mulling over the situation. I had almost started drooling at the sight of this muscular stud! He was such an imposing, masculine guy. It definitely reminded me of the reasons why I had seduced the pants off this jock the last time.
I pushed these thoughts to the side, though. He wasn't a random pool boy any longer. He was an intern of mine, and his actions had been proof enough that he didn't possess any decency at all. If he couldn't hit on me at the office anymore, the chances were high that he would start bragging about our backyard romp. I had to put an end to this before it got out of hand. I had to assume control before it was too late.
---Week 1 -- Tuesday---
When arriving at work the next day, the first thing I did was to head into the interns' office which was an open-space office with single cubes. D-Rod was talking with our secretary again, helping her out with some administrative tasks.
"It's not a problem, Miss Keelan! I'm happy to take over the task for you and help you out. I'll fill out the formula and enter the data."
Once again, he acted like an eager intern willing to learn in front of the secretary. It only made the macho behavior he displayed towards me the more degrading. I was the superior here, goddamnit! Still, I patiently waited until the two had discussed all the details before I told D-Rod to come to my office straight away.
Five minutes later, the young Latino stepped into my office without knocking on the door. I braced myself for what I was about to tell him. I wanted to come off as tough as possible. I wanted him to know that I was serious about it.
"You'll be gone tomorrow!" I told him without mincing matters. "Your internship's over. Come up with some bullshit reason if you have to. I don't care! I just want you gone tomorrow!"
