Rachel had known Felix for a while now. They'd met at work: he'd interviewed her when she was fresh out of uni, and been the one to show her the ropes when she got the job. She really appreciated how much time he'd invested in her, but wasn't too sure if he actually liked her or was just doing his job. Sometimes he made quite short, mean comments about the way she did things. But he'd then spend time gently explaining to her how to improve. Which side to him was the real Felix?
Felix was several years older than Rachel and ranked way above her. He liked the feeling of knowing so much more than the cute little baby of the team, and being able to show off his superior knowledge. The way her big eyes widened whenever he shut her down was really sexy, and he loved the relief in her face when he then went on to help her afterwards.
Over the months, Felix had developed a certain curiosity about Rachel. When he'd interviewed her, she'd seemed innocent and quite cute but nothing memorable. However, the more time he spent with her, the more things didn't add up. He once glanced at her as she put her blazer on, and saw a row of small bruises along her arm, at the cuff of her blouse. They looked like fingerprints. He mentally noted it but said nothing. Weeks later, he saw a similar bruise on her neck. It was quite blatantly a lovebite that she had tried to cover up with makeup. He only noticed it because he was leaning over her shoulder, showing her how to log into the new computer system. It wasn't glaringly obvious from afar. However he knew he had to say something this time.
"Rachel, what's that on your neck?" he said sharply. She turned a deep shade of pink. Should she own it or pretend not to know?
"What, sorry? I don't know what's on my neck," she lied. She remembered the guilty pleasure she'd felt as her lover sucked frantically on her neck the night before, breathing warm air into her ears and clutching her desperately as they made love. Totally worth whatever trouble she was about to get into.
"Imagine a client seeing that!" Felix exclaimed. "I know exactly what it is and so do you. I didn't have you down as a little slut, but disgusting, dirty behaviour like that should NOT be taken to work. Do you understand me, Rachel?" he fumed.
"Yes, Felix." She blushed again, especially at the word slut. Was that what she was? Maybe he was right.
Felix was furious. He had the reputation of the company to uphold. He almost sent Rachel home but decided to give her something to do as punishment instead.
"It's sir, not Felix" he snapped. "And you will not be allowed to speak to clients until that's gone. You can come to my office and sort out my paperwork for the next two days. You'll do it in silence. I don't want to notice you're there and I don't want to see that disgusting mark on your neck at any point, slut."
