Megan locked the office door, happy that another long day was over. While she enjoyed her job and counted herself lucky, it had been a stressful nine hours and she was looking forward to heading home and curling up with a good book.
Megan was a short woman in her mid-thirties, happily single. She had been married once, a terrible choice that she was relieved to have put behind her. Her hair was chestnut brown, which she had cut into a pixie when her divorce was finalized but had grown out somewhat since then. Her blue eyes were piercing, standing out clearly against her pale skin. She was a slight woman, she worked out several times a week and was thankful she'd lost the stress weight her marriage had put on her frame.
She had put the last of the day's files away and clicked the light switch as she hoisted her bag and headed for the back door when it suddenly opened and the new guy stepped inside.
This was nothing unusual. Most of the guys ran oddball shifts, and came and went from the office all the time. As she looked at him, she realized she recognized him. A few years ago she had been working at a bar, and he was on staff. What was his name again?
He was short, surprisingly so. She thought she remembered him being taller. His once dark hair seemed somewhat faded and thinned, though it was hard to see under the cap he was wearing. He had the same brown eyes of course, with a few extra wrinkles on the edges. He was thick but not fat, the kind of guy who could pick up her desk and carry it without breaking a sweat. He was clean-shaven and looked to be in his late forties, maybe early 50s. Megan had never been a good judge of age. He didn't look much older than he had those years ago, though.
He took off his cap and ran one hand through his hair, which was wet and definatly thinner than it was a few years ago. The rain must have started again. He glanced over and saw Megan.
"It's a mess out there," he said, wiping his shoes on the mat. "Freezing rain everywhere. Truck nearly went off the road on my way back."
"I'll be careful," Megan said, as she headed for the door.
"You can't go out in this!" he said, stepping in front of her and slamming the door shut suddenly, startling her. She backed up a couple steps, shocked to be so close to him.
"It's just a bit of rain," Megan protested.
"It's just a lot of rain," he countered. "Give it a few minutes and maybe it will let up." He paused, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Rob, by the way. Not sure if we've been formally introduced."
He must not recognize me, she thought. "Megan," she said, taking his hand. It felt a bit rough, and very strong, like if he wanted to he could break her hand. Of course he didn't and simply gripped it firmly as they shook.
"So you are the office girl, huh?" Rob said.
"Yes," she replied. "When you're done at the end of the day this is the basket your paperwork goes in. It gets processed the next business day so as long as I have it by 8 a.m. you're good."
Megan wasn't sure why, but Rob was making her nervous. Was he starting at her? It must be her imagination, but she could feel his eyes examining her. She suddenly wished she was wearing her coat.
Megan felt a flush creeping up her cheeks. When she was younger, she'd had fantasies of being "taken" by strangers, the product of a nearly nonexistent sex life. She'd never acted on the fantasies, of course, as in real life such a thing would be incredibly dangerous.
So now, standing in a dark office with someone who was nearly a stranger, and a man, she couldn't help but think of those dark daydreams. She walked back into the office, wanting to get away from him and her runaway imagination. She reached for the light switch, when Rob grabbed her hand to stop her. She jumped, pulling back her hand, but he held on to it. It felt like there was a slight electic current running between them.
"Sorry," he said. "I just like it better dark." His thumb stroked her hand. She tried pulling it away again, but he held it firmly.
"Um, can I have my hand back, please?" Megan said. She meant it to come out like a command, but it came out more like a question. Rob smirked.
"No, I think I'll keep it," he said, but then he let go. She rubbed it nervously. She was getting a really weird vibe from Rob, and wished she wasn't alone with him in the office. In the dark. Her fear and, horrifically, her desire were both starting to increase. Forget the rain, she needed to get out before something happened.
She moved past Rob, heading for the door again. One of his thick arms shot out against the wall, stopping her. She tried ducking under it quickly, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt a hand on her waistline and suddenly she was facing Rob, much too close for comfort.
"Let go of me!" Megan said.
His hand relaxed, but didn't let go. He caressed her side. She tried wiggling away but there was nowhere to go, she realized she was between the wall and him and he was pressing up against her, one of his legs between hers, keeping her legs open. Her heart rate began to speed. These things didn't happen in real life.
"What...what do you think you are doing?" Megan said, trying to push his hand off her side. His other hand slid down and across her stomach and was moving dangerously close to her breasts. Megan knew she had to get away, right now. She put both her hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as she could.
Rob stumbled backwards a couple feet. Megan took off for the door, wrenching it open, but before she was out she felt an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth, stifling her yell.
"That wasn't very kind of you," Rob hissed in her ear. "You ought to be nicer to your coworkers." He kicked the door shut again, and it slammed with a sound of finality. Megan was panicked. She racked her brain, trying to remember if she hadn't seen any of the guys yet and they might be heading in. But her heart dropped as she realized every one of them had already returned, dropped off their work and headed out.
No one else was coming in that night.
Rob pulled her effortlessly back towards the office. Megan was struggling as hard as she could, but it wasn't making any difference. He pulled her into the side office and shut the door with his foot, then pushed Megan up against the desk.
