Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

The moment lingered for long enough that Grant had honestly wondered whether he'd slipped a sedative into his dough. Was it possible the combination of powders with the ingredients needed for the actual cookie had managed to combine into something unanticipated? It wouldn't be the first time. But just as his thoughts turned in that direction briefly, he also knew that time would be the real measure of whether he'd succeeded or not. He watched her look at the plate, or at leas the cookies on it, with something resembling longing, before glancing back at him. And then he saw the anger. Well, I guess she heard me, at least. He thought whimsically. Elizabeth's eyes widened, at first curiously...and then she started laughing. You... ha... you can't be seri... Grant's expression stayed even. Cautious. This was technically a test, and in this case, the subject was both unwitting and unwilling in her participation as Elizabeth continued to rant at him. Justifiably, were he to be completely honest. You, uh, you're talking to me like that? Like I'm one of your porno website babes or whatever garbage it is you fill your head with instead of science? ME!?!? And you're my... at least technically my... supervisor! Supervisor, teacher, spurned male. All true. This is just... it's, it's sexual harassment! Inside the workplace. He replied calmly. Grant wasn't actually entirely sure, as he was fairly certain he could shrug it off as something induced by booze, or that she misheard. Her word against his, even if she was the daughter of the man who had all but built his department. It was at that point she slapped him. He took it, managing to keep the plate steady as she hit him again. The sting enraged him, but he managed to repress the surge of anger that welled up in him. Stay neutral, stay calm, let the cookies do their work... Remember the part where I we shouldn't risk a possible friendship by dating? Well you can forget that too, buddy. And it'll be a cold day in hell, really really cold, before I would EVER have ANYTHING to do with you like... like... that... At that point, Grant couldn't resist. He had to say something, anything, his pride swelling as Elizabeth continued to respond to what he'd said. More words for her to remember other then whatever came out of her mouth as he replied calmly and stoically to her. I'll remember you said that. It wasn't entirely calm the slaps and the insults had made his tone just a little icy. But as much as he wanted to flaunt his control, he wasn't sure it had worked yet. Plus, it would be much more fun for her to come to that conclusion herself. She glared at him, almost spitting her last words out. You are a miserable human being to speak to me like that, your party is horrible, I wouldn't want to be here within a mile of you after what you just said, but before I go, just one more. Her greedy hand reached for the plate, and Grant, ever the polite host, might've extended the plate just a little. Oh, help yourself. He replied sarcastically. Well, fake sarcastically. A normal person would've apologized, and even Grant would have under most circumstances, even to Elizabeth, for saying what he'd said. But this wasn't normal. He watched her take her requested 'stipend' for enduring the party, and Elizabeth seemingly all but stormed out. Try to say warm in bed tonight. It's supposed to be pretty hot this evening. He called after her as she left the room. It wouldn't hurt to try if she happened to be munching on another cookie it would only increase her eventual need for release. As far as he was concerned, it would be the last time she'd treat him that way. The tutorial was close to beginning, and Grant was the last to arrive. It was unlike him, but neither was it too unusual, and even with as well as he'd planned things, he was more then a little nervous to see Elizabeth again. It would be an easy session today, with discussions about the application of nanotechnology and it's potential applications for bone reconstruction, but as he walked into the room - right on time - he wasn't entirely sure what filled him with more dread. If his cookies hadn't worked, she might be filing charges, and he would have wasted a whole lot of effort to get back at her. And if they had and his command or both of them, if he were lucky had taken and she now needed to cum at his command, well, that was even more terrifying. Because he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do next, either way.