Naughty Revenge made her fall – part 1

Still awfully cute, for a nut job.

I watched her all afternoon. I felt like a damn stalker. Hell, who am I kidding, I was. It was that damn red M&M. I kept waiting for her to eat it. She always ate all of them, before she left at 4:30, on the dot.

It was 4:28, and three M&Ms remained. Red, yellow, brown. Nova had already turned off the computer, and cleared her desk. A spotless surface except for those three colorful chocolates. She suddenly reached out and grabbed all three of them, putting them in her mouth.

That lasted a good 5 seconds before she was spitting them back out into her hand. She put the red one to the side, and popped the other two back into her mouth. I saw her trembling hand pick up the last lonely survivor. She opened her drawer, pulled out a napkin and patted it dry.

She pursed her lips and blew on it, examining it carefully for damage. I watched her open her center drawer and pull out the pillbox. She glanced up at the clock, placed Red back into the plastic home, and locked her away. The clock still read 4:30, the second hand sweeping past the nine. She grabbed her purse and keys, running through the door. On time as always.

I stayed late. Very late. Doing something I should have done months before.

* * *

I strolled in around 9:40. We have flex hours, 9:30 to 4:30 the core hours when everyone is supposed to be in the office. I usually make it by 9:30, but I wasn’t a stickler. We didn’t punch a time clock, and as long as you’re in the right ballpark, nobody cares about a few minutes now and then.

Nova was sitting in my office. “It’s 9:42,” she said, exasperated.

There was a little pyramid of Kisses in the middle of my desk.

“I’m sorry.” I was. I imagine those 12 minutes were hell for her.

I sat in my chair, the desk between us. “Kisses for me?”

She grinned. “Chocolate only, if you can’t be on time.”

Flirting. Cute. Adorable. “I won’t be late again.”

She ran her hands across my cleared desk. Nothing but a monitor, a keyboard, a mouse, and my phone. She looked around the office. Spotless. “Did you do this for me?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you come in here.”

She smiled, and stood up. “You didn’t just throw it all in a drawer, did you?” She opened the overhead cabinets, seeing all my books neatly stacked. She reordered a couple of them, and moved to my drawers, opening them and looking inside. She had to make a change everywhere, stacking pads, moving a stapler, shifting empty folders to the back of the full ones, instead of the front.

When she closed the last one, she went back to her chair, sitting back, relaxed, obviously happy. “Must have taken you a while,” she said.

“And then some.”

She stood again, leaning over the desk toward me. It was cleavage day, and I got quite a nice glimpse of flesh. “That was sweet,” she said softly. She reached out and pulled the top Kiss off my neat little pile. She opened it slowly, pulling the little piece of white paper out and straightening it, then stretched across and put the chocolate to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted her little gift. Nova rolled the foil into a tiny ball, and dropped it in the garbage can. She ran the paper through her fingers, until it was nice and straight.

“Be on time tomorrow, or no kisses for you.”

I watched her on camera during the day. Not compulsively like the day before, but occasionally, smiling to myself each time she changed the pattern of her piles or ate another one. She had the little pillbox out, pushed back out of view, behind her pill piles.

I stopped by and chatted a moment, looking at her neat little groupings. “How’s Red?”

She blushed. She pulled the little clear box forward. “I couldn’t do it. She’s not a candy now. She’s the queen of M & M&Ms.”

“Lucky girl. Get to sit up here with you all day.”

“How were the kisses?” she asked.

“Sweet as always. Melt in your mouth goodness. Not as nice as yesterday’s of course.”

“No? That’s too bad. Next time I might have to look for a new brand.”

By the end of the day, her pile was gone, and at 4:30, Red was in her protective box, hidden in a drawer, and I was online doing a little shopping for my M&M girl.

* * *

I was at my desk at 9:20. At 9:30 on the dot, Nova walked in looking around the office, obviously checking to see if I’d maintained it in good order. She closed the door, until it was open only a couple of inches.

She walked over to the window and adjusted the blind so it was even at the bottom, and ran her hand down the slats, making sure they were all in place. Turning back to the desk, she opened her bag and took out four Hershey kisses. She put three in a neat little triangle, and turned the fourth one upside down in the middle. Exactly the same as the day before.

“There’s one missing,” I observed brilliantly.

She leaned against the desk next to me. “Goodness. I guess there is. We’ll have to fix that.” She leaned in and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips. Nothing crazy, only a soft pucker, not even any tongue.

Even so, she had my heart racing.

“Better?” she asked, turning to the door.

“Yes. I like that brand a lot better.”

She laughed while opening the door. “I’m sure you do. Enjoy your kisses.”

I watched my girl during the day, playing with her candy, entertaining Red, and going through her typical work day. I spaced my own kisses out during the day, imagining replacing each with a real kiss. My new favorite brand.

I left a note on her desk. “Wait for me, before you get your M&Ms.“

* * *

At home my package had arrived. $65 for less than a pound, rush, overnight delivery. Expensive. My adorable admin was definitely worth it.

* * *

I showed up early, knowing that she’d probably get edgy, breaking up her routine. At 7:58 she was organizing her space, unlocking her drawers, putting her purse in the back of the bottom right, and hanging up her jacket. At 8:00 she was seated at her desk. She looked up at the clock, moved her mouse and logged into the computer.

I stopped by a couple of minutes later. “Let me know when you’re going to get your snacks,” I said.

She barely looked up, scrolling through her email. “Nine o’clock.”

At nine, Nova was standing in my door, punctual as always. I got up and walked with her to the break-room. She walked over to the M&M jar, and I stopped in front of it, reaching into the cupboard, top shelf. I brought down the jar and passed it to her.

She was nicely surprised. I watched her open the wide mouth jar, dipping her hand in and retrieving a fist full of M&Ms. Three colors only, light pink, dark pink and red. She lifted one up and looked at it. On the reverse it had my name, Ethan. She grinned. “Your brand?”

I nodded. “Not near as nice as yours, but I thought you might like to give it a try.”

She shook her head. “I can’t eat these.”

I closed the jar, and put it on the top shelf. “You have to, or I won’t let you see the next batch.”

She laughed, such a sweet carefree sound. She was beautiful when she laughed. “Ok, I’ll give them a try. It’s going to be hard to beat the originals.”

“A try is all I ask.”

She retreated to her desk, and I watched her play with her new M&Ms, sorting and organizing them. At 9:30 she walked into my office, giving a quick look around. She partially closed the door, came over beside me, her cute bottom resting on my desk, and put three Kisses on my desk.

I pouted. “I was gypped.”