Fedorov comes for me

I drowsily carry on through my workday. The headache doesn’t get much better. I start to doze off when I’m jolted awake by a pair of thick hands reaching around me and grabbing my tits.

“Tatyana.” Fedorov whispers into my ear. “I’d like to see you in my office. Alone.”

My heart races. I stand up slowly.

“Let’s go.” He says, giving me a side eye before smacking and grabbing my ass to push me in the direction of the door.

I walk in front of him towards his office.

“Very nice.” I can hear him say under his breath.

I step into Fedorov’s office. He follows me through. I get a chill when I hear him lock the door behind him.

“We had a very interesting time last night, Tatyana.” He tells me as we sit down across from each other.

“I’m sorry that I passed out.” I say. “I was really drunk.”

“There is nothing wrong with drinking so much that you pass out. Believe me, I’ve done it!” He says with a laugh, and starts to cough again, but manages to stop himself.

“I lost it when you fell over the chair!” He roars and pounds his desk, cackling.

I smile nervously.

“I guess it was pretty funny.” I say.

“But what wasn’t funny was when you refused me last night.” He says sternly.

“Did I?” I ask. “I don’t actually remember a whole lot.” I hope he can’t tell that I’m lying to him.

“You did. I wanted a kiss and you refused me.” He says. “After everything I did for you.”

“I’m sorry.” I say.

“That is good to hear.” He says. “Now, we can pick up where we left off.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean that I want you to come here, sit on my lap, and give me that kiss.” He demands.

“I don’t know, my head is killing me.” I say. “I have a really bad hangover.”

“There you go again with the excuses!” He snarls.

“I just want to do my part, that’s all.” I tell him. “And between you and Kozlov harassing me…”

“Harassing!” He roars in laughter. “I’ll show you harassing!” He pounds on his desk and rocks back and forth.

“Wait a second.” He says, his yellow eyes bulging. “Kozlov? What about him?”

“It’s really not that big of a deal?” I say.

“He is harassing you?” Fedorov asks. He is turning red with anger. “Did he touch you?”

I sit in silence.

“Answer me!” He barks.

“A little bit, but it was nothing, it…” I try to explain but Fedorov cuts me off.

“Do you want me to kill him?” He asks me.

“Kill him?” I ask in horror. “No!”

“You’re protecting him because you like him!” He roars, pounding his fists and standing up. “That motherfucker! That’s why you didn’t kiss me!”

“I don’t like him!” I tell Fedorov.

Fedorov reaches into a drawer, and slaps a revolver and a box of shells down on the desk in front of me.

“Load my gun for me.” He says coldly. “And don’t go anywhere.”

He storms out of the room and slams the door behind him.