Making coffee

You look at your desk, wistfully, then towards the kitchen.

Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. It's one day. It's just one day. Get through it, get out of here, and you're never coming back.

Standing by the coffee maker, tapping your foot, waiting for the pot to brew, you weren't paying attention and didn't hear Raymond come up behind you.

"Looking forward to drinks tonight?" he purred into your ear, causing you to jump. You fell back against the counter, and Raymond was there, right in front of you. more or less forcing you against the counter.

"I know I am," he said with a lecherous grin. "And later, we'll discuss dress codes. My assistant needs to project a certain... image." He leaned in, getting uncomfortably close to your neck, and inhaled. Deeply.

"You smell absolutely wonderful. Oh, and bring me a cup of that coffee you're making." You turned back to the coffee maker and felt a hard slap on your ass. You turned to see Raymond ginning like the Cheshire Cat. You glared at him as he left. The very last thing you wanted was ANY interaction with this guy, regardless of how you were dressed.

Sighing again, you poured two cups of coffee, wanting one for your self, and carried one back to Rick. "Here you go. I hope it's OK." you said.

Rick grinned. "I'm sure it's fine. Thank you." He seemed honestly happy with the cup of coffee.

Now, to deal with the other cup.