Stakes Claim On Her

Gabrielle Once I make my way up to the third floor I'm given the list of the conference rooms I'm to clear.

Each room is being assigned a worker to get things people need during the meeting and to clean up afterward for the next one.

Basically, I just have to stand at the back of the room until someone asks me to grab them another pen because they are too stupid to bring spares and then to clean up the garbage they leave behind.

I make my way to the door marked with a gold '8' and walk in.

This room hasn't been used today yet but because of the overflow, they have scheduled a few meeting over the next couple of hours.

I start by pulling out a glass pitcher and cups from the cupboard at the back of the conference room.

I place a few cups around the table before grabbing the pitcher and heading out into the hallway.

I have to ask the receptionist, whose name I don't know, where I go to full the pitcher.

She begrudgingly tells me to go use the sink in the lounge, clearly annoyed at my having to ask.

The lounge is where the creatures would go while they are waiting for a conference room to open up.

It has some couches and tables to sit at and serves coffee and little things to eat.

I make my way around the hallway and into the small, brightly lit room.

My eyes fall on the sink at the back of the room, next to an arrangement of coffee pots and bagels.

I quickly fill the pitcher and head out.

There are far too many wolves in that room to make me feel comfortable.

After the pitcher is all set up there isn't really anything else for me to do.

So I just wait.

As I hear the door open I straighten up and clasp my hands in front of me, bending my head downwards, toward the floor.

I plan to stay as silent as unnoticed as possible until I'm needed.

The last thing I want is to piss off some arrogant wolf because he thinks I'm ‘challenging his authority’ and end up with another bruise to match the faded one I already have.

Luckily the men take their seats without even sparing me a glance.

But the moment all the men take their seats a harsh voice cuts through the murmur of their pre-meeting small talk.

"Are you blind, deaf, and stupid? Because clearly if you weren't you would have your sweet ass bent over this table filling up our glasses, seeing as you were clearly too lazy to do it before we came in.’’ I had honestly just assumed that they would have just filled their glasses themselves.

The pitcher is literally two feet

are so big they probably wouldn't even have to

of the table, has a chance to scold me again I make my way quickly over

their

discussing a lot of stuff that I don't really understand so I just focus

one is filled I place the pitcher back

I feel a strong arm

I ungracefully end up in is the one who scolded me about the empty

my chin and makes me look towards the pitcher a few feet in front of

feel him lean his head

you think is wrong with

in my

the softness of his voice, the anger is

sir’’ At this point, I was thoroughly

and I so badly wanted to slap this son of a

knows the consequences of talking back to a

"You don't know?"

as though he was speaking to a child, which I was

the pitcher and instead left us with a half-empty

nice, now is

tightening around my waist, as his other hand is placed high up on my thigh, his thumb inching under my skirt.I can feel my heart thumping

and none of these other men have said a word in

on the

feel like I am a solid two seconds away

so afraid that

I would,

he roughly shoves me out

stomach slams into the

before they can see my pain I've already snatched up the pitcher and am out

and I am safely alone I let out a long

skirt and lift it up to expose my

angry red,

chance to walk around the corner I tuck my shirt

is pressing into the

these high

head down the maze of hallways towards the lounge area

I

moving quickly, the water sloshing in the half-filled

when I round the corner I don't have time to stop myself from