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

probably wouldn't even have to lean over to

man, who is sitting at the head of the table, has a chance

begin to fill their glasses

of stuff that I don't really understand so I just focus on the task at

the last one is filled I place the pitcher

a strong arm wrap

is the one

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

feel him lean his head down

do you think is

in

of his voice, the anger

this point, I

and I so badly

one who knows the consequences of

"You don't know?"

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

pitcher and instead left us with a half-empty

not very nice, now

placed high up on my thigh, his thumb inching under my skirt.I can feel my heart thumping in my

assaulted and none of these other men have

carrying on the meeting

you like me t-to refill it, sir’’ I feel like I am a

so afraid that I can barely

yes, I would,

sentence he roughly shoves me out

slams into

see my pain I've already snatched up the pitcher and

closes and I am safely alone

blouse from my skirt and lift it up

it’s turned an angry red, which seemed to darken with each passing

around the corner

is pressing

these high waisted

maze of hallways towards the

to go back there, but I'm worried if I take to

quickly, the water

when I round the corner I don't have time to stop myself from slamming into the person on the