Tears and fears

"Stop sneaking up on me" I lash out my hand in reflex.

"You're done" It came out as more of a question than a statement.

"Yes"

"He signed"

"Yes"

His eyes roam slowly from my head, it stops on my open button, to be precise the exposed skin beneath it, I cover my chest.

"Could you not?"

"Why leave it open then?"

"My hands were occupied, I couldn't button up. I've done as you said, I'm done"

Jason pushes me against his table and locks me there with his body.

"You haven't told me the reason"

"There's no reason except when I come back from the job, I'm emotionally, mentally, and physically drained, I'm tired, okay"

"That's simply an excuse Ms. Orlando"

"I'm done and that's all"

I push him away and head for the door.

"I wonder what you did in there"

I pause in my steps.

"Was he good at it? He's forty-six you know, married too"

"Are you accusing me of sleeping with him just to sign your files?"