Jean takes out the pen preparing to write something particularly nast, than stops herself.
Jenny was a good worker. And it would be ashame to loose her. It’s not like the prank was that bad anyway. Maybe it was the rational female part of you now. But you were willing to let it go. However a small male part of your brain still wanted some revenge.
And that part asserted itself as Jenny opened the door and you wrote: (Jenny is now in love with me (Jean)) and the ink vanished from the paper.
The door stopped. And then opened slowly this time. Jenny stuck her head in. She was obviously blushing.
“Can I come in Jean?” She asks you.
‘Yes’ you respond now writing: (I am now Jenny’s boss as opposed to just her co worker) and sliding the again blank paper to the side of the table.
Jenny stepped into your office, still red with embracment. And walked over to your desk. You try to ignore the fact she is obviously trying not to stare at your boobs as she walks to the chair infront of you. She sits in the chair across from you and crosses her hands in her lap. She looks around the room trying not to meet your gaze. She hasn’t stopped blushing since she entered and is obviously nervous.
You play with the pen for a few minutes waiting for Jenny to say something. When she doesn’t you decide to make her. ‘Well?’ You ask. ‘Something you want to say to me?’
“Im Sorry For Pranking You!” Jenny yells out at full volume bowing her head.
The sudden motion causes Jean to drop the golden pen. However she managed to catch it before it rolled off the table. Sighing you place it in your breast pocket and Jenny blushes harder.
“Sorry” she says looking down and sitting straight.
‘Really’ You say ‘it’s fine’
“But it’s not” says Jenny slams her hand on the table.
You nearly fall back in your chair.
“What I did was awful” she continues closing her eyes.
It REALLY wasn’t that bad a prank. Even YOU were laughing at the time. Your pretty sure she didn’t feel THIS bad about it until you wrote that she was in love with you. She may have been coming in earlier to apologize though.
You sigh. You couldn’t stay mad at Jenny. Plus she looked so cute to embarrassed by your very presence.
‘I forgive you’ you finally say.
Jenny’s face lights up in a smile and she reaches over your desk like she was going to hug you across the table.
Her face turns even redder and she snapped her arms to her side.
“Thank you Jean” Jenny says.
She stands up and walks out of your office in a ridged motion, closing the door behind her.
Even through the door you could hear her exited at your forgiveness. You place a hand at your temple.
You did you make her in love with you?
You had to make this right.
You pull the pen out of your breast pocket and prepare to write: