This is a challenge and it's going to be... well, not a one-shot AU. I'll try to not make it as long as 10 chapters but I'll definitely make sure there will be fluff and a plot. I dedicate this Roger/Eric fic to mcfif in Tumblr, who gave me a purpose to write this in the first place. So shower mcfif's ask box with gratitude if you'll ever like this fic!
TITLE: Coffee Addicts
PAIRING: Roger/ Eric
RATING: unknown
FANDOM: Lord of the Flies by William Golding
SUMMARY: Eric needs money to get his brother who is being held hostage somewhere far from England. A close friend offers him a job as a secretary but Roger is one hell of an intimidating boss. He tries to find the strength to make it through pay day and get his brother out sooner or later but not without softening his heart for the scariest and powerful man in the company.
Smoke bellowed from the coffee I was holding in front of me. His fingers rapidly moved on the keyboard as he stared right into my soul. I blinked a couple of times but he didn't even budge.
"How much sugar did you put in this?" His deep voice sounded quite so sexy, being echoed by the walls of his office room.
"T-two, of course," I sputtered nervously. "Two spoons. J-just the way you like, it, sir!" My breath was choppy, my sentence is flawed. What is grammar? There was only fear and I was struggling to hide it.
His head tilted to the side. The music of his tapping fingers stop. I know he could sense me, sense the fear I feel—smell it even.
He was now looming above me, invading my personal space. I could feel his breath on top of my light wavy locks. I couldn't stare up but somehow, I could feel him smirking at my weakness. Can't he just go back to his desk already? The meagre space between us wasn't helping me calm down.
Cold fingers were on top of mine now. He took the white mug and raised it to his lips.
"Perfect," he mumbled with a stunned look on his face. "It tastes as good as Simon's." He placed his mug on the saucer and walked back to his seat.
"Put it down."
Scared stiff and awfully awkward, I stepped forward and placed the cup on his right desk. Not on the left, because that's where he works. Got to remember that. That was one of Simon's first instructions to me. And he should know what's best since he was the former secretary before me. Now I know why he quitted after 15 years of being the secretary. But I do wonder how he lasted 15 years. Today's my first day and I'm close to pissing myself out of fear.
. My hand was already on the doorknob and I was about to get out. I had been in such a hurry to leave him and his coffee but suddenly...
"Thank you." He called out to me.
For the first time, I turned around and looked at his face. A small smile tugged the corner of my lips. His eyes glowed with a mixture of brown and and... orange? I can't tell, but his eyes looked like fire burning beautiful. My boss was actually handsome.
I stepped out of his office and my lungs didn't feel tight anymore. I could breathe properly now, thank God. I smiled at myself, a bit proud that I endured my first task as the new secretary pretty okay. I still have to work on hiding my fear or even eradicating it. I need this job—I need the money that will be paid to me for this job.
I need to get my brother back.
WALTER: Dear folks, I will update soon! I promise! I have duties right now. Big brother duties, that is, so... ta-ta for now!
