Re-Post. She's the office nerd, that no one has ever given a chance. He's the office heartthrob, that believes he can make any woman fall in love with him. She's not your average woman and he's about to find that out. AU-fic

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Frozen Hearts

'Cut through the heart, cold and clear.

Strike for love and strike for fear.

There's beauty and there's danger here

Split the ice apart

Beware the frozen heart'

Allie sat in her plush office chair behind the desk in her pristine corporate office. She worked vigorously on the files that currently sat in a large pile on her desk. Weeks of work that had fallen on her due to the incompetence of others. She was beginning to feel the frustration set in, when a few soft knocks sounded at her door.

"Come in," Allie called out, as she shuffled through the papers on her desk. Her glasses slipped down to the edge of her nose as the door to her office opened.

She jumped, slightly startled, when a body dropped suddenly down into one of the chairs opposite her. Looking up, she was met with the smirking face of the office's resident jackass, Jonathan Good.

"Hey, Al," he smiled deviously at her. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she continued with her paper work and typing into her computer.

"What can I do for you, Jonathan?" Her tone of voice projecting her annoyance at being disturbed by the Neanderthal sitting in front of her. "Don't you have someone else to bother? Or... Maybe... I don't know, work to do?"

"Why all the hostility?" He answered with mock offense, placing a hand over his heart. When she didn't look up, he dropped his hand back into his lap and propped his feet up on her desk. "Can't a guy come visit a coworker without being suspected of something?"

Allie glanced up at him over the rims of her glasses. "Not when it's you," she said, before swatting his feet off her desk. "And not when you've never gone out of your way to talk to me unless it was work related. So I'll ask you again, what do you want, Jonathan?"

"Why don't you call me Jon?" He asked curiously, as he leaned forward and gave her his best dimpled smile. She assumed this was his attempt at swooning her like he did the other woman in their office and she merely rolled her eyes at him as he continued. "Everyone else does. You should too."

"I'm not everyone else," Allie responded feeling her blood pressure rising. "Now will you please tell me what you want so we both can get on with our lives."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, knowing he was getting under her skin and she only confirmed that when she groan in frustration. Chuckling, Jon decided to have some mercy on the nerdy woman. Loosening his tie slightly, he spoke genuinely. "Alright, so you know the Christmas gala is coming up?"

Allie gave him a confused look, but nodded.

"Are you going?" He asked, folding his arms and resting them on the desk.

"I-," she began, but stopped, not sure how to answer. "I hadn't put much thought into it, but I most likely will. Looks good in front of the bosses." She raised an eyebrow at him and looked him up and down. "Why?"

"Well, here's the thing," he said shuffling forward slightly in his chair. "I was wondering if you would be interested in going with me."

Allie looked at him completely perplexed. He couldn't be serious. They hated each other or at least she thought they did. He was the office heartthrob, who prided himself on every woman in the office falling over themselves at a chance to speak to him or earn a dimpled smile. She was the office nerd, who prided herself on the quality of her work and her rise up the corporate ladder.

She was one of only two woman in the company that didn't fawn all over Jon. The other woman being one of the principal owners, who was happily married to their COO. She had often heard him and the other male coworkers refer to her as the librarian and plain jane. Her everyday work attire left everything to the imagination, with her button up collared shirts, buttoned sweaters, knee length skirts, dark tights, and sensible dress flats. Her blonde hair was usually pulled up in a bun or pony tail and her blue eyes were always covered by her thick rimmed glasses. The names they called her like homely, prude, and poindexter, was enough to enrage her.

"You can't be serious," she sneered at him, but it didn't seem to phase him. "Why on earth would you think I'd go with you?"

Jon shrugged and sat back in his seat, "because you need a date and I need a date. So I thought why not go together."

"Why not ask one of your Barbie trolls?" She snarked, while gathering up her papers. "I'm sure Renee or one of her demons is available."

"Eh," he said waving her off with a look of disinterest. "They don't interest me."

She scoffed at him, "and I do?"

"Yes."

"What about your friends? You three are always joined at the hip," Allie huffed, still in disbelief that this conversation was actually taking place. She didn't believe for one second that he found her interesting, but she didn't know what his game was.

"I still plan on going with Joe and Colby, but I don't feel like being the third wheel." Jon's statement caused Allie to stutter and stammer for a moment, much to Jon's amusement.

"Joe and Colby are-?" She began, but stopped, stammering to finish.

"Gay," Jon finished for her with a smirk.

"Seriously?" She squeaked in shock, eyes wide, leaning towards him.

"Yea," he chuckled. "Gay and proud and madly in love with each other."

"Wow," her eyes widened comically.

"Don't tell me you're a homophobe, Allie," he tisked at her. "That would be extremely disappointing."

"Of course I'm not," she snapped at him, offended, finally coming out of her shocked state. "I just never would have guessed that those two were gay, let alone in a relationship with each other."

"Well, they are," he smiled at her. "And now you can understand why I really don't want to play third wheel?"

"Yes, but it doesn't explain why you want me to be your date," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "What are you up to Jonathan?"

"I'm not up to anything," he chuckled in amusement. "I just want to take you to the gala. Will you go with me?"

She stared at him for a moment, before returning her eyes to the papers on her desk, "No."

"Why?" He asked bewildered. He wasn't use to women turning him down.

"Because you're vile," Allie said nonchalantly, as if she had just told him it was raining outside. "You think you're king of this castle and I don't have time for that kind of nonsense. I take my job very seriously and you and your little group of miscreants act as if you're still in high school. We're all adults and yet I'm treated as if I'm some kind of office leper, because I don't dress like Nicole or look like Renee. I would much rather go to the gala alone than with someone like you."

"I was never given a chance, so I don't see why I should offer the same courtesy." She spoke quietly, but firmly. The hurt evident in her voice, stunning Jon into silence and the smug cockiness completely gone. "If that's all you wanted, can you please leave me be? I have work to do."

Jon, not knowing what he could possibly say, nodded, though she didn't see it, and stood. He hesitated for a moment, searching for something, anything, he could say to the obviously hurt woman before him. His mouth opened and closed, almost comically, for a moment, before deciding that he had nothing to say that wouldn't worsen the situation. He turned and headed slowly towards the door, only turning back once when he reached it. When Allie never looked up from her work, he left the office and quietly shut the door behind him.

"Well?" He was immediately stopped by the excited looks of Renee and Nicole. "What did she say?" Renee asked, batting her eyes flirtatiously at him.

Jon looked back at the door for a moment, before turning back to the two women and forcing a dimpled smile. "What do you think? Come on ladies. I'm Jon Good. No one says no to me."

"And she doesn't suspect anything?" Nicole asked, a wide wolffish grin forming on her face. Jon simply shook his head, glancing back at the door, when the women began jumping excitedly. "This is going to be epic. She's gonna be so humiliated!"

Jon felt a nudged of something that felt like regret and sympathy as he turned and watched the two devious women walk away, talking animatedly about their plot. Rubbing the back of his neck, Jon blew out a harsh breath and lowered his head. "Shit." Now what was he going to do?

After her office door closed, Allie glanced up and let out a sigh of relief that Jon was finally gone. The tension in her body began to relax as soon as he left and she leaned back in her chair, removing her glasses.

As much as Allie tried to fight it and as much as she found Jon to be a complete jackass, she couldn't deny the butterflies that filled her stomach whenever he was around. She couldn't deny that Jon was extremely gorgeous, but the problem was... he knew it. He used his looks and that damned dimpled smile to his advantage and women fell for it.

Allie often found herself battling between wanting to kiss him or slap him. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, but she refused to be another number in his little black book. Not that she had any shot of that, because she was far from his type. What she told him was true. She did find him and his friends vile and even if she found him attractive his arrogance and womanizing made him just as unattractive.

Her conversation with him played through her mind as she struggled to understand what game he was playing. She wasn't naive. She knew that he was up to something and knew that it would most likely result in humiliation for her.

Another knock at her door, brought her out of her thoughts and she called for whoever it was to enter. She smiled when the grinning face of her best friend, Steph, peaked around the open door at her.

"'Ello, wench," the green eyed, brunette spoke in an exaggerated British accent as she entered the room.

"'Ello, wench," Allie returned with an equally exaggerated accent. "What are you doing here?"

"Well it's the lunching hour and I thought you might be hungry after working that oversized brain of yours all morning," Steph answered as she sat in the same chair Jon had just vacated. "So I left Sami to run the shop and thought we could go grab lunch."

Allie chuckled lightly at her friend, replacing her glasses on her face, "Sounds good. Where to?" She stood, Steph following suit, and retrieved her purse and coat.

"Sushi?" Steph asked, as they moved out the office door and towards the elevator.

"Perfect," the blonde smiled, but it quickly dropped when they passed Jon, who kept an intense unreadable eye on her.

The exchange not going unnoticed by Steph, who turned to Allie when they reached the elevators. "What was that about?"

Allie sighed, as they stepped into the elevator. "I'm not really sure, but I'll explain it to you once I have food in front of me." Steph chuckled and nodded as the doors closed and the girls headed to lunch.

A/N: I apologize greatly for taking this story down, but after a long hiatus and some very heart felt messages from some of my readers, it's back! Please leave some love and to those who have never read Frozen Hearts before, I hope you enjoy!