His Girl~
Late nights in the office were a regular occurence for Margaret Tate. Falling asleep with bare feet resting on her desk and an unread manuscript in her lap wasn't an oddity either and now, at gone 2am, that was exactly what she was doing. The only thing that was out of place was the fact that Andrew Paxton had just entered the room and he was edging further in to check if his boss was really asleep. He checked his watch and moved forward until he was touching her desk.
"Margaret?" he whispered, chucking the read through manuscripts he was holding down on her desk. When no reply came from her he allowed himself to take in her sleeping form. He hadn't seen his boss like this before. The usual look she wore on her face was softened in sleep and her hair was loose and wavy. No one would guess that she was the bitch that ran the office, who was nicknamed the Bitch from Hell by all her employees. She looked vulnerable almost, and Andrew felt something different to the usual hatred towards her. This was the first glimpse of her that proved she was actually human, not some emotionless robot.
He'd always known that Margaret was a good looking woman, beautiful even, but she was off limits. He didn't even like her, let alone think about her in any other way than the bitch that just so happened to be his boss. Now though, he felt things shifting. The scary thing was he didn't know where.
As he watched she crossed her ankles and shifted so that her head was resting on her hand. He froze, hoping she wasn't awake but when her eyes remained closed her let out a relieved sigh. Then she spoke. "Keep staring at me, Andrew, and I'll personally castrate you." She said and he smiled before turning to leave.
That was his girl.