"Amy," Ian Kabra murmured, golden eyes flicking lecherously to the long, cross-country toned legs that peeped out of Amy Cahill's beige tulip skirt as she thumped across the room with the gait of an angry hippopotamus. His eyebrows lifted in mild amusement. She really was graceful.
Naturally, the infuriating woman responded with a shameless roll of those stupidly green eyes, taking her seat and swiveling it contemptuously so she was facing away from him. How rude.
"Oh, come now, we work together for Christ's sake, the least you could do is acknowledge me," Ian teased, lips quirking into a lazy grin as she flashed him her middle finger over her shoulder.
"Charming," he drawled. The broad-shouldered man swung his legs onto his desk, crossing them as he leaned back in his chair to repeat the motion with his arms. "You really are boring me this morning, love."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Amy's tone seeped sarcasm as she placed a hand before her O-shaped lips in a mockery of surprise, "have I neglected my duties to entertain you this morning, my Lord?"
"I quite like it when you call me your 'Lord'," Ian retorted with a playful incline of his head. His shoulders began to shake in silent laughter as Amy shot him a scathing glare that could've sent Columbus' ships whizzing back to Spain.
"You're so annoying," Amy muttered, turning back to her desk only to knock the contents of several pen holders onto the floor. She groaned, dropping reluctantly to her knees to retrieve her assortment of multicolored writing instruments.
With a fond smile, Ian rose from his own seat, kneeling before her to help.
"Clumsy, aren't we?" Ian taunted, absentmindedly dropping markers and pencils in the holders whilst admiring the deep scowl that was currently etched on her disarmingly pretty face.
"Rude, aren't we?" Amy spat, snatching a purple ruler out of his hand, the last of the spillage. She planted herself behind her desk once more in another attempt to complete her tasks for the day, before Ian bothered her again, eliciting a sharp glare and sharper words that only seemed to make him laugh.
And so went an average workday for Ian Kabra and Amy Cahill.