A/N to follow continuation...

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"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Katniss yells at her computer screen as she begins to smash the buttons of her keyboard and click her mouse frantically. "Johanna!" she calls to the cubicle to her left in a panicked whisper.

"What?" her spiky-haired neighbor snaps back.

"Did you just get that email I sent you?" she says, her voice abnormally high-pitched.

"Yeah." Johanna pauses. "Woah, Kat that's downright raunchy." She chuckles. Katniss's stomach twists and bile rises up her throat.

"Did I send it to anyone else?" she squeaks. Johanna doesn't say anything for one long minute then.

"Holy fuck, brainless." Katniss groans at the response and sinks into her chair. "You sent an email recounting your NC-17 dream about the CEO of the company you work at to everyone in his company, including him?"

Katniss can feel the tears well up in her eyes, and her hands begin to shake wildly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." she mumbles under her breath as she listens to Johanna whistle through her teeth at the mess Katniss has made for herself.

"Everdeen!" Katniss jumps at the bark that comes from the office behind her cubicle sometime later. She turns to see her boss, Haymitch Abernathy, glaring at her from the threshold of his office door. "In my office now!" he says, before spinning around and walking out of sight. Katniss sighs before rising from her desk. When she looks to Johanna for moral support, she finds her fair-weather friend staring at her computer screen ignoring Katniss's glares.

Katniss walks into the dimly lit office. Her hands wring together and her mouth feels tacky, and she is pretty sure her knees are about to buckle.

"You wanted…to see me," she says in a whisper. Haymitch scrubs his face with his hands before gesturing to the seat across from him.

"Sit." Katniss complies quickly and rubs her moist hands on her tweed skirt. "Jesus, kid," he begins with a shake of the head. "You really dug yourself a hole this time."

"Oh God, Haymitch. How bad is it?" Her eyes wide as she pleads.

"Well I've been on the phone with my boss for close to an hour now."

"And?"

"And it didn't matter to him about all the good things you've done for this company. All he cared about was that I…"

"No no no, Haymitch, no," she whimpers as a lump forms in her throat.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, you're fired."

Half an hour later, Katniss has packed up her desk in an empty paper ream box. Johanna flashes her a 'call me' sign, at which Katniss scowls before making her way towards the elevator.

She tries to keep her eyes straight ahead and not let them stray to her former coworkers' cubicles as she passes them. Their snickers are the only good-bye they offer.

She steps into the lonely elevator and presses the door close button. She takes a deep breath before leaning over to press the L button. The elevator starts to descend as Katniss frantically tries to calculate how much she has in her savings account, and if that will make rent for a few months.

The elevator drops a few more feet before coming to a stop. Katniss expects the door to open, but a clunky sound fills the metal box then it starts to move up instead.

"What?" Katniss mutters out loud before she starts slamming the no longer lit 'L' button. But the elevator continues its climb. Ascending numbers begin to flash on the screen in front of her. 21…22…23…24…25.

Katniss begins to worry her lip, and starts to feel faint. 28…29…30.

"Oh fuck!" Katniss gasps as the elevator comes to a stop on the top floor, otherwise known as CEO Peeta Mellark's office.

The door opens, and suddenly there he is. Peeta Mellark in the flesh, with his cerulean eyes and his slightly mussed blond hair, filling out that gray suit he wears in the most delicious way.

Peeta Mellark, who has made it so Katniss must finger herself every night before bed. Otherwise she can't get the image of him and his cocky smile that he wears around the office out of her head. Even when she does finally find sleep, her dreams are filled with images of him pushing into her, sucking on her clit, or putting his cock in her mouth.

And then there was the dream last night, which she explained by email to Johanna and the company and….Gulp!

"Oh hey," he greets her, a surprised, but warm, expression on his face.

"Uh hi," Katniss manages to spit out, as she tries to twitch her lips into a smile, but she knows it comes out like a grimace.

"Sorry about that." He gestures towards the elevator. "I always feel like an ass when someone gets stuck on here when I need it." He shrugs before stepping onto the elevator next to her and pressing the 'L' button. He turns back to Katniss.

"What's all that?" He gestures towards the box in her hands. He leans over to sneak a peek inside, eyeing the framed photo of Katniss and her sister, Prim. He smiles broadly at it.

"Um." Her teeth sink into her lip again. "I…I was let go today." She swallows roughly. Peeta's eyes narrow slightly as his smile falls.

"Oh no, that's terrible. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

You've already done enough, she thinks to herself. but answers out loud with a, "No, it's ok, thanks."

The pair are quiet for a few floors, the proximity to Peeta causing sweat to bead between her breasts out of nervousness, and moisture to collect between her thighs because of his…

"Hey!" He startles her out of her impromptu fantasy. He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small stack of business cards. He flips through a few before extracting one from the pile. He hands it to her.

Katniss hesitantly takes it and looks at the embossed lettering on the cream-colored card.

Tribute Designs - Finnick N. Odair CEO.

The name is followed by an email and phone number. Katniss looks up to Peeta in confusion.

"Oh." He chuckles. "That's my buddy, Finn. He's looking for an assistant since he married the last one." He guffaws loudly and Katniss is sure she's never heard a more lovely noise. "So yeah, give him a call. Tell him I sent you and if he needs anything else he can call me." He flashes her a wide grin.

"Thank you." She palms the card in her hand, and inwardly smiles. Maybe he hasn't seen it. After all, he is helping her find another job. Hell, he probably doesn't even know her name. She just hopes she can try for this new job without him discovering the salacious email was from her.

They don't talk for the rest of the ride, but Peeta hums a chipper-sounding tune the entire time. When the elevator opens at the lobby, they exit and turn in different directions.

"Good luck with the new job," he calls to her. When she looks back, she catches sight of his sexy grin.

"Um, thank you," she says as she waves the business card in the air, then walks away.

"Oh, hey," he says, a few moments later, when she is almost at the exit. She turns and sees him begin to jog towards her. He quickly closes the distance between them coming to a stop just a few inches from her body. Katniss can feel heat rising off of him. He leans over, his mouth mere inches from her ear, causing her to suck in a sharp breath.

"You know." His voice sounds like melted sugar and it makes her heart ram against her chest. "That email." He groans softly. "I've never done that with anyone before, but since you don't work for me anymore, maybe you and I could try it sometime."

Katniss gasps as he pulls away the sexy grin again plastered on his face.

"I…uh…I…um," she stammers

"I'll talk to you soon, Katniss." he says, handing her another business card. She grabs it hastily, and when she does, Peeta winks at her and walks away. She can hear him start humming the same tune once more.

Katniss looks at the white card in her hand. This time it's his. When she turns it over to inspect the other side, her breath catches when she finds written in black ink a phone number and below it a simple message:

Call Me.