Hello, everyone! I decided to write this after getting inspired by one of those AU prompts on tumblr. The prompt was 'write about a one night stand before the first day of your new job and oops, that was your boss that you were sleeping with.' I edited it and changed it to a one night stand before the first day of a job interview to spice things up (pun totally not intended).

I seriously had fun with this and I hope you guys will love it too :)

Reviews are always appreciated!

Warning: This is strongly rated T for subtle sexual situations.


The smoke from the bar stung her eyes and she had to keep blinking to ward away the forming tears. She couldn't understand how her friend managed to enjoy this as Merida was in her element, yelling insults at the other men and subtly flirting with the barman who was more than happy that her attention was on him. She just couldn't seem to comprehend why anyone would want to drink alcohol, the liquid burning down her throat and left her gasping.

The hem of her purple dress barely reached her knees, forcing her to tug it down whenever it started riding up. But then it left her cleavage spilling out in an obscene way and she really didn't want to give the hot-blooded males in the bar any ideas.

In short, Rapunzel was uncomfortable, and her best friend's efforts to cajole her were in vain.

"C'mon, ye could at least try ter have fun," Merida said, sipping on her third glass of dry beer.

The blonde woman mumbled, ducking her head down as slim fingers went to the hem, inwardly cursing herself for even buying a dress like that.

Still too much cleavage.

"Ah can't hear ye, wee lamb, ye gotta speak up," the red head said, emphasizing on the last word.

Rapunzel sighed. "I said I feel uncomfortable."

The Scot tilted her head to one side, regarding her friend. "Is it about yer mum?"

The blonde flinched, raising her eyes to level a glare at Merida. The red head lifted up her hands in surrender.

"Don't give me that look, Ah was just asking."

Rapunzel knew that and she sighed again, shifting in the bar stool. "It's not that."

"Then whot is it?" her friend asked, teal blue eyes wide with concern. "Ye know ye can tell me anything and Ah won't judge."

The blonde stared wistfully at the clock, noting that there was still an hour before her deal with Merida was up and her best friend would allow her to head back their shared apartment.

"It's just getting late and I have a job interview tomorrow," Rapunzel said, absentmindedly taking a sip of beer. The drink made her scrunch her face up and she shuddered, setting the glass down with a firm thud.

"Och, lass, don't ye worry, ye'll do great," she said and peered back to the bar. "Hang on, Ah think this drink isn't what ye need – Will! Some Cosmos if ye please!"

Rapunzel blanched and shook her head, plastering a bright smile on her pink colored lips. "N-no, I'm fine, Mer, really."

The barman however, didn't seem to hear her, instead rushing to take Merida's order after giving her a not so subtle wink.

"What do you want me to do? Wake up hammered the next day?" the blonde accused, green eyes narrowed.

Her friend only shrugged and smirked devilishly. "It's ter get ye loosened up a little 'fore we head to the club."

Rapunzel shook her head when the drink arrived and after some cajoling from Merida, she took a tentative sip of her drink.

This time, there was no burning sensation, just a slight buzz when the alcohol hit her system. She felt lightheaded but pleasantly so, as if her mind were finally free from all of its burdens.

She giggled and saw the redhead nod encouragingly as she stood up. "C'mon, lamb, time ter put all yer bad memories behind and go dancing."

A part of her that still maintained a shred of sanity told her not to do it, that she was going to do something she truly regretted. But the other part of her, the part that silently had enough of life telling her what not to do reared up at the mention of fun.

Against her better judgement, she followed Merida out of the bar and into a waiting cab.

~~O~~O~~

The music here was louder than the mellow tunes of the bar, LCD lights shining and piercing the darkness like lasers. The atmosphere at the Pink Slip was rowdier too, with men and women dancing, grinding up against each other and scantily clad waitresses delivering drinks to their leering customers.

"Mer, what place is this?" Rapunzel asked, through the haze of alcohol and the loud thrumming of bass.

"A club, whot did ye think?" her friend replied, pushing aside people as if they were nothing but props. Rapunzel apologized for them whenever someone threw them a dirty glare and she rushed forward, tugging on Merida's hand to slow her down.

Her friend only waved her along, turning to give her an impatient smile, face illuminated by the unnatural blue light and mysterious smoke. Her hand slipped from the sleeve of her best friend's leather jacket and as fast as lightning, she lost Merida in the throbbing crowd.

"Mer?" she called out, walking in the general direction that her friend had taken.

Without looking, she bumped back into someone. The person swore and she turned around with wide eyes, apology on the tip of her tongue.

Her words failed when she saw who she had bumped into, all thoughts flying out the window except for one; glaring in her mind like neon lights and pulsing with undeniable attraction.

Holy smokes, he's hot.

The man before her was tall and lithely built as if he did parkour or swimming in his free time. His face was chiseled, a masculine jaw offsetting a charming, boyish face. On anyone else, it would have appeared unusual but on him, it strangely seemed to fit. Bright, white teeth glinted under the club's lighting, matching the color of his pure white hair.

He looked up, jaw clenched in annoyance but changed when he caught sight of her.

"Hey," he said, and even through the loud music, she could hear his voice. It was warm, deep and made a shiver ran up her spine just hearing it.

"I-I'm so sorry," she said, gaze running up and down his form, trying to see if she had accidentally spill anything on him.

He gave her an easy grin, one filled with mischief. "It's alright. It isn't everyday that I get a drop dead gorgeous girl bumping into me."

"Really? Not when you're this good looking?" she asked in disbelief. Her words caught up with her and she flushed, eyes cast downwards.

Did she actually just say that?

Mortified, she turned to walk away but his hand came to wrap around her wrist, grounding her there. She looked up to find him smirking, causing her heart to flutter in her chest. His touch left a fiery imprint on her skin, leaving it tingling even after he had let go of her wrist.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"R-Rapunzel," she said, staring up into his eyes which were a wonderful shade of Arctic blue.

"I'm Jack," he said, grinning.

"Jack?" she blurted out, the words tumbling out even as she begged her mouth to shut up. "As in, Just Jack?"

His grin widened and he even chuckled. "Yup, just Jack."

"No last names?"

"None that I can share."

"Afraid I might recognize it in the papers?" she teased. "Maybe in the breaking news section?"

He placed a hand on his heart, as if offended. "And here I thought I would be sharing drinks with someone who wouldn't even suspect."

"You wanted to share a drink?" she asked, feeling her heart starting to beat faster. "Well, why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have even mentioned it."

She was surprised to find herself unabashedly flirting back, her hand unconsciously placed on his arm. Rapunzel flushed again, drawing her hand down but he caught it, unwittingly shocking her with his touch.

"Now that you mentioned it," he said, smirking, "I would like to find myself in your presence for a little while longer. So, how about we head to the bar?"

A little while longer turned into an hour filled with teasing and flirting over some gin and tonic. Rapunzel found herself liking the drink even if it made the lightheaded sensation increase which in turn led to more giggling, laughter and heated stares between the both of them.

Her phone buzzed, cutting Jack off from a joke he was telling and she glanced down, thinking it was Merida. Instead, it was her step-mother.

Don't think this is over, you still have some explaining to do. And don't even imagine for a second that I would let you go on your own that easily.

Anger coursed through her and she shut her phone with an annoyed click, switching it off for good measure.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, placing his hand on her bare shoulder. His touch awoken something in her, something that she had never felt before.

"No," she admitted, trying to get a leash on her hormones and – goddammit, must he have attractive lips as well?

"What happened?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern.

She shook her head, not wanting to ruin her night by deliberately recalling her problems.

"Do you need me to do anything? Get you another drink?"

Rapunzel didn't know what came over her, she was never those sort of girl's that her step-mother detested. She was never the type of girl to do what she was about to do; never the type to drown herself in another person's touch and lose herself like this.

No, she wasn't even remotely those type of girls. But right now, she didn't care.

"Distract me," she whispered through a half lidded gaze as she leaned forward, catching his lips with hers.

Jack made a noise of surprise, but kissed her back, rough hands going to her hair as his fingers wrapped around her waves, latching her closer to him. The music faded, the rowdy shouts quietened, and all she could feel was his skin on hers, his lips moving with unrestrained passion.

It left her breathless. It left her yearning.

She gasped when she felt his teeth nibbling her lower lip and Jack took advantage of her surprise, tongue peeking out to tangle with hers in a dance that was as foreign as it was erotic.

Her hands trailed down from his neck, to dip under the collar of his plain t-shirt, fingers brushing hotly against his cool skin.

He made a noise of approval as his other hand hooked around her knee, bringing a leg up around his waist, her back hitting solid concrete.

Rapunzel's head was spinning, from the alcohol and from the dizziness that his kisses brought. His touch sent electric sparks on her skin, travelling all the way to her lower stomach where she felt the queerest sensation, as if someone had lighted a flame that constricted her womb.

It engulfed her and she gasped, whispering his name and he leaned down, leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck.

Head spinning, breaths shallow. The music was much too loud, much too soft. His hands all over...she needed more – no, she wanted more.

She broke the kiss, taking in mused white hair and fiery Arctic eyes.

"Your place or mine?" he said, fingers splayed on the soft skin of her thigh, the heat that emanated from his palm sent goosebumps down her skin.

Rapunzel didn't know what he meant but she was willing to guess that it had something to do with taking it further.

"Yours," she whispered heatedly, smashing her lips against his once more.

~~O~~O~~

Rapunzel awoke, disorientated with her head throbbing. It felt as if there was a jack hammer in there, pounding away.

Her lower body felt tender and with a grimace she remembered that there had been a Jack pounding away down there as well. She glanced over at her side, finding him fast asleep, one hand carelessly thrown around her waist.

Disentangling herself from his grasp, she made her way silently down his bed, the room too dark for her to make out anything but the various lumps on the floor. She picked up her underwear, throwing them on haphazardly as she struggled with the zipper of her dress. Pulling it over, she walked to the door, opening it as quietly as she could, minding the soft 'click clack' of her high heels.

The door creaked and she froze. Jack mumbled and turned over, his back to hers and she let out a small breath of relief.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way down the lavish hall, noting the walls that were covered with pale blue wallpaper and the shelves of books lining the living room halls. If she hadn't been so busy distracted by his wondering touches, Rapunzel was sure that she would have been fascinated by his collection.

Thankfully, he had switched off his house alarm and she managed to get past the door with nothing but a stubbed toe and a few curses.

She took the lift down, cursing when she realized that she had forgotten her clutch. Making her way up again, she sneaked into his house, taking the offending object and scampering back to the lift as quietly as she could.

In the lift, she exhaled, leaning her back against the cool metal. When Jack mentioned 'his place' she had expected it to be a shabby apartment block in a shady neighborhood because of the way how he dressed. She knew that casual jeans, t-shirt and sneakers didn't necessarily equate to his economic value but she hadn't been expecting this.

She certainly didn't envisage a lobby-man, security cameras, huge living rooms and even an indoor Jacuzzi. A hot flush spread across her cheeks, remembering what exactly they did in the Jacuzzi.

Lips brushed on her neck, teeth leaving an imprint.

Her voice trembled when she told him she had never had sex in water before and all he did was chuckle, a rich, warm sound that went straight to her womanhood. Whispered promises of how it would feel good, and then, a twinge of pleasure...

Rapunzel flushed as she shook off the memory, the ache between her thighs much more pronounced now.

She leaned her cheek on the cool metal as she fished out her phone, surprised to find ten missed calls from Merida and another angry text message from her mother. She ignored the message and pressed the call button, thankful when Merida's voice answered a moment later.

"Punzie! Thank goodness," her friend sighed. "Where have you been?"

The blonde didn't know what to tell her friend, afraid that Merida would press too much when she knew that Rapunzel had followed someone home. But if she didn't conjure up a believable story, her friend was bound to suspect and she didn't want her finding out some other way.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she gritted out the truth.

"I went home with someone."

Silence at the other end of the line before Merida guffawed.

"Oh my God, Punz, barely even a week you've been here and you've already got yerself some."

Rapunzel shook her head but realized that the Scot couldn't see.

"Could you just come and pick me up?"

"Ah thought ye had a car," her friend replied pointedly.

"Mer, did you seem to forget that I came with you on your bike?"

"Uh...alrigh' then, wait for me, Ah'll be there in a bit."

~~O~~O~~

The paranoia of being watched constantly followed her as she stood by the street, waiting for her friend. Checking her phone clock, she grimaced to find that it was already three in the morning.

A man walking down the street made eye contact with her and she stiffened in fear, hoping that he would just leave her alone. It was bad enough that she had gone home with some random guy she had just met; life didn't need to throw her more proverbial crap by putting her in another dangerous situation.

The man ignored her, walking past by, eyes pointedly cast down and she let out a small breath.

Headlights washed the gray pavement, the familiar sound of Merida's bike filling her with relief.

The Scot whistled when she caught sight of the building before her. "Ye sure know how to pick up some guys, Punzie."

The blonde put on her helmet, ignoring her friend's joke and hopped behind her. Merida kicked her bike into gear and they were soon speeding down the road.

"Promise me you won't talk about this on the way back," she pleaded.

Merida shrugged and she could literally feel her give a smug smile. "No promises."

Rapunzel groaned in exasperation, knowing that she will never hear the end of it once Merida knew the details of her one night stand. "Fine, I'll do the dishes for the whole week, tops."

"Okay, but ye gotta give me the juicy deets tomorrow, alrigh'?"

The blonde grudgingly agreed, if only to keep her quiet.

There was no way in heaven or hell that Merida would know how carnal things actually got between her and Jack. One night stand? Correction: more like the best sex of her life.

~~O~~O~~

The next morning past by in a blur as Merida woke Rapunzel up for her interview. If she wasn't in such a hurry, the blonde would have found it disconcsrting and borderline strange that Merida had actually risen up earlier than her and was helping her with her morning routine.

"The things Ah do fer ye, lamb," her friend sighed as she tossed a granola bar to Rapunzel. The blonde failed to catch it and it hit her head with a small 'thunk', not doing anything to ease the throbbing headache from her hangover.

Rapunzel winced when she heard the blender going off in the kitchen, the sound doing wonders to stir up her empty and nauseous stomach.

"If you didn't drag me out to 'have fun', you wouldn't be up by now," she retorted, fixing her hair up in a messy bun while applying some eyeliner at the same time.

The results were not what she had envisioned but for someone in her predicament, messy hair and too thick eyeliner was almost presentable.

She cursed when she accidentally dropped her blush, the bright pink pancake shattering to pieces upon impact on the wooden floor. Sighing, she gathered the remains and swirled her fluffy brush over it, grateful that the blush still packed enough color to enliven her zombie pale cheeks.

The blonde grabbed her purse and headed out from her room, bumping into Merida in the process.

The Scot managed to avoid her just in time, the cup she was carrying nearly flying to the ground.

"Jesus, lamb, ye gotta relaxed. And here." She thrust the cup into Rapunzel's face and she obediently drank, nearly gagging at the taste.

"What is that?" she said, eyes watering from the strong taste and smell.

"Tomatoes and eggs. They help with hangovers. Can't have ye slurring yer boss' name on the first day, can Ah?"

"Are they raw?"

"Yup, now drink up."

"Ugh." Rapunzel made a face but finished the concoction anyway, hoping and praying that this didn't make her throw up at work. "And I just brushed my teeth."

"Och, quit yer whining and get to work," Merida scolded as she helped Rapunzel into her pastel purple jacket. Her friend stopped, twirled her around to better scrutinize her.

"The color purple's too juvenile but on ye it looks fine."

"Thanks," Rapunzel said, smiling sincerely as she raced out of the door. "And remember, if my mother calls-"

"Ah'll say yer not home, gotcha," Merida said, returning her smile. "Now, get! Or ye'll be late!"

She chuckled and closed the door, rushing to the apartment's car park area, located her tiny Beetle and quickly sped off.

~~O~~O~~

The parking lot of her new work building was limited but she managed to find a spot, rushing out of her car and into the lift. She sighed and straightened her clothes, touched up her hair and smoothed back any flyaways.

She tested her breath, wincing when it came out smelling of tomatoes and god knows what else beside the eggs. The elevator 'pinged' and she was soon face to face with her potential work place.

'St. North Travelling Agencies' was written in golden, gilded letters against a wooden paneling, the sound of splashing water from a nearby fountain calming her nerves. She gathered herself, giving her outfit a quick once over before pushing open the door. The merry tinkling of bells greeted her once she entered, along with the strong smell of a pine air freshener.

"Why, hello. You must be Miss Corona."

Rapunzel turned to find a short, petite woman with the color of rainbows in her hair standing behind the desk, bright smile in place.

"Uh, yes, I'm here for the ten o'clock interview," she said as she fiddled with the string of her purse.

"Mr. North's nephew will be with you shortly," the receptionist said, extending her hand. "By the way, I'm Thia, but most people call me Tooth because-"

She flushed and gestured to her desk. Rapunzel had to do a double take when she realized that miniature teeth models and books on teeth were scattered all over her desk. The blonde glanced up in disbelief.

"-I have a thing for teeth."

The young woman huffed a laugh, running a finger over an incisor. "It's alright, I have a thing for suns too," she said with a shrug.

Tooth's demeanor instantly brightened and she nodded. "It's almost like an obsession, right?"

Rapunzel wouldn't exactly call it an obsession, just that she loved drawing suns. Purple suns, pink suns, cut out suns, anything and everything to do with that ball of gas and light. However, she noticed that there was a trend when it came to her art - every single sun constantly had eight rays even if she could add more. She guessed that it had something to do with making her art seem much more aesthetically pleasing.

"Oh, but look at me, talking about things that have no relation to work," she said and tittered. She drew Rapunzel to a seat, literally plonking her down.

"I'll call you when you're needed."

"Okay," Rapunzel said before remembering her manners. "And thank you."

"No problem," Tooth replied easily as she flitted back to her working desk. Rapunzel could only smile in amusement. That woman moved as if she were a tiny hummingbird, always constantly on the go.

"Thia, is she here yet?"

A prickle of familiarity trickled into her mind at the sound of that voice. It seemed so familiar. Just where had she heard it?

"Yes she is, Mr. Overland. Would you like me to bring her in?" Thia called, past the open door. Rapunzel tried to crane her neck to see past the wall that was blocking her view but the receptionist intervened, gesturing for her to get up. Rapunzel hastily straightened and plastered on a bright smile, not wanting to show her potential colleague just how much of a snoop she was.

"Mr. Overland would see you now."

The blonde didn't know why but she felt her stomach flip with nerves. A bad feeling loomed over her, like a dark cloud over her head.

"Oh, and Thia, please get me some Tylenol, my headache is-"

Rapunzel walked into the room, eyes glancing about when they stopped on his face. Her gaze widened and a small breath of surprise left her.

His eyes trailed up from the documents he was signing and caught her gaze.

She saw him did a double take and suddenly, the memories from last night resurfaced.

"Wider, love, I want to be inside of you."

"Jack...more...please."

He groaned. "Just the thought of you touching yourself makes me want to have you right now."

Splotches of pink adorned her cheeks and she was sure she saw his neck reddening.

"Um, Ms. Thia, could you please leave us?" he said, voice full of strain.

"Of course, Mr. Overland," she said, flitting out of the room.

Rapunzel didn't know where to look and she was silently despairing now that Tooth had disappeared. Unsure what to do, she settled for staring past him, willing her heated face to cool.

Honestly, what were the chances of any woman in this vast, wide planet having sex with an unknown man only to find out he was their potential boss?

It just wasn't fair that it had to be the one in a million for her.

Jack cleared his throat, clicking his pen shut. She looked up to find him smiling, but his eyes were regarding her with tight restrain and maybe even resentment.

"Miss Corona, wasn't it?"