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Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction story ever. Please review! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thanks!
She was sitting on Greg Sanders' lap. She, innocent new-girl Ronnie Lake, was sitting on Greg Sanders' lap. Well, not so much sitting as straddling. Yep, and she was most certainly enjoying it. Enjoying it so much, in fact, that she didn't even care that she was practically giving someone a lap dance in the breakroom. Why, you may wonder, was she doing this? Well, it was his fault.
He was just always so nice to her. He always answered her questions without exasperation and made her laugh even when she wanted to cry. Sometimes he even helped her when he was off the clock. That's what had happened today.
She didn't know why she called him; all she knew is that all of a sudden she was dialing, and he was answering. He had been asleep. Of course he had, his double had just ended two hours before. But she was so frustrated. The DNA tech had still not processed her evidence. Apparently, everyone else's came before hers.
So, without thinking, she called him. The sweet, funny, genius man that had given her his number, "in case she needed anything." She had quickly blurted out the story, followed shortly after by a frantic apology, and then she hung up. And what happened next? Well, if Mr. Perfect himself did not come strolling in, not twenty minutes later. What did he do? He went straight to the DNA lab, gave the tech such a verbal bashing that she burst into tears, and ran her case's DNA.
He ran her DNA! The DNA results ended up solving her case, and the perp had confessed after being arrested. As for her, if she hadn't been smitten with Greg before, she was now. Developing a crush on someone at work was probably not the best way to start off her career, but some things just could not be helped.
She honestly hadn't intended to do anything but thank him. She had already prepared what she would say and everything, but then she walked into the breakroom and saw him sitting on the couch. He looked up at her and smiled; oh, that beautiful smile! What was there for her to do but pounce?
So she did. And that was why she, Ronnie Lake, was straddling Greg Sanders' lap, her body practically glued to his, and kissing every visible patch of skin. No matter how it started, it was going really, really, really well.
