Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Linda is in need.
Warnings: Unconventional Pairing
Disclaimer: Linda, Margaret, and Becker are & TM their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author, Pirate Turner. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of this story.
She looked up as the door opened and a cold blast of wind rushed in to the office. Her eyes focused immediately on the man who stood, unfurling the scarf from around his neck. She quirked an eyebrow. Not many people wore scarves so thick and striped this day and time. He must be of a higher class to have such poor taste, a class that clearly dictated that ridiculous scarves were to be worn on the worst of cold Winter days.
He shrugged out of his jacket, shedding snow on the floor whose impending mess neither he nor she bothered to cast a single thought toward. She watched his muscular shoulders shrug underneath his dark clothes and again wondered about the peculiarity of his taste in fashion for he wore a thick, gray vest that was no better than the scarf and there was no color to even brighten his sweater. Hmm, she thought to herself, a man who wore such dull, dark clothing was obviously in need of something, or rather some one to brighten his dull, dark life.
And she was just that some one! She cast a glance down at her low-cut sweater to check and make sure that she was showing the most cleavage possible, then leaned seductively across the counter. She readied her bright smile and started to aim it right at him when his mouth opened, bringing all her thoughts to a screeching halt.
"Damn, Margaret! Can't you do something about the heat in here?! It's as cold as the Antarctic out there and as damn hot as a sauna in here!"
Margaret bustled from around the corner of the back counter with her hands full of files. She thrust the folders at him even as she retorted, "Well, John, yesterday, you complained it was as cold as the Arctic out there and even colder in here."
"There's got to be some mid way with you people!"
Linda only continued to stare as Becker headed down the hallway, doing his usual bitch routine the whole way. She blinked several times and shook her head slowly, trying desperately to recover from the shock that was setting in. "Damn!" she exclaimed upon finally regaining the ability to move her mouth and make sound come out. "I've gotta get laid!" She could suppress the shudder that swelled within her no more. And damn sure not by John Becker!
The End