Flora wasn't sure if she should bother going back home to change, but now that she thought of it her friend did tell her that the outfit was cute already and she was only going to be at Miria's. She smiled softly to herself as she finished placing the last files in their respective spots of the filing cabinet, and collected her cell phone to check the time.

Hmm… at least an hour and a half until I have to get over to Miria's, that's enough time. She told herself, then closed the flip phone. I doubt she'd mind if I managed to get there a little early. Flora smiled again, and without looking she reached across her desk to grab her purse as she fixed the back of her boot with the other hand. Standing back up and pulling the tan leather handbag to her body, she gasped and both hands clutched the bag to her chest.

"Oh, did I scare you?" Her boss asked softly, a fake apologetic smile across her lips. "I honestly didn't mean to give you a start, Flora."

Catching her breath, and relaxing her arms she held onto the straps of the purse as she dropped it in front of her with either hand busily keeping it with a tight grip. "No, no, you just surprised me. Was there something you needed, Miss Latea?"

"I need your help with something, really quick before you go anywhere."

"A-ah, but-"

"I know, I know, you got plans with Miria. But that's who I need to talk to you about."

"W-what? Why? She's done a really good job lately hasn't she?"

Galatea could sense the surprise, and worry, in the young woman's voice and that was enough to tell her intuition that she was right. "You know what, maybe I'll just go with you, I need to talk to Miria as well."

Flora's eyes grew big like a does, and she started to stutter again, "B-but Miria only w-wants me there. She won't be happy with m-me if you come along to."

"I won't come in with you; I'll come over a little later on my own." Grinning lightly, and placing one hand at her hip she watched Flora's reaction from confused to fluster all in a heartbeat.

"Okay…" Soft spoken as she forced herself out of that bout, and walked pass Galatea to the corner of her desk as she started to head out.

Reaching out before the young woman got very far, she pulled Flora by the wrist, catching her with such an adorably shocked expression on her face. But the blonde Amazon's expression was blank, it was honest to god frightening yet beautiful all at once, and Flora didn't know what to expect again.

"You know, if she figures out we're dating, I will have to fire somebody." Galatea told her with the utmost seriousness that it frightened her little flower. "So, don't slip up, little flower." She suddenly smiled, and kissed Flora deeply as the smaller body shuddered with a surprisingly dark blush.

Flora squirmed a little, and Galatea was only enticed to deliver more. She had Flora's wrist locked in the palm of her hand, and the other hand cupped to her cheek as slow fingertips slid along the little flowers neck. She trembled like a flower in the breeze, but so easily succumbed to the attention of the sunlight that was nevertheless Galatea herself.

Her hand continued its one way ticket over her assistant's chest, and applied pressure over the right curve that heaved beneath the fabric upon her touch. Galatea smirked, and softly took the smaller woman's lower lip between her own and kneads it with her teeth, her gray gaze lightly watching her trembling flower's eyes nearly roll back into her head in delight. But that was enough; she had her fun for now, grinning softly as she pecked Flora's lips.

"Well, that was fun, you should probably get going before you're late."

Flora was in a slight daze, and stumbled faintly in her boots to realize Galatea had stopped, looking up at her with a confused frown. "Y-yeah…" She responded, and faintly brushed her own fingertips over her lips, trying to conceal the blush on her face before she quickly turned darting out of the second pair of glass doors and directly into the open elevator.

Once she was in the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor she caught sight of Galatea winking her way with a bright smiling wave. Sucking in air rather quickly in surprise and forced a small smile, but as the steel doors closed in front of her she couldn't help but let out a suppressed whine. Her shoulders quivered, fingertips grasping her purse straps tighter, and tried to get her body under control.

"Damn it, if I go to Miria's now she's going to think something's wrong with me." Flora cursed lightly under her breath, but Galatea just… just knew how to rile her up in ways she didn't think were possible.

The small chime snapped her out of it as the elevator came to a halt on her floor, forcing a small smile again she took her leave out of the first floor lobby, and out into the night just to call for a cab with a loud whistle.

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Back upstairs in Galatea's office the woman was watching as her assistant got into a cab, and took off in a heartbeat. A small grin across her face, for she always enjoyed teasing her poor little flower to no end, especially when it caused her to wonder what would happen at Miria's later.

"So, if that's what you call showmanship I'm intrigued, but not impressed."

"Well, we can't all be perfect, eh, Agatha?"

"Sure as hell can't."

Agatha was one of the most prestigious models that the company was able to afford, and not to mention the highly sought after kind. But for reasons unknown she stood in Galatea's office, her outfit was extremely revealing, but the woman never seemed to care.

The woman was wearing a dark satin red corset that pushed up her chest and the only thing holding it to her body were black ribbons on either side of her torso. Wearing a miniskirt that matched her corset, all the while her heeled strapped sandals clung just over her ankles in black leather.

"Don't you look beautiful," Galatea commented, despite the fact she absolutely hated any type of clothing on her model. "But I don't think it's revealing enough, right?"

With an exasperated sigh she nodded, "Precisely what I told them, but too bad its against the law to be nude in this town."

Galatea sauntered over, grinning, and reached out to the corset on Agatha's voluptuous form. "Why don't you let me help you with that for now then."

"I don't see why not," Agatha cooed with delight. "It's a shame you like young women." She pouted, watching the young boss she worked for.

"I never said I didn't like older women." Inches from the dark redhead's face as nimble fingers undid the ribbons.