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Hellish week at the office, but I wanted to get this out for you. It's a bit rushed and I will edit later.
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Chapter 2 - Button up
Bo put her long dark hair in a messy bun and put her cardigan on. It was grey, worn and very ugly. She kept it in her office to warm her on cold days or when the air conditioning was making the room too chilly. Though today wasn't one of those days, Bo wore it 'cause the cardigan also covered a lot. Usually she dressed quite provocatively, some might say, but now she wanted to ooze purity. She aimed for demure. She wanted to to punch that guy's lights out.
"Calm down," The brunette breathed quickly checking herself in the mirror she had. " Must button this up," she decided doing just that, buttoning up her trusty grey cardigan.
"What else? Hmm.." She pondered. "Glasses! Where are they?"
Bo picked up her glasses from the desk and put them on. Maybe I should put pants on? No. Dress it is. I'll sit behind my desk. Not even looking at him.
"This is ridiculous. What the hell am I doing? I can wear what I want! I don't need to change my appearance, because... Just because of him," Bo snarled at herself. "What an asshole," she muttered sitting down, but then smiled wickedly as she remembered throwing the man out on his ass. "That's what you get for grabbing my ass. Uninvited."
He was lucky I didn't report him, Bo knew. Though I probably would have, if I hadn't decked him with my fist, Bo mulled now.
"Where the hell is he?" Bo snarled impatiently. She tapped her fingers on the wooden desk, before smacking the surface with her palm. "I want to get this over with and get back to crunching numbers."
She took a deep breath. "Calm down," she said to herself feeling irritated. "If he dares to even look at me, I'll slap him silly. Or shove my boot up his ass."
Lauren straightened up her Fabulus Inc. button-up shirt getting into work-mode. "I hate this shirt. I itches and it's.. restricting," Lauren hissed opening a few buttons so that her breast weren't feeling so cramped. "It's this one," She paused at the door in front of her. Junior accountant Miss Dennis it read on the plaque. "Let's see what the trouble is," Lauren said quietly and rapped her knuckles lightly on the door.
"Come in," A bored, but slightly strained voice came from inside.
Bo sat rigidly on her chair, facing away from the door. Keeping her eyes on the window, she tried to stay calm and cold. Not at all interested in conversing with that horrible man again. She shuddered at the thought. If he said even something remotely disrespecting or anything at all for that matter, Bo was ready to pounce at kick him in the nuts this time. That'll teach him, she nodded.
Lauren stepped inside noting the woman with her back to her. Okay. No pleasantries to start, I guess.
"Took you long enough," Bo huffed after hearing the door open. "The invoicing program wants some goddamn update. I didn't manage it. It needs an administrator approval. Or you." Bo's voice was dripping with disdain, while she was stiffly looking out the window. Not going to look at that disgusting man. Good, he's not saying anything. Maybe he learned his lesson last time. I kinda handed his ass to him on a platter, didn't I. For all the women in the office. "Now hurry up. I've got million things to do."
Not that friendly, is she? Lauren thought cocking an eyebrow. Maybe Dyson was right. Maybe this Bo Dennis person is a terrible bitch. But then Lauren shrugged, Miss Dennis hates Dyson. Can't be all that bad. Maybe she just has a bad day?
"Okay," Lauren said in a non confrontational, pleasant tone. "I'm sorry you had to wait, but this won't take long. You can get back to work in a jiffy."
Bo breathed in shocked. What the hell? That's not him! That's not a man! She spun her chair to see, who it was and her jaw slacked seeing a slim blond standing at her desk. A beautiful blond with lovely caramel eyes and a friendly small smile on her lips. Since when did they have IT-guys.. girls like this, Bo drooled.
Lauren stared at the brunette a moment more, before motioning to the laptop on the desk. "This one, right?" She asked hoping the problem here wasn't that difficult or complicated to fix. The brunette didn't seem very patient. Just like Dyson had said. The blond bit her lip nervously. I can't concentrate with her.. right there so close, she thought. Looking at me like that. Appraisingly over her glasses like a hot teacher and.. Lauren took a breath. Breathe. No wonder Dyson slipped and did something stupid. She's gorgeous! Just be cool, Lauren told herself sternly.
Bo finally managed to nod dumbfounded at Lauren's question. Lauren took that as a permission to flip the device towards her. She bent over it and started smoothly tapping the keys.
"Sorry, if.. Sorry, I was, um, rude, but.." Bo stammered with wide eyes while raking them, subtly she hoped, on the blond's body. "I thought you were, you know.. that awful hairy guy that usually comes.." No! why did you say that?! Not a compliment. At all. A hairy guy.. Oh my God, Bo's eyes widened even more. This time out of panic. Fix it, Fix it! "Um... I only meant that.."
"I'm pretty hairless," Lauren started chuckling and then yelped a little. Shit. She stood up straight. "Not hairless hairless. Not.. I'm not bald or anything. I've got hair.. I just meant, you know, body hair and.." Oh my God just shut up. Keep it clean!She offered a embarrassed smile and turned her attention back to the computer. Sort of anyway. She kept glancing at the alluring brunette. Lauren cleared her throat self consciously. "This won't take long."
Bo didn't know what to do with herself. She hoped so much that she was suave enough to make some conversation, but words seemed to have failed her. Her eyes kept dropping to the blond's ass and she was afraid that she would get caught soon. And then she would have a harassment claim on her head.
"You've got a nice office," Lauren complimented adamant to not make a fool of herself.
"Um, thanks."
"Window and everything," The blond joked nodded looking briefly out.
"Nice view from here," Bo said as her eyes fell on the other woman's alluring ass. Oh no, did she see? To Bo's relieve the blond was still looking out.
"Must be nice to see the sun."
"It is. You don't?"
"No. No sun. A windowless office."
"Too bad," Bo said. "Um, it's a lovely weather out today." Bo groaned inwardly. Don't start talking about the weather! What the hell is the matter with you.
Lauren looked out the window. "It is lovely. I'm stuck in the basement with Dyson. Mr Thornwood, I mean."
"He ain't no mister," Bo spat, but then held her tongue. "Sorry, I... dislike the man. Hope he's not a friend of yours."
Lauren laughed a little. "Well, he kinda is."
Bo bit her lip. "Oh sorry, I guess."
"Many.. dislike him. I know that," Lauren smirked. "He can be such a tool. I'm trying to teach him, but it's going to take time."
"That I do believe."
"He won't bother you again, I think."
"Good," Bo nodded forcefully. "Why?"
"He's scared of you," Lauren laughed happily and Bo couldn't resist but give a big smile.
"You got a beautiful smile, Bo," Lauren whispered, but then cleared her throat again.
Bo's smile grew even wider, but she also felt her cheeks start flaming. Why am I blushing, Bo wondered. "Thanks."
"There," Lauren said slightly regretfully. "It's in working order now."
"So fast?" Bo knew she sounded disappointed.
"Yes," Lauren shrugged apologetically. She would have loved to stay longer, but Bo must have a lot to do. "Um.. You can call me.."
Bo perked up. "Oh?" Lauren was giving her her number? Great!
"If you get anymore trouble," Lauren swallowed. "Here's my card."
"Oh, of course," Bo smiled a bit embarrassed, but read the card. "Lauren."
Be still my heart, Lauren thought while admiring Bo. I'd love to hear her whisper my name in my ear while we're.. Stop!
"It was nice to meet you Bo," Lauren said trying to be all cool though she felt weird tingling in her stomach just looking at the other woman. Tingling in other places too. "Bye now," she smiled flustered, before exiting Bo's office.
"Bye," Bo managed to say, before the door closed. If I had to guess, she liked what she saw, Bo felt giddy. Maybe I should call her and ask her out? Lauren seemed a bit.. hot and bothered, the brunette smirked happily. All her earlier dumbness and nervousness forgotten.
"Jeez," the brunette breathed sitting down. The happy smirk never leaving her lips. "I might have some more trouble with my computer. Very soon."
Bo stretched like a cat enjoying the moment, but then she caught a glipse of her reflection in the mirror and her confidence plummeted like a rock to bottom of a muddy pond.
"No! Oh hell no!" Bo squealed anguished. "Nooo! The cardigan from hell.. I look like a librarian! And not the hot kind.."
Bo dropped her head on her desk. "Well, shit," she moaned desperately. Maybe the blond did flee at the sight of me. And not out of being so.. flustered at my presence. Bo let out a strangled cry. "I have to call her back asap. And.. And burn this!" She snarled as she flung the offending garment on the floor.
Thanks for reading! At least one more chapter to come, 'cause I've started it already ;)