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The rest of the week I was able to avoid him as much as possible. I saw him here and there and I just avoided eye contact, and pretended he didn't exist, just like he did to me. I luckily had zero issues with my computer all week and started bringing my own coffee from home to avoid him.
The following week I unfortunately forgot my coffee at home. I tried pulling through but after yawning for the hundredth time in 20 minutes, and shaking from the cold I gave in. I hoped and prayed he'd be in his office or somewhere other than the breakroom.
I was relieved to walk into an empty room, so I quickly poured myself a cup of hot coffee and went back to my office. As I sat down and replied to emails, I was sipping my coffee when I spilt the coffee down the front of my shirt. "Shit," I cursed out loud. It burned as it touched my skin. Good thing my shirt was a dark burgundy color. I untucked it from my skirt, and quickly removed it. I found some paper towels and dabbed the stain trying to get most of the moisture out as I could.
Suddenly my office door opened and before I could yell out anything Damon's eyes fell on my half naked body. There I was in heels, a skirt, and my black lacy bra. I gasped, grabbing my shirt, and trying to cover myself up as much as I could.
"Oh!" He was surprised to find me in such a compromising position. He stood there in shock just staring at me.
"Get out!" I shouted.
He didn't even apologize, he just quickly shut my door without a word.
I felt my face flush as I quickly put my shirt back on, wishing I could turn back time. I went back to work immediately and didn't leave my office for the rest of the day. I didn't leave for lunch, or even to go to the bathroom. I was humiliated. When I had put in my eight hours I practically ran to the elevators. I had avoided him all day, but I knew it wasn't going to be forever. I would run into him at some point.
"It was awful Bonnie," I groaned into the phone.
"Oh man," I could tell she was holding back a laugh. "Why didn't he knock first?"
"Right?!" I shook my head. "That's what a normal person would do."
"That kind of sucks," she admitted.
"I don't know what to do now," I ran my free hand through my hair. "And don't say anything to Caroline, she already thinks I have sexual tension with this guy."
"Is he hot?" She asked.
"Bonnie!" I scolded her.
"That means he is," she mumbled.
"His personality is repulsive," I reminded her.
"Love and hate… such a fine line," she muttered.
"Stop with the philosophical bullshit," I clenched my teeth.
"Jeez, he's really gotten to you," she sassed.
"Sorry," I sighed. "You're right, I need to just let it go. I'm a professional, I can be mature about this and forget that it happened."
"There you go," she said evenly. "You have it all figured out."
"So how are you and Jeremy?" I changed the topic.
"Good," I could practically hear her smile. "He's about to see me with my shirt off," she joked.
"Ew," I scrunched my nose in horror. "I'm hanging up now. I'll call you later."
Bonnie laughed as I pressed end call. I flopped down on to my bed and tried my best to fall asleep. My brain was going through a million scenarios, and somewhere between a million and one, and a million and two I finally passed out.
The next morning, I was talking to Marion in the hallway and she brought up the company party that was next weekend. "Yeah I got the email about that," I scratched my head. "How fancy is it? Do we wear like work attire, or cocktail dresses?"
"It's actually pretty elegant, more like black tie. A lot of people will do those websites where you rent dresses," she smiled at me.
I looked at her confused, "rent?"
"Yeah, they are super expensive dresses that you can rent for a couple hundred dollars," she told me. "Remind me to show you at lunch."
"Thanks," I smiled. "What about dates?"
"They only allow guests on the big anniversaries," she shook her head. "This is year 48, so not this year."
"Good," I sighed. I was glad, because I was new, and I didn't know anyone that I'd want to bring.
"I have to get back to work," she waved before exiting to her office.
I took a turn for the breakroom, needing a cup of coffee. I opened the door with a little too much force and I heard a huge bang, followed by a slew of curse words.
"Fuckin! Ow, shit…!" I heard a somewhat familiar male voice.
I peeked around the door, finding Damon's hand to his face, and blood dripping down his hands. "Oh my gosh! Damon!" I guided him down to the nearest chair. "Did I hit you right in the nose?!" I felt so awful.
He tilted his head back pinching his nose.
"No don't do that," I guided his head back to normal. "That may slow down the bleeding faster but all that blood drains to your stomach, and will make you sick," I informed him.
He barely glanced at me, annoyed with me already.
"Let me see it," I asked.
He eventually let go, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Ok, ok," My hands fumbled in a panic, feeling horrible. "I'm so sorry!"
He rolled his eyes groaning when I touched his nose gently, "I think it might be broken," I said feeling around the bridge of his nose. "I'll be right back."
I went to find the first aid kit and found an ice pack that you could crack to get it to activate the cold gel. I cracked it, and then went to find some paper towels.
When I came back, he was using his already ruined shirt to stop the bleeding. He was just in a white under shirt. "Here," I handed him the paper towels, and set the ice pack down. "Once that stops bleeding put the ice on it, and then you should probably go to the doctor."
He looked at me with his icy cold stare, "I'll be fine," he said shortly.
"Just go," I bit my lip. "I'll fill out an incident report for you, and workman's comp will take care of any medical bills."
"I'm fine," he said a little firmer.
"If you have a crooked nose that I have to look at for the remainder of us working together, I'm going to feel like a complete ass," I crossed my arms. "Just let me look at it again."
He didn't say no, so I moved closer to him tilting his head up, so I could get a good look. He removed the paper towel from his face, and the bleeding was minimal. "It's pretty swollen, I can't tell," I mumbled. I gently touched around, seeing if I could feel a straight line on the bridge of his nose. He hissed when I grazed over the tender part. His hands flew up to my hips and he squeezed me out of reaction to the pain. "Sorry," I moved my hands to the sides of his face, giving him an apologetic look. His hands relaxed from the vice grip he previously had, but they didn't move.
Suddenly the door opened to the breakroom, and we both looked to see Stacie, queen of the office gossip. She tried hiding her smile as she assessed our bodies. My legs straddled his one leg standing above him, so that I could get a closer look. His hands were on my hips, and my hands were cupping his face. His shirt was off, and we had been looking at each other for a millisecond, and of course that's when she walked in.
I dropped my hands immediately, "I-I think I broke his nose," I stepped back from him, my face flushed with embarrassment.
"Ouch," her eyes moved back and forth between the two of us, before she helped herself to some coffee. "You should get that checked out," she looked at Damon with an unpleasant look.
"Yeah," his eyes glared back at me. "I was just going."
Stacie walked back out with her coffee shutting the door behind her, with a sly smile on her face.
"Great," I put my head in my hands.
"Get over it, princess," He finally spoke to me. "Everyone knows Stacie likes to start rumors."
"I'm in HR," I reminded him. "I can't have rumors like that about me."
He stood up, throwing away the bloody trash and grabbing the ice pack, "I'm going to the doctor," he glared at me before walking out.
"Sorry," I called out one last time. I shook my head in embarrassment. He left his shirt on the table. The least I could do was get it dry cleaned for him…
"You broke his nose?" Caroline's face looked horrified for me.
"I'm pretty sure," I bit my lip.
"Damn," she looked at his bloody shirt that I was holding. She was kind enough to go to the dry cleaners to drop it off with me. "That's a lot of blood."
"I know," I frowned. "He may be an ass, but I messed up his face. And he has a nice face."
"Well… you'll just have to make it up to him," she tried offering a solution. "Just flash him next time you see him," she giggled.
I couldn't help the face I made.
"Why that face?" she caught on. "What happened? What did you not tell me Elena Gilbert?"
"I may have already… unintentionally… flashed him," I blushed.
"What? How does that happen?" She looked quizzically at me.
"I spilt coffee on myself in my office, and I took my shirt off to dab out the moisture, and he happened to walk in my office right at that second," I grimaced. "I had a bra on, but still."
"Why didn't he knock?" She wondered.
"Right?!" Why was he the only one that didn't seem to get that rule?
"Well you broke his nose… And flashing him your bra unintentionally isn't exactly equivalent," she reminded me.
"No, it's not," I shook my head. "Even if he'd seen more than that he wouldn't have cared. He absolutely hates me."
"Probably even more now," Caroline said under her breath.
"Bitch," I nudged her giggling with her, walking across the street to grab a drink while we waited for Damon's shirt to get cleaned.
The next morning, I went to work and eventually made my way to Damon's office. I knocked lightly before entering hesitantly. He glanced at me when I walked in. He had his nose taped, and I could see some bruising around his nose and eye area. "Oh my gosh," I covered my mouth. "Is it broken?"
"Yes," he continued looking at his monitor.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm really, really sorry."
He made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a sigh.
"I dry cleaned your shirt," I hesitantly walked over to his desk to lay it down.
"It's a cheap shirt," he glanced at it, "You could've just tossed it."
I felt the anger start to boil inside me, "You could just say thanks," I tried biting my tongue, before turning around sharply, and storming out.
"Be careful door slayer," he called out.
I spun around to give him dagger eyes, "Ass." I slammed his door a little too rough. I can't believe I felt bad for him for a second. He was absolutely repugnant.
A/N: Next chapter will be the formal company party. Do you think Damon will continue being an ass? Or perhaps something will change? Stay tuned.