"I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking. You took advantage."
"I was the one that was drunk. And you aren't that good-looking."
Riza walked calmly into the staff room she shared with her fellow colleagues. Havoc and Rebecca were making eyes at each other, giggling and whispering up against the lockers. Their heads were bowed, bodies turned so Riza couldn't see what Havoc handed Riza's friend, however Rebecca gasped quietly so it must have been something good. No doubt Riza would hear all about it tonight.
She thought she'd be safe coming in here, but obviously not.
"Riza," Roy called, trying to inject some authority into his tone, which made Riza raise her eyebrow. He was playing that card, was he?
Havoc and Rebecca glanced up, the latter shooting Riza a knowing look, before grabbing Havoc's bicep and dragging him out of the room.
Riza, in response, glossed over Roy's authoritative call, and continued readying herself to leave for the day.
"Yes?" she asked, pulling one shoe off and changing it over, placing the old one into her locker. Her tone was perfectly professional. They were at work after all.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He'd been asking that all day in stolen quiet moments. She'd turned up for work as usual but didn't expect to see the man she'd woken up next to this morning after a drunken night out, standing in the staff room, being introduced to everyone as their new manager.
Yikes.
Not that she knew that at the time, of course. He'd never said a word. Riza had only been interested in a good time. Rebecca had insisted they'd go out and get black out drunk and Riza was determined to have a good time with her friend…
Except she'd declined the "black out drunk" offer because they both had to work the next day. Apparently, things had gotten a little out of hand, and Riza had become drunker than she'd wanted to be, resulting in doing something that was very uncharacteristically her - sleeping with a stranger.
It had been good though. She wasn't so drunk that she'd forgotten how good a night it was.
And now the man was her new boss. Talk about awkward.
"What about?" Riza enquired, shrugging on her jacket. She'd pulled her hair from her ponytail, noticing in relief that it lessened the pain in her head. Damn tension headaches. Working with Roy all day and tiptoeing around what had happened hadn't helped her sore head either. Pulling her trapped hair from out underneath her jacket, Riza turned to face him expectantly.
"You know what," he huffed irritably. Apparently, her playing dumb all day had grated on his nerves a little.
Well, what was she supposed to do?She'd never been good with confrontation, never mind something like this. She'd fucked her boss. That certainly wasn't like her and Riza had worried all day about what would happen if it all came out. Would she be fired?
"There's not much else to discuss," she shrugged, pulling her bag out of her locker. "We said it all last night. It was a one-night thing," she stressed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets to hide the nervous shaking. She was desperate to keep her voice from quivering. Why did he have to do this now?
"What if I didn't want it to be?"
"... What?"
"You heard me," he nodded, expression determined and confident.
That's why you'd fallen for him in the first place. That damn charm and stupid confident smirk.
"I think you're delusional." Riza shoved her locker door closed harshly, moving to leave the room.
God this was such a mess. She just wanted to go home, have a nice long bath, and forget all about this horrible situation.
Not giving up without a fight, Roy followed her out of the room, one step behind. The worst part was others had noticed them. That would only make things worse. Riza groaned internally, already hearing the gossip people would make up about them ringing loudly in her head.
"I want to talk about this."
"Why?"
"Well, first of all, I'd like to know if it'll be a possibility."
Riza snorted. She couldn't help herself. "You're my boss. What do you think?"
"Not your boss. A colleague."
"You're my boss," she confirmed. Technically, in a weird, roundabout way, he wasn't but in a conventional business view, he was.
"It doesn't matter. There's no rule against it."
"You're in a position of power over me. And you're very persistent about this. It's getting on my nerves." Riza shoved open the staff entrance at the back of building with more force than was necessary. It never closed, but she heard him catch it in his hands.
"You're right." Riza turned in surprise, not expecting him to agree with her. Most guys wouldn't. "I'm sorry. I just…" He raised a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. "I don't want it to be awkward for you after what happened." The hand dropped. "I was just as active a participant as you were, but I'm genuinely curious if it could be a possibility." His eyes seemed to burn into hers, igniting her insides. Just like last night. "I… I really enjoyed last night. Not just that," he stressed with a smirk after Riza raised an eyebrow. "But in the bar too. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much."
"I did have a good time," Riza grumbled her admittance.
"I remember it well," he grinned widely at her light blush. "And it wasn't entirely one sided," he added, waggling his eyebrows. "I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking. You took advantage." The look of mock hurt on his face made her irritation build back up, but then Riza vaguely recalled her drunk self being all over him, and Roy just smiling, enjoying the attention.
"I was the one that was drunk. And you aren't that good-looking."
Roy chuckled. "Controversial statement. I particularly remember you stating you thought, and I quote, I was "hot as fuck"."
"That was Rebecca who said that, not me," she corrected, mortified.
"No, you said it in bed afterwards too," he grinned again, laughing at her now beetroot face.
"Shut up," she muttered, climbing into her car to escape from his amused laughter. Roy approached and tapped on the window for her to lower it.
"Sorry for all the teasing. Will I see you again tomorrow?"
"It's my day off." His face fell slightly. "I'll drop you a text."
His grin returned and Riza's stomach fluttered. "I look forward to it."