Imprinting
Felicity started the following week. She dove straight into the charts that Oliver needed for a meeting he had at noon. She walked into the copy room, due to the fact that she had a question for him.
"Mr. Queen, I have a question about these charts that you gave me," She started off.
"Okay, come on in," he gestured with his hand. She stepped into the copy room and he closed the door behind her. The look he gave her was inquisitive, curious while yet it was stern.
"How do you want me to format-," she started off but before she could finish her question, she felt him put a finger up to her lips. His eyes were so gentle; they seemed to be a deeper shade of blue than usual, almost black in color.
He cupped her face in his hands, making her look him in the eye. She was not dressed as pretty as some of the other girls who worked in the office. She started to blush, and he found that very flattering about her. Her outfit was simple, a purple pencil skirt, a pink blouse and a pair of red heels. Then he pressed his lips to her in pure passion. Her lips were still tense because of her anger, due to the fiasco with Diggles at her previous job. That began to go away when she could feel his tongue on her lips, trying to pry them open. She began to kiss him back fiercely. She literally jumped up into his arms while she wrapped her legs around his waist, with her arms around his neck.
He decided to move this little fling to another location, to where none of the cameras would see what was going on. He took her into his office and quickly closed the door behind her. He then proceeded over to his desk, and sat her down. His lips never left contact with hers. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue access. She had never been kissed like this. His touch was so tender and warm, even since her skin was ice cold. Of course, his office doors worked two ways. They did not hear the clanging of the doorknob.
All of a sudden, Laurel, his secretary, walked in, her intent was to ask Oliver something that pertained to the report she had in her hands. When she entered, she looked up and was in absolute shock.
"Mr. Queen, I-," she started. She saw what was happening. Then she quietly backed away and went out the door without saying another word.
Oliver did not even noticed what had happened but Felicity saw her enter the room.
"Oliver, we need to stop this," she said very huskily. He nodded to her in agreement. Their lips finally parted. Felicity hopped off his desk, straightened out her dress and fixed her hair, before she moved out of his office. Oliver smoothed out the edges of his vest and wiped off the lipstick off the side of his neck and off the corner of his lips. She quietly whispered something in his ear before she even left his office.
"Come and find me, when you get the chance, after your meetings," she whispered seductively.