She's never liked parties. Ever since she was in school, she avoided sleep overs and birthdays like the plague. All the gossiping, drama and never enough food for eating, or just the nasty stuff to choose from. But...this was the company party.
Looking around, she made sure the alcohol was in moderate amounts to ensure no one did anything she'd end up regretting. The band was decent enough, toeing the line between modern enough, but not vulgar. But above all, was the fact that he looked too damn good in that suit.
"You just had to make this a formal event, didn't you?" He asked, fiddling with his tie again to keep from choking him. "Damn neck python."
"Relax and have a drink," she whispered, smiling out the corner of her mouth, "it's a party. Besides, we don't have to stay long. Just enough to be seen here. And enough to enjoy the view." Her eyes had been on his form all night, drinking him in as subtly as she could without raising suspicion.
Jessica O'Hara had arrived with her bright red hair up in a braided bun, her long, dark green dress hugging her beautiful curves. Her heels allowed her up to 5'7", but still looked tiny compared to her 6'0" secretary.
Standing next to her in a dark black 3 piece suit (which she, of course, picked out herself), his hair slicked back and his beard trimmed. The greys in his black hair always made him look more refined and made him look so much better for it.
Leaning down, he made a passing whisper to her, too low for anyone else to hear over the music. The way his breath caressed her skin had always made her excited and this was no different. "Keep staring at my ass Kitten and I'll ensure yours will be more than red after this. We're supposed to be a secret, remember?"
It took everything she had not to turn a bright red, but as she nodded stiffly, she had to calm her bratty side. 'You know better than to threaten me with a good time.' She thought, breathing in deep before calming her quickened heart beat.
Separating from each other for a bit to mingle, the night became slightly more enjoyable as more alcohol was given out, and pretty soon the dance floor was full. She was never going to be seen dancing with the heels she had on, but as he was dragged on to the floor, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
She wasn't an idiot. If she saw the sexy man for what he was, obviously so did the other women of the company. But as she watched him, she could see how uncomfortable he really was, never really being much of an extrovert.
But as Julia, the office slut as she's always been known to be, began to grind on his crotch, her feet started to move on their own. The crowd seemed to split at the sight of her anger, being too well versed of what she looked like on the warpath.
Julia, on the other hand, was too busy and just drunk enough to either not notice, or not care. She was too busy slipping her hands into his suit jacket to find his torso with a wide smile on her lips. "C'mon baby, we can have some fun in the storage closet, or even my car if you're too shy-"
"Julia," came Jessica's voice, the full bitch tone seeming to clear her drunken stupor quickly. "If you take the time to realize he's been trying to pull himself away from you the past few minutes, you'll understand that he's just not into you."
Looking around, it was then Julia realized the entire party was staring at them both, the music at a full stop and the silence seeming to echo throughout the room.
"What? No, we were having fun is all, right?" Julia asked, trying to play off the situation. But as she looked up at him, the look in his eyes and the stoic shake of his head, she found she'd receive no help there. "Fine," she says, reaching out and grabbing another drink before walking away, muttering louder than she obviously intended, "frigid bitch."
And there it was. The straw that would break the camels back. She has never been known to take insults lightly, and as her face reddened, her eyes widening and her temper about to blow...she caught sight of him.
The glare down that took place between them seemed to cut through the room, and they were suddenly alone. She felt her anger completely deflate as he saw the true anger and warning in his eyes seeming to overshadow hers. The slew of insults and violence that was about to fill the area died before they could form and she slowly turned around and simply walked away.
The crowd stood in awe of the spectacle, more in shock that there was no explosion from the ticking bitch bomb, but as the music started back up and a few drinks later, the party started to catch it's stride again. Twenty minutes later, he found her in her office, pacing the room and promising more than enough curses on Julia's entire extended family to destroy the family tree.
"How fucking dare she grind her fucking fat ass against you like that?! Her fake fucking tits spilling out and rubbing against you?! Horny bitch was practically humping your fucking leg in the middle of the entire company-"
He sat there at her desk, watching her rant over the entire debacle, knowing that he could only dominate over so much of her fury. But as her anger began to slow, he stood up and hit a single button on her computer. He was planning this as she was busy cursing and soon, the slow music of her favorite jazz played through her speakers.
Without saying a word, he walked over, wrapping his large hands around her and began to slowly move in circles. The smell of his scent mixed with his cologne seemed to be just the thing to quell her anger at that point and she buried herself into his chest. "She had no right," she said, the last petty complaint leaving her lips as she moved with him.
"Breathe Kitten," he finally says, chuckling lightly and rubbing her back firmly as they moved, sending shivers through her the way only he could. "You managed to keep yourself from being arrested and sued for assault by backing down from it." Leaning back lightly, he lifted her chin to look down at her and smiled with a sense of pride in his eyes that she's only known from him. "You were a good girl tonight Kitten. And I'm very proud of you."
