musesandlyrics | 6.19 Fringe quote
6.19. "There's an argument to be made that beneath every cynic, there's a frustrated romantic."
Fringe
Co-written with legalambition
Phillipe was still riding high from the knowledge that his brother would be coming home next week. He couldn't believe that fourteen months had really gone by so quickly. He was still trying to account for where all his time had gone, and was failing miserably. The French born software engineer readjusted his baseball cap as he rode the elevator up to Hunt & Associates after receiving an email from Ethan to drop off some papers on his behalf. Apparently even on a cruise ship out in the middle of whichever ocean it was his business partner still couldn't leave work alone. He wondered if his wife had any idea, but he supposed Ethan wasn't a CEO for nothing, and Thomas Hunt didn't run a successful law firm by being tardy with court actions.
He scratched at the side of his nose as he heard the ding just before the doors opened and stepped out into the now familiar offices. He'd been here a few times with Ethan while they were trying to sort out copyright issues before embarking on their project, but he didn't remember the beautiful blonde now bent over a desk with one of her feet kicked up behind her. He tilted his head as he watched her, Phillipe wetting his lips at the sight of her curvy arse. He had no idea how much time had passed, and was just grateful his dick hadn't decided to jump in with a salute considering he was wearing jeans and didn't want to castrate himself, or embarrass himself.
"Excusez-moi, madamoiselle," he said after finally dragging himself back to the reason he was here. "I wonder if you could... assist me."
Jessica couldn't remember the last time she had literally shrieked like a girl as she did just now. It was embarrassing, and it was inelegant, and that was before even contemplating the fact that she sent her pen flying through the air in fright and it smack him right in the middle of the forehead, leaving a sore looking red spot that she just gaped at as if it was about to start spurting blood all over the place. Her hand flew up to her mouth with a gasp and she froze, just standing there looking like a gigantic dork for what felt like a lifetime.
But some sympathetic brain cell soon kicked in and she was in front of him in a heart beat, her hands on his cheeks as she started to examine his forehead. "Shit! I mean, bollocks, I mean ass, I mean oops," she corrected hasitly, remembering at the last minute that she was in a professional environment. "I'm so sorry! I was just... this case is... and you... and it's... I hurt you, I'm sorry. You're French. That's French, right?" Her eyes dropped from his forehead to his face as she continued to cup it and her eyes widened just a little more than they already where. He was bloody hot.
Phillipe had actually been amused at the sound of her shriek, and then a little stunned at having the pen hit him in the forehead. It was some skilled shot to actually get it under the front of the baseball cap. Now he was smirking again as he started to chuckle, his eyes holding a cheeky glint in them as his hand moved to her hip. He rubbed his thumb softy against it as he held her gaze. "Oui, it's French. I'm French. Well, half and half. My mother is English, and I've lived here for several years. My accent isn't quite what it used to be. You're also more than welcome to hurt me any time you want, cherie. As long as you kiss it better."
Jessica knew if he wasn't talking French to her she probably would have decked him by now for touching her. But the accent was doing less than innocent things to her and after gazing at him stupidly for a few more moments, she cleared her throat and stepped out of his reached, holding her hand out to him in a professional stance. "I'm Jessica Morgan, and I'd appreciate if it you kept your hands to yourself, sir," she said with a small sniff as she struggled internally to try and claw her professional persona back. Damn him for being hot and French. She sounded so bloody common with her London accent in comparison to his.
Phillipe cocked his head at the change, but she was probably right to put distance between them. He reached up to pull his hat off, and tucked it under his armpit before he took her hand and resisted the urge to kiss the back of it. At least until he'd finished with the firm handshake. He held her gaze as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "Phillipe Chevalier. And your every wish is my command, Ms Morgan." He released her hand and put his hat back on his head before folding his arms across his chest with the folder tucked against it. "I apologise if I've caused you any kind of discomfort."
Internally, Jess was really fighting not to grab him and throw him on the desk and tear his clothes off, but outwardly, she was the picture of professionalism that was required of being a new associate of Hunt & Associates. It was at the back of her mind, though, that Tom had probably ridden countless cocks on his desk, and that thought just made her even more hot. It didn't help when she thought about him riding Stuart because the pair of them were just so fucking hot together it wasn't even funny. It should be illegal, in fact. She cleared her throat softly, trying to pretend the guy standing in front of her was looking like a horse's arse, but it really wasn't working. She was also trying to tell herself the accent was fake, because then he would be a dork, only she knew inside it wasn't fake and he wasn't a dork, and that sucked because professionalism didn't come naturally to a girl like her. Before she could stop herself, she reached over and plucked his hat off his head, tossing it onto the desk. "Respect for a lady, sir," she told him crisply and then raised an eyebrow at him. "What can I do for you? If you're here to see Mr Hunt, he is unavailable for consult right now."
His eyebrows went up at the way she took his hat away from him, and he decided to risk a slap by stepping back in closer to her again. She really was beautiful. The curves, those plump gorgeous lips just begging to be kissed, and an attitude to boot. She was definitely no shrinking violet. He could see why Tom had hired her. "Oui, Ms Morgan. I always have respect for a lady. I know Mr Hunt is away. I'm here because Mr Williamson asked me to drop this file off. It's very important, apparently. I haven't read it, though. It's none of my business." His gaze dipped from her eyes to her mouth, and then to her chest where there was just the slightest hint of cleavage. Phillipe was aching to get his hands on her body.
Jess looked between his face and the file, then back again. "Mr Williamson?" She accepted the file and opened it up, wondering if these were the documents Tom had emailed her about. Some sort of documents evidence of the guy trying to sue them having a record of fraud. That would be her night if they were. She had to trawl through them looking for the specific lines of text. Welcome to the world of being a junior associate and fresh out of law school. "Bloody Ethan! His company is not going to go down the tossing crapper if he's away for three weeks. I am so telling Sophie he has been working on his holiday," she resolved, talking to herself more than him. Bloody creating work when all she wanted to do was go to the pub for a pint.
Phillipe watched her with sudden concern and resisted the urge to stroke his fingers against her cheek in comfort. "Perhaps I should take the file back, leave you free of work for the moment. I can bring it back in the morning. I'll claim to have gotten distracted." He smirked a little. "I don't think he wants to be in trouble with his wife, and I don't want your night taken up with work when I have other plans."
Jess had her nose scrunched up as she skimmed the first page of the document, but she soon glanced up at him again with a smirk. "All the more reason for me to snitch on him," she couldn't help but add deviously. "Handcuffs and Calamine will be the least of his worries. I'm painfully tempted." She looked at him in confusion, not exactly sure what he was on about as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "What I don't do tonight, I'll be doing tomorrow night. I don't really want to be the reason E gets slapped with more multimillion pound lawsuits because I'm not doing my job, beside the fact Tom will tear me a new one and I don't know about you, but I like having just one arsehole. My butt is already big enough as it is."
"Your derrière is perfect, cherie. Please don't insult something I've already come to admire so much..." Phillipe let his gaze travel back down her body pointedly as he sucked on his bottom lip thoughtfully as his mind strayed to all the things he really would love to do to her arse. "You know Ethan that well, mademoiselle? Or is it Sophie? I heard he had had Chicken Pox, but I was not aware handcuffs had been involved. My poor mon ami. How late do you think you'll be working?"
Jess blinked, getting a sensation that he was hitting on her, but not quite sure if he actually was. Then she found herself in that awkward realm where it felt like you were being hit on, but you didn't want to make a wank of yourself and acknowledge it just in case it wasn't. This was just one of many trials of being a twenty-something single girl these days. You wanted to not fall flat on your arse and come off sounding desperate by asking a bloke what he was on about. She splayed her hand over the front of the file and shrugged. "E's my darling brother-in-law. He's the reason I even have this job, I think Tom was feeling charitable so I didn't have to end up in some grungy backdoor law firm to get my unrestricted licence. Even if it does make me feel in over my head some days. Some clients' photocopying bills cost more than my whole apartment in some of these cases. How long? Probably all night judging by the size of this file," she finally said wryly with a sigh.
Phillipe arched an eyebrow. "No shit. Me and my brother were just discussing the other day if Soph had any gorgeous sisters we might try and poach. Guess we were right. You look like you belong here, Ms Morgan. Don't go doubting yourself just yet. I can see you being a lawyer people wouldn't want to mess with once you start believing in yourself. I was definitely shaking in my sneakers." He reached out to take her hand, drawing it close to him as he fished a pen out of his pocket, and gave her a wink as he wrote his phone number on the back of hand. "For when you're done. My sleeping patterns are already fucked, you won't be waking me up. I'd like a chance to see you outside of this office so that I might be inappropriate and not keep my hands to myself." He let go of her hand, and tucked his into his pockets before he leaned forward, and kissed her gently as he drew her bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it briefly before pulling back with a smile. "Delicious."
Jessica just looked at him, dumfounded. Was Ethan's delivery boy really hitting on her? Bloody hell. She didn't even know how she was supposed to feel about that, let alone how Ethan would take the news. Was this even allowed in professional billionaire territory? Of course, if he was Ethan's errand boy, he would probably be a really well-paid errand boy, so that was something. He was also a very French errand boy... did France have errand boys? She just looked, blinking, at the number scrawled on the back of her hand. "No, I- you- this-" she fumbled and then cleared her throat, holding the hand up to him. "This isn't a good good idea."
Phillipe just looked at her, even if his eyes felt like they were burning to look at her lips again. "Pourquois pas? Why not?"
"I... don't know," Jessica and then pointed at him, waving her finger at him a little. "And you shouldn't be questioning me, either. This is extremely unprofessional and you're... you're... a client of a client," she said, getting flustered. It had been far too long since she had been hit on so blatantly and she had no idea how she was supposed to be reacting.
Phillipe pointed a finger at himself as he raised his eyebrows. "I'm... non, you misunderstand. I am occasionally having to deal with Hunt, but not that regularly. And Ethan is not my employer, he's my business partner. Equal standing. I'm a software engineer. I'm my own boss, it just so happens Ethan was very keep to get his hands on my considerable talent." He waggled his eyebrows a little before he started to chuckle at his unintentional double entendre. "I really am sorry if I've pushed too far. It's just been a long while since I've met a woman I have felt so attracted to instantly. Perhaps my flirting skills have become blunt from lack of use."
Jessica frowned and stuck her nose in the air slightly. "So, what, I'm just a random option because you can't get laid anywhere else? I know guys like you. They slobber all over me in the pub on a Saturday night." She had always been a fiesty one, and had a history of telling guys to go fuck themselves. She was a professional, independent woman who wasn't just going to let a random guy ogle her arse and cleavage and give into a random fuck. She wasn't that sort of girl. "I'm not even sure I buy the software line. Do you know how many times I have heard that?" she said with a sniff, going back over to the desk and leaning over to arrange her papers spread across it, dropping the new file on top of them. Thank god she could still walk purposefully in high heels and a tight skirt. "You can take your considerable talent, sir, and stick it up your skilled arse."
This time his mouth really did fall open slightly as he just gaped in awe at her. His interest hadn't diminished in the slightest, in fact, he was pretty sure her telling him to go fuck himself was just spurring him on more. "Merde," he cursed softly. "You aren't a random option, have you not been listening? I don't give my number to random options. I don't care about random options. If you don't believe the software line then Google my name. There's a company website with photos. There's also a couple of news reports. However, I know when to take a hint. If you change your mind, make sure you don't wash your hand, Ms Morgan. It was sincerely an absolute pleasure to meet you."
Jessica was still holding firm, her hand resting on her hip as she eyed him closely. Maybe it had to do with trying to claw her way up in a very male realm that was the legal sector in England. These days, it maybe wasn't as difficult to break that glass ceiling as it used to be, but whether she liked it or not, a lot of the lawyers Tom's company was fighting against in cases were male and they tried to take advantage and she had resolved early on she was never going to let anyone just walk all over her because she was blonde and had tits. God knew they tried it on repeatedly. She had lost count of how many times she had been mistaken as Tom's secretary. Her conscience knew she would be furvently Googling as soon as she was alone, but he didn't have to know that. Maybe Sophie had a point, even if Jess had pushed her to give Ethan a shot in the early days. Sophie had stood firm and not let Ethan just own her. "Have a nice day, sir," she finally replied to him calmly.
Phillipe inclined his head and backed up towards the elevator without taking his eyes off her until he absolutely had to. She was beautiful, she was feisty, she had curves he just wanted to get his hands on and she had told him to go fuck himself. As soon as he was alone in the elevator he let out a frustrated growl as he scrubbed his hand over his face before breaking out into laughter. He was fucking doomed, and he'd only known her for five minutes.
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Fringe
Co-written with legalambition
Phillipe was still riding high from the knowledge that his brother would be coming home next week. He couldn't believe that fourteen months had really gone by so quickly. He was still trying to account for where all his time had gone, and was failing miserably. The French born software engineer readjusted his baseball cap as he rode the elevator up to Hunt & Associates after receiving an email from Ethan to drop off some papers on his behalf. Apparently even on a cruise ship out in the middle of whichever ocean it was his business partner still couldn't leave work alone. He wondered if his wife had any idea, but he supposed Ethan wasn't a CEO for nothing, and Thomas Hunt didn't run a successful law firm by being tardy with court actions.
He scratched at the side of his nose as he heard the ding just before the doors opened and stepped out into the now familiar offices. He'd been here a few times with Ethan while they were trying to sort out copyright issues before embarking on their project, but he didn't remember the beautiful blonde now bent over a desk with one of her feet kicked up behind her. He tilted his head as he watched her, Phillipe wetting his lips at the sight of her curvy arse. He had no idea how much time had passed, and was just grateful his dick hadn't decided to jump in with a salute considering he was wearing jeans and didn't want to castrate himself, or embarrass himself.
"Excusez-moi, madamoiselle," he said after finally dragging himself back to the reason he was here. "I wonder if you could... assist me."
Jessica couldn't remember the last time she had literally shrieked like a girl as she did just now. It was embarrassing, and it was inelegant, and that was before even contemplating the fact that she sent her pen flying through the air in fright and it smack him right in the middle of the forehead, leaving a sore looking red spot that she just gaped at as if it was about to start spurting blood all over the place. Her hand flew up to her mouth with a gasp and she froze, just standing there looking like a gigantic dork for what felt like a lifetime.
But some sympathetic brain cell soon kicked in and she was in front of him in a heart beat, her hands on his cheeks as she started to examine his forehead. "Shit! I mean, bollocks, I mean ass, I mean oops," she corrected hasitly, remembering at the last minute that she was in a professional environment. "I'm so sorry! I was just... this case is... and you... and it's... I hurt you, I'm sorry. You're French. That's French, right?" Her eyes dropped from his forehead to his face as she continued to cup it and her eyes widened just a little more than they already where. He was bloody hot.
Phillipe had actually been amused at the sound of her shriek, and then a little stunned at having the pen hit him in the forehead. It was some skilled shot to actually get it under the front of the baseball cap. Now he was smirking again as he started to chuckle, his eyes holding a cheeky glint in them as his hand moved to her hip. He rubbed his thumb softy against it as he held her gaze. "Oui, it's French. I'm French. Well, half and half. My mother is English, and I've lived here for several years. My accent isn't quite what it used to be. You're also more than welcome to hurt me any time you want, cherie. As long as you kiss it better."
Jessica knew if he wasn't talking French to her she probably would have decked him by now for touching her. But the accent was doing less than innocent things to her and after gazing at him stupidly for a few more moments, she cleared her throat and stepped out of his reached, holding her hand out to him in a professional stance. "I'm Jessica Morgan, and I'd appreciate if it you kept your hands to yourself, sir," she said with a small sniff as she struggled internally to try and claw her professional persona back. Damn him for being hot and French. She sounded so bloody common with her London accent in comparison to his.
Phillipe cocked his head at the change, but she was probably right to put distance between them. He reached up to pull his hat off, and tucked it under his armpit before he took her hand and resisted the urge to kiss the back of it. At least until he'd finished with the firm handshake. He held her gaze as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "Phillipe Chevalier. And your every wish is my command, Ms Morgan." He released her hand and put his hat back on his head before folding his arms across his chest with the folder tucked against it. "I apologise if I've caused you any kind of discomfort."
Internally, Jess was really fighting not to grab him and throw him on the desk and tear his clothes off, but outwardly, she was the picture of professionalism that was required of being a new associate of Hunt & Associates. It was at the back of her mind, though, that Tom had probably ridden countless cocks on his desk, and that thought just made her even more hot. It didn't help when she thought about him riding Stuart because the pair of them were just so fucking hot together it wasn't even funny. It should be illegal, in fact. She cleared her throat softly, trying to pretend the guy standing in front of her was looking like a horse's arse, but it really wasn't working. She was also trying to tell herself the accent was fake, because then he would be a dork, only she knew inside it wasn't fake and he wasn't a dork, and that sucked because professionalism didn't come naturally to a girl like her. Before she could stop herself, she reached over and plucked his hat off his head, tossing it onto the desk. "Respect for a lady, sir," she told him crisply and then raised an eyebrow at him. "What can I do for you? If you're here to see Mr Hunt, he is unavailable for consult right now."
His eyebrows went up at the way she took his hat away from him, and he decided to risk a slap by stepping back in closer to her again. She really was beautiful. The curves, those plump gorgeous lips just begging to be kissed, and an attitude to boot. She was definitely no shrinking violet. He could see why Tom had hired her. "Oui, Ms Morgan. I always have respect for a lady. I know Mr Hunt is away. I'm here because Mr Williamson asked me to drop this file off. It's very important, apparently. I haven't read it, though. It's none of my business." His gaze dipped from her eyes to her mouth, and then to her chest where there was just the slightest hint of cleavage. Phillipe was aching to get his hands on her body.
Jess looked between his face and the file, then back again. "Mr Williamson?" She accepted the file and opened it up, wondering if these were the documents Tom had emailed her about. Some sort of documents evidence of the guy trying to sue them having a record of fraud. That would be her night if they were. She had to trawl through them looking for the specific lines of text. Welcome to the world of being a junior associate and fresh out of law school. "Bloody Ethan! His company is not going to go down the tossing crapper if he's away for three weeks. I am so telling Sophie he has been working on his holiday," she resolved, talking to herself more than him. Bloody creating work when all she wanted to do was go to the pub for a pint.
Phillipe watched her with sudden concern and resisted the urge to stroke his fingers against her cheek in comfort. "Perhaps I should take the file back, leave you free of work for the moment. I can bring it back in the morning. I'll claim to have gotten distracted." He smirked a little. "I don't think he wants to be in trouble with his wife, and I don't want your night taken up with work when I have other plans."
Jess had her nose scrunched up as she skimmed the first page of the document, but she soon glanced up at him again with a smirk. "All the more reason for me to snitch on him," she couldn't help but add deviously. "Handcuffs and Calamine will be the least of his worries. I'm painfully tempted." She looked at him in confusion, not exactly sure what he was on about as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "What I don't do tonight, I'll be doing tomorrow night. I don't really want to be the reason E gets slapped with more multimillion pound lawsuits because I'm not doing my job, beside the fact Tom will tear me a new one and I don't know about you, but I like having just one arsehole. My butt is already big enough as it is."
"Your derrière is perfect, cherie. Please don't insult something I've already come to admire so much..." Phillipe let his gaze travel back down her body pointedly as he sucked on his bottom lip thoughtfully as his mind strayed to all the things he really would love to do to her arse. "You know Ethan that well, mademoiselle? Or is it Sophie? I heard he had had Chicken Pox, but I was not aware handcuffs had been involved. My poor mon ami. How late do you think you'll be working?"
Jess blinked, getting a sensation that he was hitting on her, but not quite sure if he actually was. Then she found herself in that awkward realm where it felt like you were being hit on, but you didn't want to make a wank of yourself and acknowledge it just in case it wasn't. This was just one of many trials of being a twenty-something single girl these days. You wanted to not fall flat on your arse and come off sounding desperate by asking a bloke what he was on about. She splayed her hand over the front of the file and shrugged. "E's my darling brother-in-law. He's the reason I even have this job, I think Tom was feeling charitable so I didn't have to end up in some grungy backdoor law firm to get my unrestricted licence. Even if it does make me feel in over my head some days. Some clients' photocopying bills cost more than my whole apartment in some of these cases. How long? Probably all night judging by the size of this file," she finally said wryly with a sigh.
Phillipe arched an eyebrow. "No shit. Me and my brother were just discussing the other day if Soph had any gorgeous sisters we might try and poach. Guess we were right. You look like you belong here, Ms Morgan. Don't go doubting yourself just yet. I can see you being a lawyer people wouldn't want to mess with once you start believing in yourself. I was definitely shaking in my sneakers." He reached out to take her hand, drawing it close to him as he fished a pen out of his pocket, and gave her a wink as he wrote his phone number on the back of hand. "For when you're done. My sleeping patterns are already fucked, you won't be waking me up. I'd like a chance to see you outside of this office so that I might be inappropriate and not keep my hands to myself." He let go of her hand, and tucked his into his pockets before he leaned forward, and kissed her gently as he drew her bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it briefly before pulling back with a smile. "Delicious."
Jessica just looked at him, dumfounded. Was Ethan's delivery boy really hitting on her? Bloody hell. She didn't even know how she was supposed to feel about that, let alone how Ethan would take the news. Was this even allowed in professional billionaire territory? Of course, if he was Ethan's errand boy, he would probably be a really well-paid errand boy, so that was something. He was also a very French errand boy... did France have errand boys? She just looked, blinking, at the number scrawled on the back of her hand. "No, I- you- this-" she fumbled and then cleared her throat, holding the hand up to him. "This isn't a good good idea."
Phillipe just looked at her, even if his eyes felt like they were burning to look at her lips again. "Pourquois pas? Why not?"
"I... don't know," Jessica and then pointed at him, waving her finger at him a little. "And you shouldn't be questioning me, either. This is extremely unprofessional and you're... you're... a client of a client," she said, getting flustered. It had been far too long since she had been hit on so blatantly and she had no idea how she was supposed to be reacting.
Phillipe pointed a finger at himself as he raised his eyebrows. "I'm... non, you misunderstand. I am occasionally having to deal with Hunt, but not that regularly. And Ethan is not my employer, he's my business partner. Equal standing. I'm a software engineer. I'm my own boss, it just so happens Ethan was very keep to get his hands on my considerable talent." He waggled his eyebrows a little before he started to chuckle at his unintentional double entendre. "I really am sorry if I've pushed too far. It's just been a long while since I've met a woman I have felt so attracted to instantly. Perhaps my flirting skills have become blunt from lack of use."
Jessica frowned and stuck her nose in the air slightly. "So, what, I'm just a random option because you can't get laid anywhere else? I know guys like you. They slobber all over me in the pub on a Saturday night." She had always been a fiesty one, and had a history of telling guys to go fuck themselves. She was a professional, independent woman who wasn't just going to let a random guy ogle her arse and cleavage and give into a random fuck. She wasn't that sort of girl. "I'm not even sure I buy the software line. Do you know how many times I have heard that?" she said with a sniff, going back over to the desk and leaning over to arrange her papers spread across it, dropping the new file on top of them. Thank god she could still walk purposefully in high heels and a tight skirt. "You can take your considerable talent, sir, and stick it up your skilled arse."
This time his mouth really did fall open slightly as he just gaped in awe at her. His interest hadn't diminished in the slightest, in fact, he was pretty sure her telling him to go fuck himself was just spurring him on more. "Merde," he cursed softly. "You aren't a random option, have you not been listening? I don't give my number to random options. I don't care about random options. If you don't believe the software line then Google my name. There's a company website with photos. There's also a couple of news reports. However, I know when to take a hint. If you change your mind, make sure you don't wash your hand, Ms Morgan. It was sincerely an absolute pleasure to meet you."
Jessica was still holding firm, her hand resting on her hip as she eyed him closely. Maybe it had to do with trying to claw her way up in a very male realm that was the legal sector in England. These days, it maybe wasn't as difficult to break that glass ceiling as it used to be, but whether she liked it or not, a lot of the lawyers Tom's company was fighting against in cases were male and they tried to take advantage and she had resolved early on she was never going to let anyone just walk all over her because she was blonde and had tits. God knew they tried it on repeatedly. She had lost count of how many times she had been mistaken as Tom's secretary. Her conscience knew she would be furvently Googling as soon as she was alone, but he didn't have to know that. Maybe Sophie had a point, even if Jess had pushed her to give Ethan a shot in the early days. Sophie had stood firm and not let Ethan just own her. "Have a nice day, sir," she finally replied to him calmly.
Phillipe inclined his head and backed up towards the elevator without taking his eyes off her until he absolutely had to. She was beautiful, she was feisty, she had curves he just wanted to get his hands on and she had told him to go fuck himself. As soon as he was alone in the elevator he let out a frustrated growl as he scrubbed his hand over his face before breaking out into laughter. He was fucking doomed, and he'd only known her for five minutes.
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