How could you love me? (Abby Gerhard x Reader)

Part 2 - My eyes are up here

The next morning i was even more nervous. I just couldn't stop thinking about her.
Abby Gerhard.
This name were in my head like a catchy tune. I tried so hard to not daydream about her but i couldn't help it. Even if i knew it was my disease.

At the company it was just the same as yesterday. Bringing others their drinks or doing other useless stuff. I felt more like a waitress than a secretary. But at least i had some phone calls and planned meetings. Suddenly I heard a knock on my open door. I smiled before I lifted my head because I already knew who it was. I looked up to notice I was right. It was Ms. Gerhard. She stood there, in a beautiful black dress that empathized her perfect curves.

I looked up and down her body, forgetting that she was actually standing there, eying me. "My eyes are up here." She said with a small chuckle und I blushed, looking down. "We both have a meeting with Mr. Miller and others today at 3 pm." She informed me. "Okay, I'll be in his office in time." I said with a shaky voice and smiled. She smiled too and with that she left my office.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on some paper work again. My first paperwork that actually wasn't just useless work.
I couldn't forget the sound of her voice and her chocolate brown eyes. I tried to think about anything but her but it was nearly impossible.

After a while I saw that it was 2:50 pm so I made my way to my boss's office. I don't even know what I should do there. Sitting there and exist? Something I don't understand is what I'm even doing here but the money is necessary. When I arrived there I knocked the door. Ms. Gerhard opened the door smiling. She showed me to sit on the chair next to hers and so I did. All eyes were on me until my boss finally began to talk about random things about the business.

Ms. Gerhard leaned to the side and whispered in my ear. "All okey. There's no need to be nervous." She said and I felt here gaze on my body. It made me get goosebumps and shiver again. I just nodded, not able to speak. We sat there for 30 minutes and we didn't do anything. We were the only women in here. Sometimes Ms. Gerhard said or explained something and the men were just looking at her without any respect. I wonder if they even listened. It broke my heart but she was used to it I guess. Now Ms. Gerhard was talking and a men cut her word off. "Why is she even talking?" He said to my boss, who only raised his eyebrows. I let out a quiet gasp and wanted to say something but Ms Gerhard laid her hand on my leg, showing me to better stay silent.

"It's okey." She whispered with a sad smile. I tried to calm down, which was impossible because her hand still rested on my thigh. After 3 minutes or so the meeting ended. She took her hand from my thigh and i immediately missed her touch. I felt even more sick for thinking like that and kind of craving for her touch.
After that I could go home and so I did.

I was getting ready for a bar. I needed a glass of tequila. I wore a dark green business dress, my black heels and my black coat. After a fifteen minutes walk I arrived there. It was already dark outside because it was 11 pm. I ordered a drink and sat down on the bar. I felt so lonely and cold. I felt numb and paralyzed in a way I couldn't really describe. I didn't had friends or something. I just sat there, alone, drowning in my dark thoughts.

"You look pretty sad for such a beautiful, young girl." I heard a voice next to me. I jumped a little and saw the beautiful brunette from my work space next to me. I was speechless. "Hello, Can I sit here?" She added and sat down without giving me time to answer.

"A glass of red whine please!" She said to the waiter behind the bar. Her leg slightly touched mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach. "You are shy, aren't you?" She spoke again, lifting my chin with her hand forcing me to look at her. I blushed and smiled like an idiot.

"So, how are you?" She tried to start a conversation while taking a sip of her drink. I felt bad for not talking enough but I was just to nervous. "I'm good. How are you doing?" I said and forced a smile. I'm definitely not good. Not even close to okey, but who cares?
"Really?" She said and I think there was some concern on her face. "Yea really. And you?" I asked again. "Me too" She said and smiled. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating fast against my chest.

Just the smallest actions of her drove me crazy. I eyed her. No ring on her finger. She cought me how I looked at her lips. "Staring is rude sweetheart." She said with a huskey voice. I just realized how close our faces were. Just a few inches between. This women looked into my soul. I could stay in this position to the end of time.

Suddenly we slightly jumped away as if we were in some kind of trance. And again i missed her so near to me. She cleared her throat and it was awkwardly silent again. Now I decided to break the silence. She tried often enough. "So, do you live alone?" I asked without thinking.
What the f*ck am I doing what did I just say?!

"Yes, I do. And you?" She asked without feeling weird or something. I chuckled quiet. "Nope." I said and she smiled bright. "So y/n, how do you like your new work?" She asked. Her saying my name was my new favorite thing. She kinda made me feel like music does. And that's nearly impossible.

I remembered that she asked me a question. "Uhm..." I tried to find the right words. She chuckled. "You can be honest, trust me." She said. "And you can also adress me as Abby. We aren't at work here." She added and I nodded, smiling.

"So i don't feel comfortable with these men around me. They are rude and disrespectful, treating women like objects. Men are just disgusting." I was shocked about what I just said. It was this damn alcohol. But I took another sip of my drink, pretending I never said what I said. I could hear a chuckle from her, which confused me.

"Oh it's late. I need to go, I guess." I said saddly, didn't want to go yet. "Okey, I wish you a nice evening." She answered. It was almost 1 am. And i realized how long we sat there. I paid and wanted to go but I felt her soft skin on mine, her hand grabbing my wrist gently. I think she noticed how I melted in her touch. She looked at me and in her eyes I saw that she was nervous?

"I wanted to ask if I can by you a drink here tomorrow." She said. What? From all people in here, she wanted to buy me a drink. A person like me...
"Oh I-thank you, but you really don't have to do this." I said with a shaky voice. "No, I want to." She said with hope in her eyes. How could I say no?