Wildcard (A.H. x Reader x S.R.)

Chapter 7 - Professionalism

"In the middle of the night, when I dream of getting you

Grab my hairs going crazy thinking what I'd do to you

I'd rip off all your clothes as I'm breaking down the door

I'd make you beg for more as I pin you to the floor

Cause you'd be screaming, oh, oh, oh

Baby don't stop, no no, no no

We can fire up the night

Make me feel alive

Fire up the night."

-Fire Up the Night – New Medicine

You were left reeling when Hotchner left your apartment, trying to figure out if that actually just happened, or if you were in a particularly real feeling lucid dream. Now you were conflicted as to what to do as the man had essentially fucked you over. If you didn't get off, you were unsatisfied, and he basically predicted that you wouldn't be able to satisfy your needs without him. If you did get off, you were more than likely going to still be unsatisfied and he would have been right about you getting off simply for spite. One option made it seem like you had no self-control while the other made you look like you needed him too much. You hated both options and silently cursed Hotchner. The arrogant prick had made sure to leave you in a lose-lose situation while he got exactly what he wanted.

You sighed, biting your lip as you thought about what to do. Then a thought struck you. Spencer. You could easily fuck Hotchner over by simply growing out your relationship with Spencer. You genuinely liked him, and you wouldn't have to do any work to work Hotchner up, it would simply be a side effect of the relationship. You smirked, happy to play the long game rather than the short game. It was like sex filled emotional chess. You decided against getting off, preferring to show self-control rather than seeming like you were so needy you needed to cum right after he left.

You walked back to your kitchen, continuing where you left off as though he didn't show up at your door at all, pushing all thoughts of Aaron Hotchner out of your mind for the moment.

*Time jump to Friday*

Friday came too fast for your liking. While you weren't necessarily uncomfortable or intimidated in anyway, you weren't your usually witty self. You were saving your energy, so to speak. You were going to need it to play Hotchner's games, especially given this was going to be a blatantly personal conversation that he was going to treat more like a business transaction rather than a sexual contract for a purely sexual relationship. You said good morning to Andre, unlocking the door to your office and stepping inside, only to find a cup of coffee perched on your desktop. You narrowed your eyes, confused as to where it had come from.

"Andre. Come here for a second," you called, waving the light-skinned man over.

"Yeah?" he asked, stopping next to you and eyeing the cup of coffee.

"Where the hell did this come from?" you asked, pointing to it.

Andre shrugged, walking into your office and picking it up, laughing when he eyes something. "Come over here and find out. The guy left a note, dumbass," Andre laughed, setting the cup of coffee out of the way. You sauntered over, finding a post-it note underneath the cup of coffee.