𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

IKEA // D. O'Brien

I rolled out of bed, onto the floor of my bedroom loudly. Shit, I probably woke up Keighley downstairs. I looked at the time on my phone and huffed when I saw that it was barely 7. I reluctantly got up, showered and changed into sweats and a sports bra, when my laptop chimed with a notification.

BING

I dried most of the water from my hair, leaving it in damp curls, and sat at my desk and unlocked the laptop. I had one new request for my services, that asked for me to be there as soon as I could.

No, not that type of service, I build IKEA furniture for people that are too lazy or are incapable, of doing it themselves. I only ask for the room to myself, and occasionally for them to hold something in place for me. It sounds like a crappy job, but it's actually pretty okay. I get really good pay and I don't have to deal with people for like four or so hours, and I work the hours I want. I like my job, honestly. How many people can say that with a genuine smile on their face? Anyway, back to the story.

I typed in my reply:

ME: I don't have any other clients booked in for today. What time is preferable for you?

THEM: Some time after 10? I don't mind honestly, I just need help building a few things.

ME: That's perfectly fine. I'll book you in for 11:30? I do, however, need a name for the booking?

THEM: 11:30 is fine. Could you put it under Rhodes please?

ME: Sorry, I need the address too? Don't wanna turn up at the wrong place.

THEM: Sure, it's (**** ****** ******)

ME: Lovely. It's all booked. Have a nice day.

THEM: You too.

I set a reminder in my phone calendar for 11:30 at Mr. Rhodes' address. I started getting ready and remembered that I had like three hours between now and then. I smirked to myself and jumped back into bed, immediately going back to sleep.

}- Three Hours Later -{

I woke up after feeling so much better than I did when I first got up. I got out of bed, dried my hair fully, changed into something easier to work in. I checked myself out in the mirror, ensuring that I wouldn't be getting groped again, hopefully. I grabbed my phone, keys, tools, wallet, and purse. I locked my door, headed downstairs and jumped into my car. Heading straight for Mr. Rhodes house. I prefer working in houses, you don't have to worry about neighbours, since they're always detached and I can play music while I'm working.

After a half hour drive to the house, I finally found the right one and parked on the curb outside. I checked quickly that I had all my tools and everything I was going to need that wouldn't come in IKEA packaging. So not a lot. I got out and headed up to the front door, I quickly checked the time while I was walking and found that I was 20 minutes early. I raised my eyebrows and kept walking, head held high. I knocked confidently on the door, but there was no answer. I tried again, but I got no response the second time around too.

I sighed and turned to leave when I was met with the sight that made my inner 12 year old do flips. Dylan O'Fucking Brien was standing behind me, keys in hand with brown grocery bag and a box of about a dozen doughnuts in the other. My eyes went wide and I started blushing, he did the same thing and smiled awkwardly. I pulled a tight-lipped smile and moved out of the way of his door so he could unlock it. He did so and invited me inside.