Untamed (REWRITING)

15

For the next couple of days Shelby snuck into her office to escape from the prison she called a house, she hoped Heather would lay back on their deal but every day she walked into Shelby's office looking like a ray of sunshine.

"Well don't you look nice today." Heather eyed the flip flops Shelby was wearing with a frown on her face.

"Not everyone can make heels look good like you do Heather." Shelby huffed sticking her legs out.

"Maybe that's because I don't wear pajamas to work."

Shelby folded her arms under her bosom with a blush adorning her face. "It's a wardrobe malfunction, I didn't know I wasn't wearing normal clothes until I got here and I couldn't go back because then, Bran would have definitely seen me."

"That is the reason why you keep spare clothes in the office, it is because of events like this that you keep yourself prepared so you won't be caught off guard." Heather kept her gaze on Shelby's face so they wouldn't stray to her very attractive cleavage.

Shelby rolled her eyes when Heather was done with her lecture. "Yes mom, I'll fix a walk in closet around here so this kind of event never occurs again."

Heather smiled victoriously even though there were other terms she would have preferred other than 'mom'. She cleared her throat pushing her dirty thoughts aside.

"You have a lot of paperwork to do so get to work."

Shelby groaned out loud while Heather chuckled. Minutes passed and yet she couldn't focus on the files in front of her because of the woman seated comfortably in her space.

Heather had abandoned her poised position and expensive pumps, her legs were curled under her while she read something on her tab. She smiled here and there, did nothing out of the ordinary but still she held Shelby captive. Shelby didn't even try to shake herself out of the trance, she loved being caught up in Heather's spell, being able to see the Heather that nobody else could, she was loving every stalkerish second of it.

"When I said you had paperwork to go through, I didn't say I was amongst them Miss MacLean."

Shelby jumped when she was caught staring, Heather was still focused on whatever it was that she was reading on her tab.

"I-i wasn't staring." Shelby stuttered.

"I never said you were." Heather pointed out.

"Well I wasn't" Shelby lowered her gaze to the files on her table as she bit her lip. She shivered when she felt cold fingers on her cheek.

Heather tugged Shelby's lower lip free with her thumb. "You're behind on a lot of things, I'm sorry if I'm distracting you from working but you need a chaperone here just in case. As for staring at me you can do that all day and at any time when you're done" Heather winked at a flushed Shelby.

They both jumped when the door slammed open. Shelby stiffened when she saw Bran standing at the door, he wasn't looking happy.

"Hey Bran." Shelby chuckled nervously.

"What are you doing here missy? I thought the doctor told you to lay off work for the next few weeks."

"He said that yes but I'm sure it wasn't for paper work."

Bran squinted his eyes at Shelby. "You're not supposed to be here, just a few weeks ago you were half dead so if the doctor says you need to stay in bed for one year then you better do."

"I don't need to rest Bran besides I should have actually resumed work last week but you solely refused to let me do that. I'm sure that wasn't what the doctor ordered." Shelby said through clenched teeth.

"I just want what's best for you Shel, I always have and you know that."

"I have one person breathing down my neck, I don't need another."

"I won't count me coming to your office everyday for the past few weeks breathing down your neck would I?" Heather said still seated on Shelby's desk.

Shelby rolled her eyes sighing dramatically. "I don't think anyone asked you to resume in my office every morning like you were my goddamn secretary."

Heather recognized the edge in Shelby's voice with ease as she only attacked when she felt like she was backed into a corner. "I think Bran just wants what's best for you, you don't have to be a bitch about it."

Shelby grinded her teeth, while her cheeks turned red in anger. "I am not being a bitch. If anyone knows what that looks like, it would be you."

"Your come backs are lame, you would definitely have been buried alive if you were in the city." Heather laughed dryly.

Shelby's face looked so red, Bran was worried she would pop a vein from how hard she was glaring at Heather.

"I believe everyone needs a time out, I'll go take a walk around the stables." Shelby pushed her chair back ready to storm out of her office.

"You're such a child yet you're worried everyone wants to check in on you, you can't survive on your own. Introverted and closed off? You're just a lonely and sad woman who doesn't know her place in life, if anyone tries to ground you it's because you have no idea how to do that yourself."

Shelby clutched her fists tightly till her nails broke through skin, what did Heather know about her life? What did she know about her?

Bran stood quietly in the corner with his hat in his hands, the temperature in the room had risen considerably making him break a sweat, he also didn't know how to quell the tension that was rising to the point where he could choke. He eyed Shelby skeptically, there was only one thing Heather was wrong about and Bran was afraid she was about to find out.

Shelby leaned over her desk with her fingers spread out staring into Heather's wide eyes. "You're one to talk, the only great achievement you can boast of is bullying people off their lands because you're good at it, I'm lonely? I'd take that any day than live the way you live, I'm sad? That's fine Heather, it's a human feeling, I might not be what you want but I'd take that to being dead inside."

The room fell silent when the door slammed behind Shelby's retreating form.

Her comebacks always hit home.

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