Black Butterfly || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

20 - Full of Surprises

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"Even when you think you have your life all mapped out, things happen that shape your destiny in ways you might never have imagined."

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Friday

One of the worst situations to be in is when you're somewhere you know you're not supposed to be, and you're a fraction away from getting caught. And getting caught can result to being placed in a position that will ultimately be the end of your life, or something else that's life ruining.

Take me right now for example.

As someone who is not a fan of tightly closed spaces, I was huddled up under a desk with my hand over my own mouth to silence my nervous breathing. I pushed my body back against the back of the desk to avoid Anakin's knees, legs, or feet from touching me, so he wouldn't learn I was there and do god knows what.

And every-time he rolled his chair just a little forward and got just a little closer, I swear I thought I was going to throw up. I may not believe he's a murderer, but there's a first time for everything. And in my line of work I've come to learn that people are capable of a lot when it comes protecting themselves and-or their family.

And I had no weapons or even a phone to ask for back-up, I was completely on my own right now with no way to defend myself. So it's safe to say that for the first time being in this place, I was utterly terrified.

Today very well may be the day I take my last breath and I blame one person right now — fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi.

A few hours prior

"So I asked a few of the women in the department for opinions since I lack taste when it comes to women's clothing, and these are the dress options that won," He laid out three white bags with hangers that contained my choices for tomorrow.

I smiled as I began to unzip them and take a look - upon looking at the first one, my eyes widened. I've seen prostitutes wear more conservative clothes than this. But I didn't want to complain so I decided to check the other two before making him go on another shopping spree. Or at least give me money so I can just do it myself.

Unfortunately the second one was no better, if anything, it may have been worse. There weren't even straps and the cleavage area looked like it would cover nothing, not to mention the length which would no doubt give people a shot of my underwear if I bend over even the slightest bit. And I refuse to stand there like a mannequin all night in order to protect myself from public indecency.

So with those two choices being horrendous, I didn't have much faith in the third. But as I unzipped the last outfit, I gasped, "This one is perfect, thank you," I pulled out the sparkling black dress. This one was still short—but it reached the middle of my thigh so it wasn't too bad—the sleeves were long, and the cleavage had a deep V-shape, but it was still more conservative than the rest and looked classy.

Obi-Wan grabbed the other two from the table, "I was hoping you'd choose that one, these two weren't favorites of mine - but the ladies in the office were persistent."