My Girl | Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Chapter Two - Handy Red Flannel

**Chapter Warnings**

NFSW!!!

Role-play!!! Public sex! Handcuffed. Gagged.

Okay, here's the thing, Flip gives zero fucks. He will fuck, anywhere, anytime. The man lives on the edge and in the moment.

Additionally, aftercare was cut short and emotionally unavailable... Also, Flip smokes... like a lot in this chapter but also expect it in the rest of the story! :D

If you are not okay with the above, please do not continue.

I can't wait to read any comments you leave, I will try to respond to them all!

Vibes: I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos

Enjoy!

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Work had been insane. Long hours, way too many cups of coffee, and piles of paperwork. Now, you were sitting at your desk on your day off, reviewing notes and categorizing to get caught up. Finally feeling like you could pause your work, you stood up and stretched your stiff spine. You could either leave now or finish your work, with the help of one more cup of coffee.

As you contemplated your next steps, you noticed Flip and Ron enter the station, beelining down the hall for the break room. Your cheeks flushed and your lids fluttered a bit at the sight of Flip. You couldn't resist an encounter with him. Coffee was sounding nicer by the second.

You grabbed your mug and slipped into the breakroom, noticing that the room went silent. You were annoyed that they felt as if they couldn't talk in your presence, but you ignored them, bending over to open the ice box and grab some cream. You bent over again to return the cream, suddenly feeling all eyes on you as your dress inched up the back of your thighs. You didn't usually wear a dress to work, but it was technically your day off and it wasn't like it was something special, just a simple, rust-colored wrap dress.

When you turned around, taking a sip of your coffee, you peeked over the rim right at Flip, who was already staring back at you. He had a boyish grin on his face. It made butterflies explode in your tummy. In his defense, he'd never seen you in a dress before. You couldn't resist, you winked at him as you stepped out of the breakroom.

"Gentlemen."

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How did it get so late? You groaned inwardly as you glanced around to find that the station was empty. Just as you turned your desk lamp off, your eyes caught Flip's movements on the opposite side of the office. Sitting in the safety of the darkness surrounding your desk, you watched as he checked his pockets for his wallet, keys, and cigarettes. He pulled a half-used cigarette out of the pack and put it between his lips, turning to the exit. 

It had been weeks since the locker room and you were getting that familiar itch. But truthfully, you couldn't care less if the two of you fucked tonight, you just wanted to be in his presence. A part of you felt like a pathetic fangirl, but another part didn't care. You were a grown-ass woman, and you could get what you wanted. So, you dashed for the exit, grabbing your purse on the way out.

As the fresh night air hit your face, your eyes landed on Flip standing by his truck's passenger side door, patting his pockets. A string of profanities exited his mouth as he frantically looked around. His now-lit cigarette nearly fell from his lips as he cursed. It became obvious he had lost his keys. You glanced around the parking lot and not ten feet in front of you were a pair of keys illuminated by the moonlight.

"Here, you dropped these!" you called to him, bending and snatching the keys from the gravel.

Flip turned and smirked as soon as he heard your voice. His eyes instantly possessed you and heat rose quickly through your core as you neared.