Hard Time's

I think Im in love again

You want to follow the baroness and ask what just happened but before you do John returns to escort you to your new room. It's bigger than your entire flat, tidier and much more grand. 'I hope it's to your liking. There is an ensuite and if you need anything else just let me know.' You bring yourself out of your dream-like state. 'Oh um wait actually. John? It was John wasn't it?' John turns to you. 'I was just wondering, downstairs? What was that all about?' He clasps his hands behind his back as he sizes you up. 'The baroness is a very complicated woman. Don't get me wrong she's tenacious to a fault when it comes to business. However, he watches you he's regarding you coolly. 'Sometimes she surprises you but it never ends well.'

You drop your bag at your feet. 'Cryptic much?' John doesnt respond but you can tell he's worried not for you, but about you, like he's waiting for you to strike. This leaves you totally confused a you had no intention of doing any such thing. 'Will that be all?' You shrug. 'Goodnight.' It's been a hell of a day and although you'd like to check on the baroness you are exhausted. You pull of your clothes and slide into bed falling asleep instantly. The room fills with bright light and you groan. 'Why aren't you ready for work we're going to be late?' You squint and make out the baroness's silhouette. 'What? Sorry I must've over slept, what time is it?' your voice is still croaky just waking up. 'It's just past five.' The baroness informs and you blink. 'Five?! I mustve slept all day Im so sorry!'

The baroness raises an eye brow. 'Am, not pm dear.' You blink and stare at her. 'Five in the fucking morning? Then why'd you wake me up it's the middle of the night.' Your head flops back onto the pillow and you draw the cover over you.'Work starts 5am sharp, although being that I am the boss and don't go in till 5.30 that will work for you as well.' You groan and know she pretty much owns you right now and don't have much a choice. 'Starting to understand why that red-head wanted to strangle you.' you mutter. 'Excuse me?' The baroness heard you and she sounds pissed. 'Nothing, sorry just mumbling to myself.' The baroness regards you coldly and angrily grabs the quilt throwing it off you.

It's strange you see the blush on her cheeks and don't understand why. 'I didn't realise you slept so, freely.' she says uncomfortably. You look down remembering you're naked but it doesnt bother you hell it was your job up until last night and she's saw you before. This time seems different though she obviously hadn't meant to expose you. You give a gentle smile and shift to your knees. 'You didn't know it's fine I don't mind anyway.' You gently squeeze her hand and she lets you but she is struggling with how comfortable you are kneeling naked before her. 'I'll see you downstairs.' she says stifly and dropping your hand she leaves.

You get dressed quickly pulling on a knee length black casual dress, you apply your eyeliner and head downstairs meeting the baroness in the car. She has her sunglasses on and is looking out the car window as the engine starts. You close the door and play with the hem of your dress. 'Sooo,' you tap your fingers nervously on the leather seat. 'I was wondering what was that all about last night?' The baroness continues to stare out the window. 'Yknow the red-head?' Still no reaction. 'The one who said you put her out a job because she wouldnt screw you.' You press the matter not allowing her to ignore you.

The baroness snaps round to you whipping of her over sized sunglasses. '(y/n) in the last 24 hours I've given you a real career opportunity, and a room in my home so you are free of that rat hole you were living in. Perhaps a little gratitude?' You are a little pissed at this you didnt ask her to ride in on her white horse and save you. 'Gratitude is for losers.' it comes out before you can stop yourself. The funny thing is at this she raises an eye brow and gives you a genuine smile of admiration before putting her sunglasses back on. You smile watching her she is a strange one you twitch your lips and decide not to push the matter further.

When you arrive you are put to work straight away and immediately get designing it's not long before the others begin stopping there work. Everyone is looking at you, your mannequin is wearing the most eccentric black and green styled gown. The baroness walks out onto the platform placing her hands on the rail watching you. You grab two points of the hem of the dress pinning it up to show your full work. How the dress would look when caught in a breeze. The baroness's heels click as she walks down stairs. She walks over to you and everyone is watching you havent noticed. You stand back to admire your creation. 'Perfect.' When the baroness speaks it's like everyone stops breathing.

You turn noticing her with a start then frown wondering why everyone is staring. The baroness is admiring your creation in awe. 'I've done it again.' she says dreamily. You raise an eye brow at this but say nothing. That night you head up to the office to meet the baroness so you can head home together. She's bent over her desk filling out some form of paper work her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. You can't help but take in how beautiful she looks by the glow of the lamp. The baroness removes her glasses and lifts a pocket mirror checking her face, her eyes, her mouth her cleavage. Yet somehow she looks disatisfied, for the life of you, you can't understand why. She's gorgeous.

The baroness looks up catching you spying on her you tap the glass and enter. 'Hey I was just wondering if you were ready for home?' She puts her mirror into her handbag. 'Yes.' she tidies up her paperwork with a sigh and switches the lamp out. You follow her as she heads downstairs. 'Baroness, are you okay?' you ask genuinely. The baroness's expression doesnt falter. 'Why wouldnt I be?' she replies boredly. At that her heel slips on the step she lets out a scream as she falls backwards and it echoes through the empty warehouse. You are quick and manage to catch her before she hits the floor. She grips your arm and looks at you in shock.

It feels like time has frozen as you hold her upper body, just as suddenly you help her back onto her feet. Her hand is still on your arm and she notices this immediately letting go like you are acid to her skin. She puts a hand on her chest to steady her heartbeat. 'Damn these stairs!' You dont point out it's more to do with her shoes than the stairs. She doesnt thank you and you don't mind, she winces as she steps off the last stair. You notice she is struggling but doing her best not to show she's in pain as she marches on. It's only when you catch up with her you startle her a little. You snake your arm around her waist allowing her to lean her weight on you and save her dignity. 'I got you.' you whisper helping her to the car. Her hand is uncertain as she eventually allows it to rest on your upper arm.

"Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons
I'm feeling like a child, I need something to play on
I'm trying hard to trust you when you say "give me your hand"
Baby, I'm fallin', I hope you catch me when I land"