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Chapter 1- Resting Grinch Face

A/N- Welcome to Harley and Camry's story guys! This is actually a completed work, it's not super long probably 10 chapters or less, but it is super spicy and full of feels. I know it's a Christmas story, but more so it's a story of masculine submission, payback, and unlocking the heart of a stud who's always kept herself guarded.

I'll be posting pictures (mostly of Camry since I found the perfect IG model to represent her, with all the right photos. Just keep an eye out for those and a few Harley pics to be slipped in as well. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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"Fix your face. It's not like I asked for this." Is the first thing I say to Camry as I walk into her boss's office. My eyes are narrowed in annoyance, and I decide to focus them on anything but her, while I approach the rich mahogany desk belonging to Director Richard Boward.

Camry sits upon the polished wood, long toned legs crossed to conceal what she's hiding beneath the skirt she wore to work today. She dresses smart for her line of work every day, blouse, skirt, heels. At times, she rides the line between professional and attention seeking. Like when her skirt is a smidge too short or the V-cut of her blouse is just a tad too deep. No one ever says anything about it, though, because none of the men want her to ever stop dressing that way.

Full disclosure- besides myself, and Camry- all of our coworkers are between 20-40 years old and are (for the most part) heterosexual men. No one ever gives me any grief for being a woman, mostly because I'm taller than most of them, more handsome than they are, and could take any one of them in a fight, if I needed to. I've been wringing every last penny out of my gym membership for the past 10 years, and then some martial arts classes in my spare time. To sum it up, I'm a 6'1, masc lesbian with caramel complected skin, full lips, long eyelashes, pale green eyes, and a full sleeve of tattoos covering every square inch of the skin on my right arm. Both sides of my head are shaved. Usually I keep the medium length, loose curls that remain at the very top, pulled up in a neat little bun towards the back of my head.

When I walk in a room, I'm an intimidating presence, even in my gray slacks and short sleeve, black, button-up business attire. I was hired into this misogynistic hell hole because I'm a genius with technology and they needed an IT person who could keep up. The pay is great, they didn't mind my tattoos, and since I'm quiet and don't make trouble, they treat me with respect. If they bother to speak to me at all.

I'm sure I don't need to explain how Camry ended up becoming the only other woman here. She showed up one day and boom- became the Director's new personal assistant/ work wife/eye candy. Everyone in this building is in love with the little vixen, except me. And that is because she's absolutely gorgeous- tight body with the perfect amount of curve.. Her golden locks may have come from a bottle (as evidenced by her dark eyebrows) but the long waves cascading down to the middle of her back were clearly professionally done, and the blonde looks exquisite on her. Especially since they are framing a slender, heart shaped face with eyes so blue they make you actually feel things.

And by that I mean...when she's sad, blue is how you feel too. When she's excited, you get that fuzzy warmth in your chest like it's a perfect day with clear blue skies. And when she doesn't like you, that blue seems to freeze into crystallized water, piercing through anyone she chooses to skewer. An icicle ice queen, if you will.

Speaking of being skewered...she unleashes those eyes on me every single day. Little miss Ice Queen must be famished because she's hell bent on making a Harley-kabob out of me. Christmas weather has nothing on her frigid countenance when I'm near by.

It's hard not to notice the way Camry's mouth is hanging open from the rudeness of my statement when I walked in the office. Usually I'm not just an asshole straight out of the gate. I actually try avoiding her or keeping my mouth shut, believe it or not. Try, being the operative word here. But it's Christmas Eve, and everyone else is at home with their families or doing their own thing for the holiday weekend.