Part Time Problem

Chapter 1

      What's a girl to do when her job isn't paying the bills anymore? That's right! Take up a job in stripping at your best friends club and hide it from everyone.  I work for a big engineering company, I love it, really. But my landlord keeps upping my rent and what used to be more than enough is becoming never enough.  I was in desperate need of money quickly and with a background of competitive dancing I figured. How hard could stripping really be? 
         I'm at my desk finishing up the paperwork I was given this morning, it wasn't supposed to be my work but the new guy was struggling so I'm showing him how to do it. 
"And that's basically all that's too it! If you need help again just come ask, I'm happy to show you until you can do it alone." I passed him the paper work and he smiled at me, he was cute he had a little brother air to him and I just wanted to help him adjust a little.
"Thank you so much Carter! You have no idea how much you just saved me."  He took the papers and trotted back to his desk, I shot him a smile and went to grab a tea from the break room. After accidentally passing a mirror on the way I noticed that I must have been twirling my hair around my fingers again, multiple strands were twisted and out of place in my neat up-do. It's a habit I've never been able to break so I just fix my hair and head to the break room. Grabbing my cup from the cupboard I started to pour the hot water someone cleared their throat behind me.
"That was mine." I turned to face the voice, my boss' voice. This man had a reputation here, he was cold and cruel but fair. Also extremely sexy but that's beyond the point.
"Yours?" I tilted my head and he scoffed as if my questions had a very obvious answer. To be fair it did but still.
"The boiled water. It was for my coffee." I looked down and realized I hadn't boiled this kettle, it was in fact his. I handed him my mug of boiled water.
"Sorry sir, I wasn't thinking when I did it you can have this." I didn't wait for him to answer just shoved my mug into his hands and walked out of them door. Only then did I realize that 1) I didn't get my tea. And 2) The mug I just passed to my boss is painted with swans and has a heart shaped handle. Fuck. He probably thinks I'm crazy. I could have just boiled the kettle for him and apologized. It takes like 2 minutes max and I decide to pass him the swan lake mug. Deciding that walking away from this embarrassment would be best I sit back at my desk, he'll probably just dump my mug out and I can go get it after he goes back to his office, I really wanted my tea.
      I got so lost in my work I didn't hear people whispering until my work wife, (yes my work wife. I will stick by that and marry this woman if one day her husband decides he doesn't need her amazing-ness around anymore.) taps me on the shoulder, I look up at her and she points to the door frame.
"Why does Mr.Stanley have your favourite cup in his hand, And why is he drinking out of it?"  My eyes shoot up to him, sipping his coffee from my cup. My favourite cup. He locks eyes with me and I turn away because of pure embarrassment, why is my boss drinking out of my cup? Looking back up I notice him walking towards me and I'm shrinking more into my seat with every step I hear on the hard wood floors.
"Ms. Callahan." He stops and rests his forearm on my desk as he leans over to look me in the eye.  I look slightly up to fully meet his eyes and he lays his regular coffee mug down in front of me.
"Since I am using your mug for the day, use mine. Let's call it even, okay?" With that he pulled my swan cup to his lips and walked away.  My face was burning and I laid my forehead on my cold desk trying to figure out what had just happened. Sitting up with my hands to my face I peered through my fingers to his office. Glad he had shut his door.
"Carter! What just happened?" My work wife Odette grabbed me by the shoulders and shook.
"I... I actually don't know." I look down to the cup he left for me and sigh. At least now I get to have some tea.