Lute POV

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I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. Dangertits??? "Yes sir" I whiled around trying to hide my face and I heard the door slam behind me. 

entering the training center I tried to shake Adam's nickname from my head but it only made me feel more uneasy. Should I have been more hesitant to accept the promotion? Did he only offer me the position because of the dress I wore last night? What on earth was I thinking? He is ADAM the first man ever created, and my boss. No way he would do something so unprofessional. 

"CLEAR OUT GIRLS! YOU HAVE BEEN DISMISSED FOR THE DAY!" fucking hell what was I thinking? I need to get home now, I can't be at work like this.  

Slumped over my kitchen bench with a solid 3 fingers of neat whiskey my thoughts plagued me more than before. Why now did he suddenly want a second in command? Was there something going on with the higher powers in heaven that meant he wouldn't be able to train us in future? Was I even qualified to be training the legions in his absence? God there was so many unanswered questions. It's not like I can ask him about any of this either. Sculling the rest of my drink I stumble towards my bedroom, pulling my shirt off on the way. 

I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror before I made it down the hallway, dangertits. I mean they're not bad for sure but they're not  huge either. Were they really my only defining feature other than my bloodlust? STOP THINKING ABOUT ADAM. 

Adam. 

He did look hot last night. NO. He should take off his mask more often. Does he always wear eyeliner? I didn't know he had piercings. STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. 

Flopping onto my bed and scrubbing my face with  my hands i yet again try unsuccessfully to push away my thoughts of him. His dark messy hair and smile that could melt the heart of any woman. The way his face distorted with disgust as he watched her beat that perv. Whatever shot I may have had with him I definitely blew it by doing that so no point in thinking about him anyway, and with that I blacked out. 

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