Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 71*

CW: Sexual content

Sebastian sheepishly walked into work the next morning and was quickly reminded about the previous evening.

His office was still a mess from the night before, files strewn about in piles, desk against the wall.

So he dodged the piles Rosie had so neatly organised, careful not to disturb them and perched himself atop his desk, tossing his head into his hands.

The entire night, despite earning himself the relief he thought he needed, his mind did not stop wandering, wishing, dreaming. He was mad for not being able to control himself and he was mad at Rosie for not realising that what she was doing, kissing him, touching him and generally being so fucking irresistable, was becoming almost detrimental to his health.

And then, he forgot he'd had her duties reassigned to him. Because she walked in moments into his internal crisis, two coffees in hand with a wide grin on her face.

"Morning," She greeted him, as chirpy as ever.

"Oh, morning," Sebastian scrambled, sliding off his desk and ruffling his hair to make it appear like he hadn't just had his head buried in his hands.

"You alright? You forget you wanted me with you today or something?"

"Nope, no, of course not. Just a late night, that's all. Didn't sleep much." Sebastian said, not completely lying.

But Rosie merely let out a soft laugh and extended one of her hands, passing Sebastian a very hot and welcome cup of steaming brew.

"Caramel latte, right? I must say, your tastes in caffeine are rather interesting, but you're onto something here," She quipped, taking a sip of her own, insinuating that she had partaken in the same order.

Sebastian let out a laugh as he began to drink his own, offering to pay for his coffee, though he was met with an offended scoff and a shove of his hand.

He was quick to notice that on that particular day, Rosie was not wearing a skirt like she had the previous day. No, that day she was wearing a tight dress of a similar hem height, though this dress seemed to hug her stomach and bust in the most respectful, yet pleasant of ways.

She'd also let her hair remain out and in its natural wavy state, clearly doing not much more than taking a brush to it as slid down her shoulder, brushing softly against her collarbone. Her cheeks were tinged with a light pink blush that matched the very similar shade of gloss she'd smeared upon her lips.

Rosie made everything look effortless, though he had lived with her once and realised it was anything but easy. But he deeply appreciated her natural beauty, the way her long lashes flittered, showing glimpses of her eyes, a similar shade of brown to his as they shifted across the mess on the floor. The mere sight of her sent a familiar flutter through his stomach that he quickly forgot about when she opened her mouth to speak again.

"So, where we left off?"

"Uh–yeah, sounds good."

Rosie offered him a small smile and knelt on the floor, shifting her dress a little higher for comfort.

"You know, pants might have been more appropriate since you knew we'd be on the floor, right?" Sebastian dared to challenge her with a grin.

But the scowl he got in response made him laugh, but also shut up quickly.

"You're just jealous you can't pull off a dress," she shot back quickly with a glare.

"Oh, I bet you'd love to see me in a dress like that," He smirked.