The Cutting Room Floor (Vox x f!Reader)

Chapter 2

You turned your laptop over to Vox, taking the time while he reviewed your work to rest your tired eyes. It was like 11 something PM, and he still had you in his goddamn office finalizing everything for the big launch tomorrow. VoxTek Instant Delivery. By instant, he meant between 50 to 500 business days, which of course, you had to include in a nice little disclaimer to avoid getting sued for false advertisement.

"These look really good," Vox spoke, sliding the laptop back to you and gaining your excited attention. Oh thank god!! You could finally go home! You were just so tired, and you had some other things you wanted to take care of before- "But I think we can do better ."

You blinked. Better? Better?! The fuck did he mean 'better'?! Stop fucking edging me and let me go home. Is what you would have said if you didn't bite your tongue just now. You tilted your head at him, speaking with a soft amused tone, tinged with your exhaustion for a hint. "What do you mean 'better'? I designed this with the same general formula as all your other branding."

"Yeah, I know, but it's a bit flat looking, don't you think? How about we add some more color?"

You blinked twice this time. "Are you playing with me right now?" You laughed, shaking your head slightly in disbelief.

"No?"

"You do remember I suggested that we add more colors like a week ago, right?"

"Yeah, and now I've changed my mind."

"Vox, this is going to take me hours to fix..."

He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the table. "Welp, better get started then."

Your eyes remained fixed on him, pleading for him to admit he was joking or something. Even if you knew he wasn't. "You can do it." He grinned sadistically, offering you that weak excuse for encouragement. You slowly turned back to your laptop in defeat, stretching your arms up before setting your hands back onto the keys and your mouse. The good news was that you already had ideas for what you wanted to do. You could add a little glow, some color gradients, put in a bit more definition....Damn your eyes were tired.....

ZAP

"AH!" You yelped, eyes widened and heart pounding from the sudden jolt of electricity that just shot through your body.

"Sleeping on the job? Not very professional, darling." Vox chuckled, the electricity still crackling on his index finger. You shot him a glare before rubbing your hand on your forehead with fatigue. You were just so tired, and the aquarium was just so peaceful. If only you were in your own office so you could grab an energy drink.

"Come on," Vox said as he gently shut your laptop and took your arm, guiding you to stand up. "I think you could use a change in scenery."

"Oh? Where are we going?" You asked, sliding your laptop into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

"My apartment."

You furrowed your brows, wondering if you were so sleepy you misheard. "Pardon?"

"We're going upstairs to my apartment. Any issues with that?" Oh. Oh!

"No, no, that's fine." You replied smoothly, letting him guide you out of his office to the elevator, his hand brushing over the small of your back. You stepped in through the metal doors, and Vox scanned his clearance card to go up to his apartment floor. You shut your eyes from the sudden artificial brightness the elevator had, contrasting the glowy blue of Vox's office. The elevator started to go up, Vox's hand still on your back.

"I've got you working so hard, don't I?" He chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down gently. I'll strangle you, let me go home. You nodded, too tired to give some kind of witty little answer right now. You leaned slightly into his touch, sighing as you waited for the elevator to land. After it finally did, the doors opened up to his apartment. You opened your eyes to see the spacious apartment floor as Vox led you in.