Your boss rival, r/n, had just asked you out.
You had no idea what to said as your boss, h/n, walked into the room and found the two of you alone.
"R/n" your boss seethes out when he sees the way his rival States at you.
"Ah h/n, how lovely to see you" r/n smirks while moving his hand to rest on your waist.
"Is there a reason you're bothering my assistant?" H/n asks, rage lacing his tone.
"Well I was just asking her out on a date" r/n replies, his smirk growing.
"Get out" h/n commands but r/n doesn't move, instead he pulls you closer to his chest.
"I should really be going-" you try to leave but h/n blocks the door.
"He's the one who needs to leave" h/n argues as he pulls you into his chest instead.
"Well y/n, you still haven't answered my question" r/n keeps on smirking as h/ns grip tightens around your waist.
"I um- we shouldn't" you reply and you feel h/n relax behind you.
"And whys that?" He teases while moving towards you.
"Well, you and h/n don't like each other and I work for h/n" is all you can say in the moment.
"I'm sure me and h/n could get along for your sake, all three of us, what do you say h/n?" He asks while backing you into h/ns chest.
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"I think you should get your hands off of her" h/ns harsh voice comes from behind you.
R/n only keeps on smirking in an almost taunting way.
"What, you don't like to share?" He teases while grabbing your waist.
"I've already told you to take your hands off of her, if you don't you lose them" h/n scolds and r/n finally listens.
"Call me when you change your mind" he winks before walking away and leaving you and h/n alone.
You turn around and face an incredibly angry h/n.
"I fúcking hate him" he seethes out, his hands still gripping your hips.
"I wasn't going to say yes" you reassure him.
"Good" is his only reply, his grip still tight.
"Why don't we go out for dinner?" You ask in hopes of changing the subject.
"You want to get dinner with me?" He asks, his anger finally fading.
"I would love to, so what do you say?" You smile.
"I'm paying" is is only response as he walks you out of the office.
"You really don't have to-" you try to protest, a wide grin spread across your face.
He just cuts you off by handing you his card, "you can pay if you really want to" he adds with a smirk.
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