One-Shots | Wlw

"More than I dared to dream of."

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Part three for closets :) thank you for commenting!

I had made it back home a solid five minutes ago. I was pacing around my small flat, trying to calm my racing heart. I shouldn't have quit, I realise that now. "Why did I do that? Oh no, no, no, what did I do?" I whispered to myself, hoping to find some sort of comfort in the sound of my own voice in the otherwise deadly quiet room. "I need to call her and apologise right now, maybe I can still salvage this, I need to take back what I said." Deep down, I knew that no one in their right mind would ever give me my job back – too loud, too rude, too short-tempered, that's the image she would forever remember of me now.

It was a shame, really, not only did I just lose my current dream position, but I also completely acted out in front of my boss, who was an undeniably hot woman, which doubled the loss I had made. Although I may be very particular with my work and avoid taking risks, when it came to women and my sexuality, I was shameless. One-night stands were my way of balancing the uptight and stressful work life.

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Instead of sulking, eating junk food and watching TV to distract myself from the mistake I had made, I did what I could do second best: I got ready to go out and charm women in hopes of taking one of them home. To do so, I had changed into a more revealing outfit, a black inappropriate length skirt, a tight wine-red blouse which accentuated my chest area and black slingback pumps. Lastly, I applied my perfume and lip gloss before grabbing my clutch. I was considering calling Anna to tag along with me, although it had barely been two days since I had last seen her. I missed her and felt like I could use a good ranting session before I finally found a woman to please for the night.

Right as I was about to leave, a knock sounded from my door. Confused, I looked through the peephole before letting out a shocked gasp. My mouth must have dropped five stories below because out of all the people I had expected to be standing in front of my door, she never would have come to mind. I exhaled, calming my nerves before trying to casually open the door. "Ms. Stark, what a pleasant surprise," I hissed. So much for being casual and calm.

"Lying doesn't look good on you; you're a lot more sexy when you're telling the truth," she responded to my greeting. Sexy? Was she out of all the people trying to flirt with me? "I despise people disrespecting me by A running out of my office shouting, and B not being willing enough to stay in said office a second longer to at least hear me out fully. I don't accept your resignation. Grab your things, we're going out to a public place to talk this through," she didn't ask but demanded of me. "I'd rather be eaten alive by a, what comparison was it that you used, a rat?" I mockingly answered her, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"We're going out now. And don't even think about causing a scene like you did at my office. I'm running low on patience with you, and you'd rather you don't find out what happens once I truly lose it and snap."

"Whatever you say, boss," I scoffed. I mean, what choice did I have? Looking at it from a different angle, it was a win-win (somehow). I'd still be going out, and I'd have a hot woman in front of me to gaze at. Also, as soon as she leaves, I can resume my original plans for the night.

Without another word, Ms. Stark turned sharply on her heel and started leading the way. Walking after her, I couldn't refrain from staring at her butt. She was hot and feisty, exactly my type. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare at my butt so openly," she reprimanded me, having turned around and obviously caught me in the act of checking her out. "Yes, ma'am," I mumbled. "Hm, what was that? Care to repeat yourself?" She called me out. I only shook my head at that. "Thought so, now come on, if you keep walking that slowly, drooling at my butt, we're not going to arrive at our destination by the time the sun rises."