Ambrosial

Chapter One - This Girl.

I did not tolerate tardiness, it merely showed one's lack of priority and determination. In this case, it was probably the lack of sleep. I didn't intend on falling asleep on my duties, it was unprofessional. Nevertheless, my brain couldn't agree with me, didn't let me focus on anything at all but letting my eyes close for a minute. Of course, that minute had to turn into hours.

I let my eyes drift open, at the sudden epiphany and looked at my surroundings. I was still in my office. I rubbed my temple with my index finger, feeling the sudden headache that my desk has bestowed upon me. I breathed, calming myself of the fact that I had lost time to work. Just as I was about to pick up a file in front of me, a message was sent for me.

Dearest Mr. Ambrose,

Is there anything I can do for you, sir? You seem awfully quiet with orders this morning. It's quite odd.

Is everything alright?

Sincerely Yours,

Miss Lillian Linton

I couldn't help but feel a smile starting to creep into my face, which I forcefully pushed away.

Mr. Linton,

Bring me file 2812B.

Rikkard Ambrose.

I picked the message up and placed it under all the messages she sent me that managed to make me feel something, extraordinarily odd. I can't quite help it, and it is scaring me more than I intend it to. The file sliding through the door had snapped me back to reality, and when I went to pick it up, I heard a voice from the door.

"Er... Sir? Are you quite alright?" she sounded so concerned that I almost let myself reply. But I couldn't. So, I didn't. I wrote a quick message to her, instead.

My files won't be walking to me, themselves, Mr. Linton. Bring me file 233A.

Rikkard Ambrose.

Once again, the file was slid through the door, and I can't help but hear the muffled grumbles she was letting out from her mouth. I would hear her often back then, also. She would let out a few sentences to herself. I find it quite cute and couldn't help but chuckle at the phrases that would come through her mouth.

Oh, how dear her mouth is.

I thought back to when she was in her inebriated state. How I took advantage of her vulnerability. But, it was worth it. I let out a frustrated sigh, this was becoming more of a habit; thinking about how our lips had connected that night left me in scrambles and out of focus. And whenever I let myself think of such an ineffable and intimate position we were in, it wouldn't leave my head. I couldn't help but think of it over and over again.

My thoughts were put to a halt when I heard the sound from the tubes, indicating I have a new message to open. I read it and I couldn't help myself, but to be worried.

Mr. Ambrose,

This might sound unprofessional for you, but may I take the afternoon off?

Yours,

Miss Lillian Linton.

I always loved how she called herself as mine.

I walked and unlocked the door that connects my office to hers, and saw her looking rather pale and weak, just by sitting at her chair. I walked over to her, ignoring her questions about my presence here. I bent down for us to be in the same eye level, and I let my palm touch her forehead.

And, she was burning hot.

Bloody hell.

"You're sick." I stated, looking her at those eyes that looked so fragile, it didn't hold the same wit she always seemed to have.

"Er... That was why I was asking for an early leave, sir." She mumbled, looking at her hands that was in her lap, while biting her lip. I forced myself to look at her in the eyes, and not anywhere else dangerously tempting for me to do something that might shock the both of us.

"Then, why did you even bother to work? You're clearly not in the condition to be working with this fever, making you practically less productive." I stood, still staring at her. She was nervous, I noted.

"I-I. I apologize, sir for being less productive. I'm trying the best I could!"

I let myself heave out a sigh. This girl. "You can go."

She smiled at me, and even though it wasn't as bright as the others, I knew it was genuine. I almost feel like smiling myself, but I rather not let her know about this; she would make a big fuss about it. Just when she was about to stand, she was beginning to look unsteady and did something that practically worried me to the bone.

She fainted.

This girl.

x.

Forgive me if it is a bit short, but I'm trying my best, considering this is my first time to write fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed it though. Although, I love Ambrose in the original,  I thought a little time would result to this kind of Rikkard. All will be explained if you hang in there.

Cheers