Warnings: some sexual harassment (from an outside party; hurt to comfort to hurt; toxic relationship
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Luke's Outfit
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Luke laughed at the joke Janine had made, his head tilted back and his eyes squeezing shut. He caught his breath as their laughter died down, shaking his head as he poked his fork against the leaves of his salad.
"Did you guys see what Yvonne was wearing today?" Sharon asked, scoffing.
"She looks like a fucking Oompa Loompa, I thought we worked in a law firm not a chocolate factory," Luke rolled his eyes, the other two women laughed quietly as Yvonne herself walked into the break room. Luke rolled his eyes as he got up and started towards the coffee machine. The blonde heard the door open and close a few times as he grabbed a disposable cup and filled it with coffee, knowing he had to get back to work in just a few minutes. He added a few drops of creamer and a packet of sugar before stirring it and placing the lid on. Before he could turn around, a hand was placed on his lower back, preventing him from moving. He turned his head, and his stomach immediately started churning when his eyes met a grey pair of glinting eyes.
"Hey Luke, fancy meeting you here," Randy chuckled as he reached for the coffee pot. The blonde laughed nervously, smiling as politely as possible as he removed Randy's hand from his back.
"In the break room, yeah weird," Luke said, laughing lightly so as to not sound rude. Randy nodded, adding a shit load of sugar to his coffee.
"Have you changed your mind on that date? I was actually talking to Yvonne earlier, she seems to think you're a slut, you aren't though, right? That would be highly disappointing," Randy said. His voice was rough, his tone low and dark almost as if he were daring Luke to say something wrong.
"Um, well Yvonne isn't really my biggest fan and I wouldn't really classify myself as a slut, not that that is anywhere near an appropriate question for a colleague to ask," Luke said, swallowing hard as Randy placed his hand on the blonde's hip. Luke shifted uncomfortably as Randy moved his hand so it was resting under Luke's cardigan. The blonde tried moving Randy's hand but trying just made the man hold on tighter.
"I have to get back to work," Luke whispered, trying to walk away, but Randy held onto his waist.
"What's the rush?" He asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Excuse me," A firm voice said as a body forced its way between them. Randy's hand slipped from Luke's waist as Michael wedged himself between them, wrapping his arm around Luke's waist and leading the blonde out of the break room. Luke took a shaky breath as he abandoned his coffee, using this opportunity to escape back to the safety of his office.
