My Boss the Panty Snatcher

Prolouge: In which she first ecounters the panty stealing boss

Prologue: In which she first encounters the panty stealing boss

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The night air was cold as I stepped outside. I shivered as I wrapped my jacket around my body tighter. I knew it was a bad night to go out and drink but I had nothing better to; also anything seemed better than rubbing one off to a movie and reading. I didn't really know I what I was hoping to achieve when I got all dressed up. Maybe a sense of pride. I realized I should've went with a friend instead of looking like a complete loon by myself. Besides it's not like any of my friends would come and meet me anyway. They're all partying it up in Miami without me.

I sighed and took a deep breath. I only came outside to get some air. The bar was getting to stuffy. I scowled at the full moon. Usually I'd love when the moon was full. I'd stare at it for hours and reflect back on things with a glass of wine but tonight wasn't one of those nights.

This was beginning to become boring. Or maybe I was just boring. There was nothing really exciting about me. I guess my red and curly uncontrollable hair and jade green eyes were the only thing special about me. I didn't really fit in with people a lot or I just didn't understand everyone's fascination with everything popular these days.

I pulled down my dress a little as the cold air snaked around my ankles. I walked back inside and scanned the room for my seat. I didn't hear the door open behind me until somebody rudely pushed past me.

I growled as I glared at the expensive looking suit walking away from me. I opened my mouth to hurl an insult but decided against it.

I fumingly walked back to my seat before sitting down. My former boredom came at me full force. I realized this was a bad place to come to this realization but I was fucking bored with my life. I needed something exciting. Sure working as a intern at Alexandru's Publishing Company was fun until I realized it was my only source of income and as of today I was officially a college graduate. I was free to roam the world and venture further into the hellhole of an abyss called adulthood.

I twirled my finger around the rim of my glass as I rested my head in my hand. I didn't notice the stool next to me become occupied until I heard a smooth yet rasp voice speak out.

I looked up at the stranger completely startled. I could feel my mouth open in awe at the person sitting beside me. He was beyond handsome. His short jet black was slicked back but I could see one lone curl stick to his forehead, along his sharp jawline was a shadow of hair that showed he hasn't shaved in a bit. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit yet from his profile he looked like the type to wear those kinds of suits while shouting fancy busy terms at secretaries.

And then it donned on me, that suit looked all too familiar from a few minutes ago. This was the bastard that pushed past me.

Why did he have the be so fucking drop dead gorgeous?

I must've been scowling harder than I thought I was because he turned to look at me. I could feel my face change as we locked eyes. His eyes were a soft and enchanting light brown with flecks of gold, they were adorned with luscious long lashes that even I couldn't achieve with mascara. I could see now that his hair was slick looking as a stray piece fell onto his forehead. His sandy pink lips thinned into line as he looked me over. I probably looked like a mess. I didn't even bother to make my hair presentable and I half assed my make up. My dress it wasn't the cutest; it was just a simple tight yet loose black sweetheart neckline dress that stopped mid thigh. My heels were simple black stilettos that I found in the back of my closet. To sum it up he made me feel underdressed.