Addiction/Affliction {M.Healy}

intimidation/arousal

No ranting today, but definitely wanted to mention a thank you for the votes. This one's a little lengthy but so much fun (kinda like Matty LOL perv joke) I'll stop, I promise. Have fun!

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Thursday morning, I had mentally and physically prepared myself to handle Matty. I'd ran six miles this time, put extra kale in my smoothie, showered, and dressed myself in black skinny pants, black heels, a white button down, and a cotton-candy pink cardigan. My hair was blown straight, my makeup was flawless, and I'd probably walked another mile pacing around before he entered.

"Good morning, Jones," he said.

My confidence was immediately shattered. He was wearing black trousers and a black button down that exposed nearly all of his chest tattoo, and a denim jacket.

Fuck.

"Hello, Matty," I greeted him in my most professional tone.

God damnit.

"You look rather...nice today," I chose my words carefully as I turned around and straightened my office supplies to occupy my hands and eyes.

When I turned around, Matty was smirking at me as usual.

"You look hot, too," he winked before he sat down in his designated chair and crossed his legs.

His curls were tamed in a bun at the back of his head, and he was wearing grandpa glasses.

"You're not wearing a skirt today," Matty noticed as I sat down.

Our drinks were already on the table, his black coffee and my Earl Grey. We both reached for them at the same time, and he smiled when our hands brushed together.

"I'm trying to be planful," I answered him, putting my tea cup to my lips.

"Planful?" Matty asked, doing the same, then sitting his cup on the coffee table, eyes lingering, waiting for my answer.

I shook my head, angry with myself for even admitting that to him, before I opened my laptop to begin questioning. The digital recorder was turned on, and I was careful to make minimal eye contact with him, especially given How good he looked today.

"May we begin, Matty?" I asked him.

He chuckled at me dismissively, raking a hand through his curls. "Go on, then."

My eyes stayed on the screen still, reading off the questions and nodding as he answered.

"Do you frequently visit bars, night clubs, or other public places with the intent on finding a sexual partner?" I asked him.

Matty shrugged. "That's not always the intention, but it usually seems to happen. Yes, I suppose."

I nodded slowly, imagining how easy it would be for Matty to pick up girls at a club. Like, did he just walk in and have about a half dozen girls flock to him immediately? Probably. I'd only been drunk around him once, and it had been extremely difficult to say no to him. So much that I wouldn't bet ten pounds on myself if it happened again. Which it would most certainly not.

"Are you able to turn down the sexual advances of others?" I asked him.

He nodded and sipped his coffee once more. "Sure."

"How many sexual partners have you had at once?" I dared to ask.

Matty clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and rolled his ankle pensively, as if he really had to think about this one.