The Employee

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Jesus, what is taking this man so long?

Angela thought critically as she stood in front of the humble abode of her employee, shivering in the cream white petticoat that engulfed her while the harsh frigidness of the December winds whirled around her.

As always, the surrounding atmosphere was blanketed in a clean slate of pure white snow. In the distance, one could see the vague figures of adolescent kids playing along the snow banks of the icey asphalt street as more gentle trickles of snowflakes continued to layer the world in euphoric white, that shimmered like microscopic rhinestones in the faint light given by the arising moon. The impatient woman surely didn't know why children would be prancing about during the evening, but she had to remind herself of how adventurous and careless she was at that tender age and how nonexistent time was to her once.

"Ugh, come on man." Angela whines a bit under her breath, ringing the door bell for the umpteenth time. Shifting in her red designer heels from one foot to the other, Angela began to question whether it was such a bright idea to take up on her employees offer to come to an evening dinner or not.

Meanwhile on the other side of the equation, Prince was frantically scrambling about to round up his preparations.

"I'm coming!" He shouts from his position in the kitchen as he quickly threw off his mauve mittens and stuffed them into his cherry wood drawer.

"Okay, one last thing..." Prince muttered faintly to himself, snatching the freshly picked rose he had bought for this occasion off the granite counter before rushing out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Alright Prince. Don't think too much and don't be nervous." He motivatingly muttered to himself, his heeled feet clicking vigorously across the pinewood floor.

Prince stopped right before the entry way once he saw a glimpse of his wandering reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall next to the front door, taking this as an opportunity to peer at himself one more time.

He promptly fiddled with the golden cross necklace dangling from his neck, then fixed his stiff collar beyond recognition with the rose still in his hand. I really hope she doesn't mind what I'm wearing. Prince's suave red and black printed outfit spoke a multitude of volumes, and he was quite afraid she might find it unordinary in a negative light.

But, he had worn outfits that were just as abstract as the one he was currently occupying to work and she had not said one single thing to him about his wardrobe.

Well, it most likely was because Angela never payed attention to him until after their sexual altercation in her office.

Doubtful amber irises stared back at him through the shoulder width mirror, and Prince sighed deeply. He hoped with all his heart that Angela wouldn't think this entire "friendly" ordeal was a mistake and flee like she had their first encounter. He truly wanted a chance with her, even if it meant taking things slow and just starting off as friends—though he desperately wanted to be much more.

Adjusting the silver rimmed glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, he gave himself a determined look to build his inner confidence.

You got this. Now answer the damn door before she runs away.

With one more tussle of his black tresses and a well needed breath, Prince swiftly unlocked his front door and swung it open with the red rose behind his back, cracking a warm smile.

He almost lost his train of thought once he laid eyes on Angela, immediately having his breath taken away from the intense glow she had under the wintery night. The way her silk mahogany flesh contrasted incredibly against her cream coat and white background, along with how the silver lighting casted an illuminescent shadow upon her opulent face was an infatuating sight to frolick upon.