Short Stories for the Fangirl Feels

Choose (Part 2)

(Y/N) POV

-One month later -

I sat at my desk at work, working on a proposal that was meant to be sent out to an allied company today. The big words and very professional type sentences meant nothing to me as I typed them out at my computer, only scanning them over once they appeared on my screen. Once I had finished my third paragraph, someone clearing their throat beside me caught my attention. I looked up, to be greeted by Renecia, a girl who worked at the front desk. We had talked a few times, and spent our lunches together as well. Well, those times when I wasn't secretly with Zayn at some fancy restaurant he reserved for us, or hooking up with him in his office.

In her hands, she had a bouquet of pink tulips, and I immediately knew they were for me. This wasn't the first time she had come bearing gifts for me from Zayn.

"Hey, Renecia. What's up?"

Renecia rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Like you don't already know."

She placed the tulips on my desk. "These came for you at the front desk."

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from smiling when I saw a card sticking out from the top. I always enjoyed reading the cards Zayn left me.

"Thanks for bringing them."

She waved me off. "No problem. So, ever going to tell me who Mr. Romantic mystery guy is?"

I giggled and shrugged. "Maybe."

Renecia only rolled her eyes, before saying she'd see me later and leaving me be. I quickly saved the proposal in case anything happened to it, and picked the card out of the top of the flowers

'Because I've never sent tulips and I hear pink is your favourite colour :)
I hope whatever task my colleagues have assigned you with is not boring you to death.
Lunch today? My office. Xx'

I laughed lightly at his note, all the while gushing at how sweet it was. I loved the way he drew smiley faces on it, as if we were still teenagers. Despite him owning half of a major enterprise, in a way I guess Zayn was still a teenager.

Just then, the phone on my desk rang, snapping me out of my trance. I slipped the note into my desk drawer, before picking up the phone

"Queen consolidated, (Y/N) speaking. How may I help you?"

"Well, you can start by letting me bend you over my desk and we could discuss the rest afterwards."

I bit my lip at the sound of Zayn's deep, seductive voice in my ear, as I tried not to smile. Though I knew my cheeks were stained red.
"Shouldn't you be working on some important documents or attending some big shot meeting? And not calling to sexually harass me?"

"Well, I would hardly call this sexual harassment." He responded, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Especially if I have the lady's consent."

"I don't remember giving you my consent...."

"You did last night. So it's still valid."

I giggled at his words, catching the eye of some of my colleagues. They raised an eyebrow, before returning back to work.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know if you got my flowers."

"Yes, I did. And they were lovely as usual." I said with a smile, as I stared at them.

"So you got my note then too, yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"So, what'd you say?"