Toys are for Kids

3

The sun was shining bright in my face making me groan. "Beautiful, wake up. You've gotta get to work in an hour." I heard Ian pacing past me. I slowly opened my eyes to see the love of my life shirtless, standing by the window. The sun's light hit him perfectly, it glistened against his skin. "I know I'm a piece of art but you gotta get dressed and go." I glanced up at his eyes to see him staring at me. "Art isn't supposed to talk." I groaned getting up.

I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. "What are you going to do today?" I asked as I sat on the toilet to pee. "I'm going to find a job. I can't let you do everything." He came in and stood by the sink. "Any clue where?" I asked reaching for toilet paper. He ripped some off and gave it to me. "Yeah this realtor gave me a card and told me to contact her if I was looking for a job." I flushed the toilet and jumped up, "Her?" He rolled his eyes as he passed me some soap for my hands.

"Stop being jealous. I need this job." He lightly pushed me. My eyes rolled as I began to wash my hands, "You're right... As long as you don't bring her home like a stray dog."

"That's not fair Lena." He smiled but his voice was stern. I walked out, he followed expecting a rebuttle. "I'm going to work now." I smiled innocently as I looked inside my closet. I picked out a blue blazer with the matching skirt. "Oh I'm driving you to work because I'm going to need the car. Just call me prior before work ends so you won't have to wait long." He goes into his closet. "Okay. I'll be ready in a minute." I replied striping out of my pajamas.
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"Goodmorning Lena!" Isabel chirped as I walked from the elevator. Her hair was out in tight curls framing her face nicely, "Morning, and love your hair down!" She was wearing a beige coat dress that fit her slim body perfectly. "Yeah I was being lazy and didn't want to straighten my hair." She laughed.

"Relatable." I laughed walking away.

"Selena Whyte?" A voice behind me said. I swiftly turned around to see a hairy faced guy. "I-I'm a member of our group assignment." I nodded my head understandingly. "Nice to meet you..." My voice trailed off so he can finish.

"Oh Barry. But people usually just call me Pelkins... It sounds cooler." He snorted and walked past me to go to his cubicle. "Well I started a little bit but I wanted someone to proof read and Mr.Grouchypants over there isn't going to do it for me so..." He handed me some papers. "You're referring to Isaac right?" I glanced to him. "Of course. Guy has been here for maybe a year and doesn't talk to anyone. It's kind of sad. But he's in our group so maybe he'll cooperate this once."

"Goodluck with that. I'll go review these now." I smiled and sat down at my cubicle. As soon as I began to read I heard Isaac sitting down at his. This might sound strange but I could smell his cologne from my cube. It smelled so pleasantly warm and inviting which wasn't the case with him. He coughed making me focus on reading Pelkins' papers. I was impressed with the way he wrote this so exquisitely. When I was done reading it I thought about giving it to Isaac. He was in the group and needed to do something.

I scooted away from my desk in my chair and looked at him. He had headphones in and was typing away on his computer. I tapped him, watching him turn slowly to me. "What?"

My eyes narrowed as I handed him the papers. "What's this?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"This is Pelkins' half on the story we're supposed to be working on. Now I would like if you would give your insight on it so we can work together on it." I stated looking at him. He gritted his teeth before staring me in the eyes, "Fine. Just get Pelkins now so we can meet in a conference room and discuss this now. I have another project to do." He gets up from his desk with a notepad and a pen, "I'll be in conference room number three." With that he walks away.