Dirty || Luke Hemmings

003

C H A R L I E

This is the worst day of my twenty three years of fucking existence. I managed to embarrass myself in front of Luke thrice. First, by getting caught sniffing his chair. The second, by calling him "Lukey." And third, which I think is the most embarrassing so far, is by hugging him. It's been a minute and my hands are still around him. Damn. I can feel his toned body. I want to eat pizza off your sexy stomach. Ugh. Fuck me, Lukey. "Charlie! Take your hands off the innocent man!" my subconscious yells at me but I ignore her. Sorry but I'm the boss here, little bitch.

"Um excuse me but I um have a lot of things to do." Luke says as he politely removes my hands from his body. I feel electricity run through my veins as his hands touch mine and he smiles at me before he walks to God knows where.

"Thank you!" I scream at Lenny, the guy who I was fighting with before Lukey arrived. He looks at me with confused eyes as he walks away.

I go back to my area and start doing my mundane job which was sorting some random files here and there. Calum arrives and since he finished his work early, he helped me sort the random files. They really were random. Some files were dated back to the 90's while some were random receipts from KFC. There I was, just randomly sorting random files, when out of nowhere, I find a random picture of Luke in his high school days. He had weird hair and he wore a vest. He looked like a total dork. I'd still bang him though. He was with that Mr. Irwin, the investor guy, and Luke had ping pong balls on his mouth. Oh what I'd love to shove down his mouth.

"What are you so excited about?" Calum laughs as he notices my sudden amusement with sorting files.

"Nothing," I shake my head. Calum didn't have to see the picture. Or know about my Luke fantasies. This one time I told him about my first sexual dream about Luke and he nearly puked on me. For the record, he begged me to tell him.

"Come on, show me." he says as he tries to pry the picture away from me.

"You'll rip it!" I screamed. "Fine, I'll show you."

"Why are you so obsessed with Mr. Hemmings?" Calum snorts. "What's so good about him?" he shakes his head.

"He's the epitome of perfection,"

"How so?"

"He's cute but he can be sexy. He's annoying but he can be gentle and sweet. His voice. I love his voice. And his smell. Woah. We have to bottle that shit and sell it around the world because that's how every guy should smell like."

"Those are only superficial things," Cal bites his lower lip and leans closer to me. "Let's face it, you don't even know the guy, Charlie."

"I know him pretty damn well," I glare at him. "Like...I know how he takes his coffee, no sugar and no cream, and I know that he likes collecting these Marvel figurines...and um that he um plays with them when he thinks he's alone..."

"But he's a total manwhore." Calum retorts.

"Well, that's just one bad characteristic against so many good ones."

"I can name five. Number one, he has zero taste in music. Number two, he yells a lot. Number three, he brags a lot. Number four, he's a mama's boy. Number five, he goes hunting all the time and kills those animals you love."

"With all that I'd still much rather date him than Matt Bomer." I sigh. "And you know how much I'm obsessed with Matt Bomer."

"You'd never have a shot with Matt Bomer anyway since he's gay."

"That's besides the point!" I yell at his face. "The point is, if I could date any guy, I'd choose Luke Hemmings in a heartbeat."

"The question is, would Mr. Hemmings date you?" he laughs. "He wouldn't even take a second glance at you since you're just one of his lame crappy employees while he's a bigshot who has supermodels at his beck and call,"

"No one fucking asked, Cal." I snicker at him and head out of the office. Damn fucking Calum. I know Luke fucking Hemmings is way out of my league but he didn't have to rub it in my fucking face.