The evening was moving slower than anticipated. Despite "Le Vie en Noir" opening weeks ago, Dean still had much work to do in his newest business venture.
People could not even tell this place was an abandoned warehouse, after he put his magical touch on it.
The positive and constructive reviews aided his ego in the upmost way. He had a special eye for these sort of things and it paid off once again.
"So what's up wit' you and that girl?"
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, showing lack of interest as he reread his schedule for the month.
The men took a break from the heavy lifting, lounging on the cozy office couch whereas the boss himself did not find himself needing one.
"Like are y'all together or not?" Maleek brought the cold bottle of beer to his lips at the same time Kevin shot him a look that spoke volumes.
Mainly the ones that sounded like, "Shut the fuck up."
"It's complicated."
"Didn't really sound complicated when you had your tongue down her throat last night." The boys laughed like goofs at Maleek's under the breath comment.
He was right. They did share a kiss the previous night, but it was a complete misunderstanding.
Dean remembered it as, he had just finished speaking with Robyn on the phone when she made an entrance in his office.
It was late, hence he did not understand why she was still present. He had sent her home hours ago. Nevertheless, she wobbled around a bit until she made it behind his desk, where he was seated in his computer chair, and somehow in between his legs.
She spoke of wanting to make him feel better, wanting to give him the time of his life, and more that he had disregarded for the sake of her innocence.
Dean remained quiet the entire time she blabbed. He just, watched. Soundlessly. Attentively. Motionlessly. He wanted to know exactly what she was insinuating.
She had straddled his lap, no objection, slithered her hands from his bearded face to his neck, no objection, and met his warm lips with her own glossy ones, objection...
"Last night was a mistake on-"
"Speaking of the devil.."
"I've sorted your files and I've done the inventory for the week." She handed him a folder before flipping her straightened hair over her shoulder. She looked upon anything but him. She was avoiding his gaze.
Maybe she was embarrassed. Embarrassed of his rejection of what she thought was a no-brainer proposition.
Today, she wore an incredibly short grey dress that caressed her body type nicely. Almost ravishingly if he saw her in the manner she wished he did.
Almost.
He could only imagine how Robyn would look with it on..then off. Now that would be the definition of r a v i s h i n g.
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Hopelessly Flawed
Fanfiction**[ONGOING EDITING]** Robyn Desmond is a hardworking, well-driven, young woman who strived for greatness. With the constant pressure she faces, how does she manage when the notorious Dean Kingsley kicks things up a notch in her once structured life?
