Yes, Sir

2.7

•- Laine Bennett -•

I let out a sigh of utter frustration. It wasn't necessarily pertaining to the workload currently sprawled across my desk, but the fact that yesterday caught up to me.

I'd tired my hardest to neglect my confession. I didn't want to spend the rest of my day dwelling on what was said in his office. So that left today as the only option for me to fret on my own words.

"Lainey, go take a break," Austin says out of no where. I lightly jump in my seat from his abrupt words. I hadn't even noticed he was standing there. God knows how long.

"I can't. I have a million things to do in so little time," I fumble around my words because these curiosities of the reality of my statement were petrifying. Call my words the basilisk and I'll be a muggle born. Sorry. I couldn't help myself.

Austin steps from his office wall and leans his body against my table. Not wanting to be in the same awkward position that we were on Thanksgiving, I fall back in my chair anxiously chewing on the cap of my pen.

"You've been cooped up in this office all morning," He fake pouts, "Come to lunch with me. Can't you just hear the sound of food calling out your name? Lainey! Lainey! Come devour me Lainey!"

I snort unattractively and tap my pen against the top of my nose. "Is that the food talking, or you?"

He rolls his eyes as he simultaneously shovels his fists into his dress pants pockets.

I gasp theatrically and cover my chest with my hand. "I offer a fantastic joke and all I get is an eye roll? Who the hell do you think you are, Austin Wood? I'm a very humorous person I'll have you know," I scoff gently.

"I think you are, Birdy."

I can't help but gasp as I push away from my desk.

I immediately wrap my arms around an old friend, "Dane! When the hell did you get to town? Why didn't you call me the second you landed? Where the hell did you come from? How did you find me? Bitch ass!"

Dane chuckles deeply as his arms carefully wrap around my waist.

Nothing had ever happened with Dane. He was a good friend. The Harry to my Hermione if you will. The Mr. Tumnus to my Lucy. I could proceed with nerdy relations but I'm too excited at the arrival of a dear friend to thing of any more.

"All will be answered if you agree to lunch?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively as we pull away slightly. The thing about Dane and I was, there was no line of separation between us. Once we were in the same room, you'd have a hell of a time trying to pry us away from one another. It wasn't some deeply emotional or sexual reasoning, but we'd just always been so good of friends that the day he moved from New York almost matches the same amount of internal heartbreak as my first fuck and dump situation.

"I can't," I reply, turning in his arm to look at Austin.

His once relaxed stance was now one of dominance. His entire body seemed more tense than usual and his chest was puffed out like those birds who fight for their mate.

"Oh shit, right, Austin, this is Dane," I smile as I turn back to Dane, "Dane, this is Austin Wood."

Dane extends his hand appropriately to Austin, but he's quickly rejected as Austin lifts the files I'd been going through this morning.

"Go out and have lunch, Miss. Bennett. I'm more than capable of filing my own documents."

Austin doesn't give us a second look before disappearing into his office. Normally the mystery linked to what's behind that door would be a thought that lingered every time he so calmly made his departure, but now that idea was nothing more than a solved equation.