Cold Lips

Sweet tooth

Hello everyone! This book was slightly inspired by kidnapped by cannibals yet obliviously it will be rather different. It won't be a copy at all as that's lame to do!! Enjoy!
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Everything Anastasia loathed about her job exerted from her sorry excuse of a boss. He thought he was prestige, a big-headed- potbellied shark who- whenever he laughed would concern everyone as he looked as if he would explode with how red he got. And he always ensured shitty pay...

Not to mention he was a cliche, he was balding too and found it completely acceptable to make vulgar remarks towards all the female workers, this almost deterred Anastasia from working there completely. However, she would prefer a white-collar job than another night as a stripper, she detested every mere second of the dragging days.

"Annie!"

Distracted by her own angering thoughts, Anastasia looked up duly from the company printer, the sound of the scanning more familiar than her own heartbeat, if her heart was annoying that is.

"Kara... hey sorry I- got lost in thought." Anastasia replied, her voice adding a yawn making her look so professional... Kara, smiled sweetly, blonde hair trailing along her face and brushing her shoulders in a neat and careful bob. Before she said anything she drummed her long red nails along the side of the printer before pressing the power button which shut it off entirely.

"Ugh... what?" Anastasia groaned, diverting eye contact she looked at the clock before letting out an exasperated huff. Another 30 minutes... Anastasia then focused her emerald green eyes upon Kara's hazel ones, her twinning, seamless brows raised in excitement.

It reminded Anastasia of the time Kara had sliced open her finger while cutting a summer sausage, she didn't cry but she did raise her brows much like now. Maybe she sliced it on the paper trimmer but she tended not to go near sharp objects at work.

"Got a glimpse of a hottie! Apparently, he's a monitor guy. Taking a look at our work and stuff!" Kara whispered, her eyes shifting as she spoke almost like she was sharing government documents, which Anastasia would probably do if she held that position.

"Hottie? You mean some guy with money- Wait is that why you're wearing your red blouse?" Anastasia asked, her blouse was the same as Kara's aside from the colour, hers a passionate red and Anastasia's a pearl white colour with ruffles at the front spaced by buttons like hers too.

Before Kara could respond the printer room door slid aside, slamming open and caused both women to jump as a reaction. Both looked at the door immediately, Anastasia quickly jolting the printer back into action, of course, it was her boss...

He observed the two girls creepily, his beady brown eyes admiring both their bodies before he hacked up a loud, wheezy cough, his cigar between his two large sausage fingers before smiling widely flaring his crooked yellow teeth...

"You girlies been chucking up a lot of talk... supposed to be at work..." He spat harshly, his breath pungent as he spoke and inhaled making his large belly look huge. Anastasia maintained eye contact, not due to respect or politeness but due to how even though she looked away she felt his eyes hard on her, he licked his lips nodding at her making her shudder uncomfortably.

"Sorry..." Anastasia croaked out, her fire-red hair shifting as she moved her head to face her other co-worker John, who moved his glasses along the bridge of his nose and smiled sweetly. Anastasia looked back at her boss.

"Ye better be getting back to work now... got companies to pair with!!" Their boss snapped, his cigar moving as he waved his arms a little, the ash cascading down to the already soiled carpet, he then spun on the heel of his worn shoe and sauntered off in his usual pig-headed mannerism...