Inequalities [Lookism X Reader]

Playful Secretary

💌 Y/N'S PRIVATE EVENT
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🌼Y/N'S POV

You arrived at work earlier than expected, hoping the extra time would help you power through your endless pile of tasks before DG's day fully kicked off. But as you imagined the mountainous stack of paperwork waiting on his desk, a sigh escaped you. "Ugh...that lazy ass is relying on me way too much lately." Shaking your head, you opened the door to DG's office, and to your surprise, there he was—actually working. A faint glimmer of hope flickered in you. Did someone knock some sense into him? If so, I'd like to send that person a thank-you gift.

Noticing your arrival, DG looked up, took in your presence, and gestured for you to come over. "Hmm, what's up?" you asked, moving toward his desk. When you were close enough, he held out a small red box. The bold red color made you think of something romantic or personal. Confused, you tilted your head, glancing between DG and the box.

"What's this for?" you asked, undoing the ribbon, still a bit wary of his intentions.

"I think it's time you tried something more formal at work," he said, as if it were no big deal. He continued to sift through some papers, possibly to lessen your workload.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, come on, I'm perfectly comfortable in my own clothes. Why the sudden change?" But he just shrugged and gave you a "just humor me" look. Hesitantly, you peered inside the box. If he gave me lingerie, I'm gonna throttle him, you thought dramatically, bracing yourself. Please don't be something embarrassing...

Slowly, you lifted the lid, and there it was—a fitted white blouse, a high-waisted black skirt, and a pair of sleek black heels. You exhaled in relief but felt a hint of dread; this outfit was way sexier than your usual attire. DG, oblivious to your mini crisis, leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "It's just for today," he coaxed. "Crystal suggested it, thought it'd be a good fit."

Reluctantly, you took the box and headed to DG's private changing room. You made sure to lock the door; the last time you changed here, he "accidentally" walked in, resulting in you nearly murdering him on the spot. Ah, the memories.

After a few minutes, you emerged from the changing room feeling like you'd been poured into the outfit. The blouse hugged your curves in ways that made you blush, and the skirt felt just a bit too short for comfort. "Seriously, couldn't they have gone up a size?" you muttered, glancing at yourself in the mirror. The high heels only amplified the look, adding an extra touch of glamour.

"Okay, it's just for today—endure it," you told yourself, snapping a quick picture to send to Mira later. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out, feigning confidence.

"It took you long enough; I thought the changing room had swallowed you," DG commented without looking up, still busy flipping through papers.

"Yeah, well, this is...annoying," you muttered, gathering your hair and tying it up. Finally, DG glanced up, and his expression shifted. He stared, eyes wide, as the pen slipped from his hand.

"What? Do I look bad or something?" you asked, crossing your arms under your chest, accidentally enhancing the outfit's effect. His gaze lingered, and he swallowed, clearly not unaffected.