1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Roses (86)

Word count:2540

There's this ass hole who uses girls like gameshow promps at the office and I hate him.

He's the owners stuck up son who's flawless face makes him a stand out in the coupany of over two hundred people.

Randomly a rose would appear on the desk of a girl then she'll take them on a date and then wash rinse and repeat.

It seemed like every Monday there would be a new rose and at that point he's almost threw all the women in the office.

So I was disappointed but not surprise when a rose found its way on my desk Monday morning.

Friday I unfortunately happened to catch him from taking a nasty tumble from a step stool in the storage room. (He's 5'9 I'm 6'2) For a moment I thought I saw something even slightly complex in his eyes so I offered him a smile.

Now there was a red rose on my desk.

But I wasn't some giddy girl who's gonna jump for joy at the sight of a stupid rose and a what if.

I only pick it up before dropping the rose into the trash.

I didn't need this.

I think before sitting down and starting on my work.

Half an hour later I'm met by the dark haired devil himself.

"Why hello, Evan. I see you misplaced your rose." He says leaning on my desk resting his head in his hands.

"Nope, I threw it out." I tell him flatly.

"Well I don't know if you noticed but a rose is a sign that I, the great Criss Frashard, is interested in you." He says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm aware what a rose means. I just don't care." I tell him and I think this might have been the first time he'd ever been told No.

"But I really really like you." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Stop slacking off." I say even though he's technically my boss.

"Fine then I'll just fire you." He says and I look up.

"Then I'll just sue you for wrongful termination and sexual harassment." He only pouts.

"OK I'm bluffing. But how about I'll let you have all the kinky sex you want to have with my sexy body." I only look at him pissed.

I only sigh lifting up my glasses to wipe my eyes.

"One; you aren't my type. Two; I want nothing to do with you or your one date minimum. Three; I'm not a fucking flavor of the day. Four; if you even want to get me to look at you a single fucking rose won't cut it. Five; that's still sexual harassment. And six;" I say grabbing his tie and pulling him down to me his ear no further then an inch from my mouth.

"You can't handle my kinky sex, I'll break you." I whisper before letting him go.

"Now let me get back to work." I tell him and he blushes.

"I still want you." He says and I groan.

"End of discussion!" I bark and people turn to us.

He instantly look like he was hurt.

"I'm still gonna try my best to court you." He says and I grown.

"And I'll be looking for another job." I respond.

I return home to find about ten dozen red roses and I grown in annoyince.

Starting to bring the bunches of roses in my house.