Rated X Imagines

Know Thy Enemy || Part Two

Y/n's POV
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"This brunch won't mean anything. I hope you know that." I sighed, my back pressing against the cold metal barrier of the elevator. Why have lunch with me? Over a position for a job? There has to be more to this than just a little friendly talk and some sucking up to. A marionette such as myself needs to take the right steps when dealing with her master. Taking the right precautions so she doesn't upset him, because upsetting master results in more strings being pulled and more of my own soul being ripped away from me. Reconstituting it with his makeshift of how I should be.

"What are you planning?"

His baffled features that I thought would show, turned into a more simper look. "Why do I have to be up to something? Can't I just be that nice coworker that takes another person I work with out for something to eat?"

"That's just it! You aren't nice. You were like that a long time ago, but you've changed." The sly grin was replaced with heavy thought expressions and deep eyebrow creases. Is he actually taking my words into consideration? That was my old Daniel. The one that actually appraised me for staying around in this death trap of a business so long, taking everything that I said to heart.

As he was going to make another remark a huge rumble shook the entire elevator, twisting and turning so viciously that my body flung into Daniel's. I could hear his head bang against the wall, then rebounding onto my forehead. More thrashes of movement caused both of us to fall towards the adjacent wall. The lights above us flickered on and off causing temporary blindness on some parts. My back thrashed forcibly onto the shaken metal, with Daniel crashing into me. Then..... an abrupt stop, wires creaking and crying at the unusual motions that it hasn't been use to. My breath was caught deep within my throat, waiting for a release. It wouldn't come. Between the fear of what was happening and being in Daniel's arms there's no telling when I'll be able to breathe again. My breasts were pressed on his chest, arms gripping for dear life on his biceps. His very strong and tense biceps. Sweet Jesus. His hands cradled my waist, more than halfway touching my ass.

"What the fuck was that?" He groaned. One hand that was protectively wrapped around me, came forward brushing some hair out of my face, trailing up to my forehead and lightly rubbing my throbbing skin. After his examination of me, he checked hisself. Feeling on the back part of his head where he was hit, then back to me. "You okay?"

I nodded, still clutching onto him. "All staff who are in the building, the elevator system is completely shot. I repeat the system is shot due to the blizzard. Please take the emergency stairs to exit out the building. If anyone is in the elevators, there probably won't be help for another hour or two. We cannot see anything from the security cameras, so we don't know if there are people in the elevators or not, but if there is we want you to just sit and wait for further incentive." Ms. Sanderson's voice sounds even more annoying on the intercom.

Well ain't this about a bitch! I'm stuck in an elevator for who knows how long with the bane of my working existence. Scorching pants blew across both of our faces, he can probably smell the lemon chamomile tea that I had earlier. I know my nose can definitely taste the aroma of French vanilla coffee still lingering on his tongue. "Why is this the day you have to be right on the weather report?" He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head some more. I can sense the lighter mood he's trying to bring to the situation, but it's not going to work.

I whispered through my teeth, losing all grips of my temper that I had left. "Get off of me." Hurtling winds filled with snow and bone chilling cold were heard even from inside the time frozen elevator. The evident hesitation in his moves angered me even more. If I hadn't talked to him the first place, I probably wouldn't even be here with him! I could be in my car going home, or still in the newsroom filing papers for those who hadn't shown for work. Not with him!