Talia"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She asked me, her naked body in between the sheets as we cuddled.
"Lauren, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on,"
She stayed silent for a few moments, looking up at me. She smiled warmly and kissed my chin lovingly.
"I am so glad I met you,"
I sighed in content. I was with a beautiful woman, I had the best job in the world and I wasn't lonely for once.
"I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I said.
She flipped herself over on top of me, straddling my waist. She looked so beautiful.
"Oh yeah? Show me,"
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My car was parked in its usual spot underneath the tree and closest to the South wing. Lauren trudged behind me, still angry about what she saw on the financial records. I had to let everyone go home early so we could leave.
"Sorry about the car, it's a little messy," I explained to her as she opened up the passenger door. I picked up the jacket and briefcase from the seat and threw them in the back.
"It's okay, Honey. You should see half the shit David has all dirty in my house. This is nothing,"
I blushed at the nickname and pressed the start engine button, "I try not to butt in on his personal life. Most things in his office are clean,"
The car was backed out of the spot and ready to get on route to my apartment. Most of the time, I had to stop somewhere after work, but today I was headed straight home.
"You've been in there before?"
"Yes, about five times. He never lets me in there for longer than ten minutes, though,"
She hummed in response and set her hands in her lap. Out of habit, I reached over and rest my hand on her knee, brushing my thumb over it.
Realizing what I was doing, I quickly retracted my hand.
"I'm so sorry, I'm just so used to being in like a relationship with whoever sits in that seat. No one ever comes in my car," I apologized, my face becoming red from embarrassment.
To my surprise though, she only chuckled, making me slighly less mortified that I just did that.
"It's okay. I understand," She smirked at me, "Am I your type then?"
I choked at her words. I wasn't expecting her to say anything like that. She had a husband, why was she asking me these things?
"I,um... What?"
She laughed even more, "You said you were used to having your significant other in this seat, which obviously means that you could see me as someone you'd date. So am I your type?"
"Well, I don't really have a 'type.' But if I were to have one, you'd be it. Theoretically, I mean," I said.
I put both of my hands on the steering wheel and focused on the road for a while. After a few seconds, Lauren started to speak again.
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Velvet• Lauren
FanfictionTalia Summer is in her early twenties and working for one of the biggest magazines in the United States. But being the COO of a company isn't the easiet. She eats, sleeps and breathes Hotwire Magazine. She barely has enough time for herself, and sp...