X Reader Imagines

Roman Godfrey X Reader

I watched as Roman bought an ice cream and flirted with the cashier. As Britney (the cashier) handed him his orange-yellowy ice cream, making sure to show as much cleavage as possible, Roman's phone pinged in his pocket. He thanked Britney, then went to a table directly across from the door. I went behind him, pretending to clean tables. He opened his phone to check the text message and I saw that it read 'I'm coming.' He smirked and shoved his phone back in his pocket. Confusion covered my face as a girl stopped outside. Their eyes met before she walked away. Rude, I thought. Roman waits a few seconds before placing his ice cream on the table and walking out after the girl. I stand there for a few seconds wondering what the hell just happened, before grabbing his ice cream from the table and walking into the back room.

"Hey boss?" I ask, knocking on my 72 year old boss's office door. He opens the door with a smile.
"Y/N! What can I do for you?" Ethan asks.
"Roman Godfrey left his ice cream here. He didn't even lick it!" I answer, my voice soaking in disbelief. Ethan's smile falters at the mention of Roman before reappearing with the same happiness. "Since I know how much you hate when people do that, you can put his ice cream in the freezer. Wait 10 minutes then you can go and find him. How does that sound?" Ethan bargains as I think before smiling.
"Sounds perfect!" I say. I give Ethan a hug and go to put Roman's ice cream in the freezer.

10 minutes later
I run to the freezer, grabbing Roman's ice cream and rushing out the door. I go the way Roman went. After walking for about a minute, I find Roman's car. I hesitate as I see the same girl from before get out and stomp away. Remembering my 'deliver the ice cream' mission, I walk to the car. I knock on the driver door window and Roman rolls it down. "You forgot your ice cream!" I say energetically, holding the ice cream out towards him. He archs an eyebrow, lips curving into an amused smirk. "Is that the only reason?" He asks, biting his lip seductively as he eyes me up and down.
"Yup!" I answer. "Are you gonna take it?" I ask slowly, as we lock eyes. He thinks about it for a second. "On one condition," He suggests. "You have to sit next to me," He says, patting the passenger seat. I shrug, going around the front and sliding into the seat. Once I pass him his ice cream, he takes a lick of it, doing it in a slow sexual way that would make any normal girl wet. But mama didn't raise no normal girl. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N!" I say with a grin.
"I'm Roman Godfrey but I'm sure you've heard of me," Roman replies.
"Of course I've heard of you. We're in the same class, Social Studies. Remember?" I say frowning at the fact that he doesn't remember me.
"Oh..." Is all that Roman says. He tries to think back to Social Studies class. He never paid attention to school, so Y/N was probably right. "I've got to be getting home. My cousin will be here soon and I want to make him cookies," I say. Roman nods, not fully out of his thoughts yet. I sigh, pushing open the door before Roman shakes out of his thoughts. "Wait! What's your number?" He says, pulling his phone out. We exchange numbers and wave goodbye. Roman pulls away smiling, and drives away.

I smile, happy that Roman got his ice cream and turn to walk away. After a few steps, I realise I have something heavy in my hand. My mouth drops open as I see Roman's ice cream in my hand once again. "How?!" I ask, before giving up and eating it myself.