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the work christmas party ➵ tyler breeze

reader's work Christmas Party doesn't go as she expected it to ...

WARNINGS: angst, dirty talking, smut
WORD COUNT: 3,149

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You sit at a table with come co-workers, laughing and chit-chatting. The annual Christmas party that your office usually threw is something you've looked forward to every year, and this year is no different.

They have the best caterer so the food tastes amazing. The free drinks are always a plus too, but you've never drunk much at these events.

The evening goes on pretty much uneventful, until about eleven.

"Excuse me," you say, getting up from the table. "I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be back shortly."

You take your clutch and walk toward the bathrooms. You do your business, even fixing up your makeup and smoothing out your red gown.

There's a dress code at the Christmas party every year. Last year was ugly sweaters or ties. This year, it's formal attire, but it has to be red.

So, you went shopping last week and found the dress you're currently wearing. You found a red satin dress with a slight v-neck. The top of the dress, from the waist up, hugs your body and pushes your breasts up slightly. A sparkly silver belt sits on your waist, adding some extra color and a little sparkle to the dress. The skirt kind of flares out. The best part? The dress has pockets.

As you leave the restroom, you hear a voice in one of the conference rooms. It's your boss yelling and screaming.

"I don't care if it's not done!" he yells. "It's due tomorrow at 9 in the morning. Get it to me or else your ass is gone."

There's a slam then a sigh.

Your boss isn't the nicest person. As a matter of fact, he rarely cares for anyone but himself and this business. He never shows emotion toward his employees, unless it's anger or annoyance. You've seen both. It's not very pretty for someone who's nickname is 'Prince Pretty', but that's usually only about his looks.

Before you can leave the hallway, the door opens and you quickly turn to leave.

"What are you doing here?" you hear come from behind you.

Putting a confident look on your face, you turn toward Tyler Breeze and say, "I was using the restroom, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler walks up to you and asks, "I mean, what are you doing here? At the party. Don't you have files you need to go over before our meeting on Thursday?"

Confused, you say, "I'm not allowed to come out when I have to go over files?"

Your boss says, "Not when this meeting is one of the most important in your entire career. It's important to make sure you have every detail down."

This is the annoyance that Tyler always shows. He's not holding back.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, "You doubt my skills if you think that I won't have every detail memorized before the meeting on Thursday. It's still four days away, and I've already gotten through half if not most of the files. I apologize for coming to the office Christmas party, sir. It won't happen again."