Yes, Sir

1.6

•- Laine Bennett -•

"You look lovely today, Miss. Bennett," Austin smiles as we stand in line for coffee.

I hadn't noticed he was standing near me until he spoke, making me jump slightly at his voice.

"You don't happen to have a date this evening, do you?" He asks in a low whisper so no one around us could hear him but me.

I roll my eyes and step forward. I order our usual drinks and quickly pay, knowing a hell of a lot better from this week's speedy paying on his part.

"It's not a date," I glare at him as we step aside to the counter where the barista would place our beverages.

Austin snorts gently, stepping a little closer to my body. I was getting used to his attempts. Especially throughout the week.

Every morning he would wait for me either inside or out, and once we had our drinks and the elevator to ourselves he would take my hand in his. On the rare occasion that someone was to step into the elevator, he would quickly shove our hands in his coat to seem as discreet as possible but I'm not sure it worked very well. There hadn't been talk of it, but I think they knew better than to bring it up to anyone but their households.

With our drinks in our hands, was take the usual route to the elevator. He must time things so perfectly. Even in the morning rush to get where you're meant to be, we always had the elevator to ourselves. It was like he repelled anyone who wasn't us. I could understand. If he didn't let down his guard around you, or at least didn't put on a show to pull you into bed, he was scary man. I was shocked to see him so comfortable around me, but then I remember that all he wants is the satisfaction of getting me into bed.

The second the elevator doors latch, he sneakily grabs my hand.

"You know, you doing this everyday has no effect on me wanting to sleep with you," I state, twisting my neck to look up at him while simultaneously hanging my head back.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, an eyebrow raised.

I quickly turn my head. There was no doubt my cheeks were flaming. But it was only because it was a weird thing to ask. Did he want to stop? Okay, I'm getting too used to this.

"Not necessarily. I'm just saying, that it won't get me into bed. That's all," I clear my throat as the confinement of this room becomes unnoticeable to me.

Is it hot in here?

The elevator comes to a stop on our floor but before the doors could open, he leans in and whispers, "No one said it was to get you to bed."

With that he lets go of my hand and heads towards his office.

I follow, trying my best to seem as professional as I possibly could. I'd been growing quite accustomed to this new version of him. The overly determined one. It was clear that he was full of passion and determination to begin with. He was a workaholic after all, but he was trying so hard to get me to feel something. The simplest of things just to question myself entirely. It was no surprise, considering Austin wanted to win as much as I did, but he was putting effort in. Effort I did expect, but not to this degree.

I shake the thoughts and settle down at my desk.

I play through the many voicemails he received during the night, and I plan our his schedule accordingly.

I was about to dial his phone to inform him of his plans when Brent and Mahalia walk up to my desk in conversation.

However, their voices draw out once Mahalia looks at me, her face lighting up like me on Thanksgiving.