Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 8

Maggie walked right up to the elevator, trying her best to remember how to get up to James' floor, which would house all three pieces. Although he said she could come by whenever, she still felt a little weird walking into the building without a direct invitation.

Today she wore a floral, sage mini dress. Her pink mules accented the tiny flowers on the soft fabric well, bringing out the extra pop of color. Her dark curly hair was especially voluminous today, falling in loose ringlets down her petite back.

The same as last time, she stuck out from the crowd, eliciting almost more stares than before and feeling as self conscious as ever. She arrived at the building around four o'clock in the afternoon, hoping a lot of the staff would be gone, but she was wrong. Realizing her mistake too late. The halls were flooded with more employees than the last time she was there, everyone trying to rush home or to their last meeting of the day.

Miraculously, finding an area that looked familiar at the very top floor of the building, she made her way to one of the spots that James had shown her. It was a waiting area outside of a clump of offices for some of his executives.

She stepped back, taking a couple pictures of some of the nearby plants and vases, trying to get a read in the general aesthetic. A couple men bumped into her small frame as they scurried down the hall, muttering annoyed complaints to themselves.

After she made a couple more stops around the building, only getting lost a couple times, she felt her work had been sufficiently done, so she decided to head out. Part of her really wanted to stop by and see James, but he was probably too busy running the place.

She stood, clutching her tiny beaded purse in the elevator, waiting for the glacially paced doors to slide shut. Just as they were about to meet, a large tattooed hand jutted between, halting their motion.

The doors slid back open and James strode in, standing beside her. His eyes were glued to his phone, oblivious to the meek girl beside him. He was tapping his fingers roughly to his screen, erasing all the bullshit emails he received throughout his day.

Maggie, being the overly polite girl she was, didn't say a word. Never wanting to bother anyone and assuming he wouldn't even care that she was there. After the last time they spoke, she was left feeling confused as to where she stood with him.

But oh was she clueless as ever. James' trained nose picked up on something sickly floral and delicious wafting from beside him. Usually the women in the office wore woody, seductive scents. What he was smelling now was opulent and ultra feminine. The heady bouquet was anchored by vanilla. All sugary sweet. He instantly recognized the scent.

Turning his head to see the most desirable thing in his world, wrapped up like a little present, just for him. He nearly melted when he saw his lovely little doll, standing patiently as the lift descended. Not saying a word unless spoken to, like always.

"Hello, Margaret."

Her pouty face spun to meet his tall gaze, a kind smile spread across her delicate features. "Hi, James."

"Did you see me come in?" She nodded. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

Maggie looked worried she had done something wrong. "I just didn't want to interrupt what you were doing on your phone. I— I didn't know if it was important enough for me just to say hi to you."

James' heart swelled. She was so well behaved. So perfect. He wanted to take her home and keep her forever as his tiny pet. "Sweetheart, you're infinitely more important than most things I deal with during the day."

Blushing, she bit her lip and nodded, happily listening to his statement. "I just stopped by to take a couple pictures of the spots again. I think it's inspired me, seeing all of the decor again."