Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 5 Part 1

It was no surprise the rather timid Lauren had went home feeling pretty shaken last night after the immediate surge of confidence that led her into making out with her very powerful boss, it was also evident in the way she slumped down into her bed silently without even so much as picking up a book that she was left even more confused about the whole sexuality situation...

The next day however she picked herself up and made way into the bustling office trying her best not to think too deeply into the ordeal claiming the regular coffee order without even a word as to what had happened to her best friend, upon arrival she very quickly slipped the drinks into her colleagues palms before reluctantly entering in to deliver her bosses who luckily was otherwise engaged on an important sounding phone call

She placed down the cup making sure not to look upwards even though the fresh scent of perfume was rather enticing before turning on her heels to head out from the door believing in her mind that she had successfully avoided any awkward kind of interaction..

"What you can't even look at me now?"

The younger spat cockily as she hung up the device in her palm shoving it down onto the desk as Lauren squeezed her eyes closed before turning around reluctantly to face her boss

"How was the panty situation? Any evidence of a breakthrough"

Lauren rolled her eyes feeling more embarrassed than ever as all Camila was doing was successfully mocking her rather bold moment of confidence, it was no mystery the younger spoke her mind and said whatever she wanted as the barrier of 'maybe that's not appropriate' didn't exist in her complex brain

Lauren simply dropped the cardboard cup holder within her hands down into the trash can beside her before the younger quickly lift from her chair strutting with purpose over towards the half open door

"Can you not mock me for a minute?"

"I'm not mocking you, just trying to get a straight answer out of you... no pun intended!"

Again.. she was mocking.. Lauren let out an aggravated puff of air as she began to storm from the room quickly stopped however by Camila's quick arm slamming the door shut in front of her face forcing her to pace back slightly with a shocked unwelcome gasp

She looked her boss up and down admiring the short skirt and thigh high socks that highlight her toned thighs effortlessly before scanning up to the very thin black mesh shirt that fully expose her lacy revealing bra

"I don't know where you think you're going when I haven't told you what I want you to do yet?"

She spat as her arm remain on the closed door placing the other onto her hip bone just staring deep into those nervously gleaming emerald orbs awaiting some kind of response

"What do you want me to do!"

Lauren almost spat in a deep rasp the younger couldn't help but cock a brow at, it was unintentionally harsh and dismissive only evident of her hate for the confrontation in front but Camila knew deep down it was only a form of outlining denial

"well the first thing I want is for you to giving me attitude right now!"

Lauren's eyes fell down into the floor realising quickly she wouldn't get away with pulling a pity party as Camila turn to fully lean her body against the door folding her arms firmly into her chest with a waiting gaze

"Listen You were responsible for what happened last night if you care to remember! So don't come into MY office making ME out to be the bad guy! Take responsibility for your actions and stop feeling sorry for yourself!"