"Hey, sexy motherfather," I raised my fork. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusement yet still focusing solely on his food. "Well, gotta keep it PG at some point."
He rolled his eyes. His fucking grey eyes. I wonder what would it taste like if I top that rolling eyes above our pancake..
Nah, I'm not a psycopath. No worries there.
Just curious.
But curiousity killed the cat. Ouch. Sorry not sorry, I'm neither a bitchy catsies.
I was actually just imagining about it being 'The Eye of Sauron' in Mordor land during once upon a time.
"What do you want?" He said.
"You work in a company or something?"
"Yes."
"A CEO or just somewhere in the higher up, someone in power? I'm only judging by this exquisite-idyllic-mega-grand-palace and your smooth-virgin-suits, prince charming."
"You can say so. Why?" He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, a bit reluctant about this topic I guessed.
"Because I need a favor to ask."
"Oh, what would that be, our lovely princess?" At last he seemed interested to be in this conversation. Of course, since this was more or less on a level if I asked him out for another date after our previous dates.
"Let's say to pay me back for bringing your two cheek butts and friends home last night. Deal?"
"Depends, obviously."
"Just a letter actually."
"I'm a businessman, miss. I go thoroughly for my documents."
"No. I don't want you to accept it either. You better refuse it to be fair. It's just for my work absence today. It won't hurt you, nor your reputation. Nope and nothing."
"You mean you're going to send me a work proposal or something?"
"Precisely, mister. Now we're talking, smarties." I grinned cheekily. "So, give me your or your company's email or number which I don't care as long as the paper gets to that wide palm of yours which I prefer to hold but I gotta keep my professionalism as a homosapien. I'll email or fax it. I really don't mind." I smiled as wide as Pennywise, only for a second though, before I got reported to the police for missing eyes. Although I'm grateful my gut will never go missing.
"What company do you work for?"
"Kid's toys."
"You doesn't look kids friendly."
"That's why I'm stuck in the horrible suffocating confined jail you fucking called as office, behind the desks especially meeting desks that calls for a fucking killing deadlines." My eyes were wide opened and chinned up in a horrific style as I made a supportive lunatic's grin whilst I stabbed my fork into the sweet lovely tower of pancakes, then put a whole piece of it inside my mouth.
And that was my killing possesed-mentally-ill-creature look.
Meanwhile on the other end of the table, he choked gracefully, gulped a sip of his black caffeine down, then cleared his throat. Exactly the reaction that I want.
"You startled me. Don't pull out anything like that ever again. Ever. That was simply horrendous."
"Exactly my point. So the full story is, I'm establishing a new toy that need your company's help. But since you're a VVVIP and you asked to meet right at the next morning, thus I, the one in charge as penny pinchers, unlike you, diamond mines, I reached out to you, had to adjust my own schedule to yours. And that is my fabulous ultimate reason for the leave of absence early in the morning."
"Can't you talk like a normal person, please?" He kneaded his head for a bit. "I prefer meetings than talking to you. You beat around the bush too much."
"Aww, sweetie. Even in 'The Sims' you can woohoo inside bushes. If that's what you meant," I gasped dramatically.
"Woohoo?" He squirmed both of his eyebrows puzzled.
"Making babies."
"Please, we're still eating." He actually had stopped the task for the last two minutes.
"I'd like to have a piece of you in my mouth too," I licked the whipped cream slowly.
"Oh my, can't you stop acting like a cat and be a human for once." He scrunched up his face, disgusted.
"Okay, once." I ate my whole pancake in 2× speed. I do adore my pancakes, but still wonder why would anyone served this for a hangover? My mom would've made a sizzling hot pot of some soup. I wanted to make it but I was too lazy and it would be a kitchen invasion sooo..
As soon as I was done, I tiptoed his way.
"What?" He asked whilst eyeing me as suspicious as he could.
"Nothing."
"Totally not convincing a single bit."
"Why?" I pounced on him with my claws. Was it supposed to be claws or paws? I don't know and I don't care. My aim was his lap actually.
"Fuck!" He knocked his knees to the table as he was trying to held my head back to keep a safe distance between the two of us.
Well, my first idea was to kick his leg from under the table but too much gap was separating us, hence I had to let him get it done by himself. "I swear you're gonna be the death of me. Fuck." He rubbed his knees.
"Rawwrrr.."
"Are you still drunk?"
"Of course.. not." I stood and blinked cutely.
"Mr. Scott." He called out.
"Yes, sir?"
"Sorry but I'll have to leave my food cause I had lost my apetite since long ago," he glared at my innocent smile.
"And I better get going to work right now." He added his last sentence before letting go of his grip on my head and walked away.
"Wait for me, darlingg~"
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Short Story[NOTE: ICY HAD COMPLETED THE HEAVY EDITING CREAM, PLEASE INFORM ME IF THERE'S STILL ANY MISTAKE. THANKS] Lynx Farren had always acted base on her impulse instead of her logic, mostly leading to the worst out of the worse decision a human can make in...
