"ice cream and cigarettes; my body on your bed, yeah."
she's a stubborn entrepreneur, he's a reckless tattoo artist. she loves sex, he loves sex. why not do it together? no strings attached- that is until they both find each other feeling much more...
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(smut warning) third person
to say reese was annoyed, would be an unbelievably huge understatement.
her boss was an ass to her, for no reason at that. he got mad at her for every little thing, as if he was just looking for any excuse in the world to scold her. for an example, he called her into his office today because he was mad about the department being out of coffee- how the hell was that her fault?
reese had figured her boss must be going through something personal, something tragic enough to make him lash out. he wasn't usually this...hot-headed. but, regardless of his situation, she doesn't deserve to have it taken it out on her, especially not when he has plenty of male workers who deserve it much more than she does.
she doesn't want to 'play the sexism card', but sometimes misogyny can be quite impossible to ignore.
on top of that, she was sick of her colleagues, who also happened to be men, sexualizing her as if she was an object. reese was an incredibly modest woman in her workplace, and she had alot of pride in her career. she takes it very seriously, and it aggravates her to see that all her effort goes unnoticed.
at first it was just 'accidentally' touching her butt while walking by her, or eyeing her breasts as she was presenting an idea in a meeting. but as of lately, once they realized they could get away with that, it had escalated. now it was snarky remarks, uncalled for jokes, and far too many sexual innuendos. all which, of course, going unnoticed by their boss.
but, hey, that's life, right?
what really pushed reese over the top was when she got home. she was expecting to be able to get a nice warm bath, maybe scroll on pinterest, and listen to omar apollo to put her relaxation over the top. but, no, that didn't happen. instead, she was greeted with the sound of her neighbor's music. again.
they had an agreement. vinnie said that all reese had to do was give him her number, and he'd give her peace. apparently, vinnie was a very good liar.
"peace my fucking ass." reese mumbled to herself as she felt her face heat up in anger.
they had an agreement. vinnie broke his side of the agreement, meaning she can break hers.
so, without even taking off what she wore to work- a white button up and a gray tube skirt, which will undoubtedly be much to vinnie's liking- she stomped her way to his door and knocked, similar to the way she did the first time this inconvenience happened.
it didn't take long for vinnie to pause his music and answer, and he looked just as annoyed as she did.
