"Then this girl has her morals all wrong. But I now understand why she called the song 'The Weekend'. I like it none the less." He shrugs, switching lanes.
"Anyways, speaking of weekends, what are you doing this weekend?" He asks, left hand steering and his right on my thigh.
"Oh I uh," I pause, the strokes of his thumb are jumbling up my mind. "Nothing, I don't have plans." I recollect my thoughts.
"Good." He says vaguely, the car pulling off the freeway and onto a very busy street.
"What do you have planned Mr. Bieber?" I ask innocently, not intentionally triggering his... kink?
His thumb stills only for a second, his other hand turning the steering wheel to the right.
"We're here." He pulls into the first parking spot, gently parking his car.
I take a look out the tinted window and disregard my thoughts to take a look at the building. I unbuckle my seatbelt and close the door behind me as soon as we're both out. I look up, the early morning sun not around yet to hurt my eyes.
"Wow, it's huge." I say out loud as I walk next to him toward the sky scraper.
"Yeah, you've told me before. And the building is pretty big too." He snickers, wrapping his arm loosely around my waist to pull me closer.
I stray away, not wanting my personal relationship with him to get in the way of this job he provided me. I stop our movement towards the building to make a point to him.
"Why'd you stop? Are you okay babe?" He asks casually.
"Justin.. I want to make something clear before we go in." I say, making a little more space between us.
"I want to keep thing super professional between us when we're at work. I don't want people thinking i'm sleeping with the boss. You understand, right?" I ask, making sure he comprehends. His eyebrows are shrugged together a little, as if I just spoke complete gibberish.
"No, not really. Because you are." He says, steadily closing the space between us, his hands pulling on my waist to bring me towards him once more.
I pull away and make space between us once more. "What i'm saying is, as far as you and me, we don't exist through those doors. You can't call me babe, you cant touch me unprofessionally, and we most definitely must not kiss. I want you to treat me like every other employee." He backs up, his face telling me he doesn't like this idea, and even further dislikes that someone is telling him what not to do.
"Now, when we leave the premises, feel free to do all of the above. And then some. Okay Mr. Bieber?" I ask if he understands the rules i'm putting down.
He pulls his lips in, nodding and walking away from our conversation to walk towards the building in a very stern manner. I walk after him, not sure how he took what I just said.
I catch up right before he opens the door for us, despite however he's feeling he still held the door open for me.
I walk in before he does, seeing the back of a custodian before they shut their supply closet.
"Okay Miss Perez, this is the back of the main lobby where most important clients will walk through. When our downstairs receptionist tells me some one worth my time is down here, I will send you down to charm them on the way up the elevator. This way." He starts moving us deeper into the lobby, big grey elevator doors making themselves present.
"Here we have said elevators that lead up to some of my 35 floors. You'll need a key to get up to my floor. I have a spare at my desk that I will assign you." He speaks very professionally as he pushes the button for the doors to open up.
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Fanfiction"You said you want to be good but you can't keep your composure, you said you want to be good but you're begging me to come over."
Ch. 21
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