The Ultimate Rami Malek X-Reader book

✨ Hacker Heart ✨ (Elliot Alderson)

Merry Christmas!!!!!!

"Happy Holidays!" Your new landlord says handing you a little gift basket. "Thank you." You reply with a broad smile. "No problem and *click* there's a little something in there I'd keep around if I were you." He says with a wink. "Understood and noted." You reply. He turns to leave and you turn back to your apartment to continue planning your outfit. An office Christmas party, the first of many in the coming years. While the flier itself says "Ugly" Christmas sweaters are the theme you find yourself tied between a sequined party dress and a black sweater with flames and a heavy metal Santa on the front, that lights up and sings. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!! MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS!!! RRRRROOOOOOTT WOOOOOOO!". It wouldn't be much of a debate if it weren't for, "Y/N! You're literally still trying to decide?" Angela asks. "You're the one who suggested the dress! I was perfectly content with wearing the sweater." You say. "You're the one with a secret admirer." She replies. "It's obviously Samar." You say. "Samar couldn't begin to write poems as deep as the ones I've seen." She replies. "Google." You remind. "And we found nothing when we searched. Face it, some guy is checking for you and I guarantee he'll be at the party." She says. "1 its cuffing season, 2 it's Christmas time and literally no one wants to be alone, 3 you yourself said 2018 would be your year, and 4, you have to start earning your Valentines Day gifts months in advance." She adds. "Me wearing a dress won't get anyone's attention." You reply.

"Damn girl did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Samar asks eyeballing you. You roll your eyes, "Can we just get in?" You ask. He holds his hands up in retreat and steps aside allowing you and Angela in. "And that man wrote those poems?" You ask. "Beats me." She admits. You look over the party, and it's as office party as office parties get. Smooth jazz music, some store bought food platters, and a punch bowl. In addition to minimal decorations and all the higher ups in suits. "Is this a party or a meeting?" You whisper. Angela bursts into giggles. "At least your butt looks good." She says. "It better because I can't breathe. If I fall over cut it off me. In the right spots, I don't need Samar getting an eye full." You reply. She laughs even harder. You go to the punch bowl and pour a cup of the questionable red liquid, downing it after a cheese and cracker square. "Don't get too full." You hear behind. Not recognizing the voice you turn around to a somewhat familiar face. Well extremely familiar. Elliot Alderson, the new IT guy, and object of many of the office women's affection. "I'll try not to but that cheese cracker already has me wanting to call it a night." You say. He chuckles. "Oh I see you two have met." Angela says coming over. "Not formally." You reply. "Well Y/N, Elliot, Elliot, Y/N." She introduces. He smiles and shakes your hand. Making Angela gasp, "Elliot can we have a moment?" She asks. She drags you away to a corner, "He never flirts or smiles, he's into you!" She says. "I doubt that." You reply. "I don't! I've known him for 20 years and he's never acted that way." She says. "He's the admirer." She adds. "There's no way. Just now was the first time he's talked to me." You reply. "Which is typical for a secret admirer. I can 100 percent hook you two up." She offers. "That's okay Angela, really." You reply. "Elliot is smart, chivalrous, loving. In his own way. He'd make a great boyfriend. Imagine if he is the admirer. Imagine waking up in the arms of a man that's wanted you for months." She says. You look over to him checking his phone. "I have something else in mind." You say.

To be continued!