Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

The Proposition (ch. 5)

 "Are you hungry?" He asked me after he rolled down the tinted window.

I looked back at the tall building that stuck out from the rest, wondering how he managed to get all the way downstairs and leave the building without having me notice. As far as I know there's only one way to get out of the building, unless he walked out of one of the emergency exits, but that seems a bit impractical.

I was standing a bit away from the vehicle so I took a couple steps towards him, stuffing my hands into my pockets because I wasn't sure what to do with them.

"I'm fine, I have some ramen and other stuff at home I can eat." I said, assuming he was going to ask me out to eat.

"I didn't ask what you had at home, Troye. I asked if you were hungry. A simple yes or no would suffice." He said, sounding a bit more assertive than before, making me a bit more nervous.

I looked down at my feet then, too scared to look him in the eye at the moment. "Yes, sir."

After a moment I looked back up at him when I heard a door opening, and him stepping out, motioning for me to go inside as he held it open for me. "I have some reservations and I was wondering if you'd care to join me? My treat."

"That's really sweet but you don't have to-"

"I know it may have sounded like a question but it really wasn't." He said as he cut me off, motioning with his hands telling me to get in once again, looking a little more annoyed than last time. "Now get in."

I decided it wouldn't be smart to go against him for a third time, so I got into the limo and scooched to the other side as he got in himself and closed the door.

I looked out the window as we began to move from the curb and into the busy street, not daring to look over at Mr. Franta.

We were only in there for a few minutes before I decided to get comfortable, leaning my arm on the door and resting my head in my hand, continuing to stare out into traffic as I felt a hand rest on my arm.

"Hey, I didn't mean to sound so harsh. I guess my dominating personality kicked in when things weren't going my way. I just kind of assumed that maybe we could use this time to get to know each other, since we're going to be working together a lot and all. If you really don't want to you don't have to, we can drop you off at home. This won't affect our work relationship so don't feel obligated to come if you don't want to."

"No I do! I just get really nervous around people, especially people of authority. I don't know why." I said honestly.

"That's pretty normal. You being someone who lives paycheck to paycheck, you can't afford any screw-ups or setbacks." He replied, still holding onto my arm right above my wrist, caressing it. I probably should have been a little weirded out, but to be honest it felt really nice. And who was I to deny any type of touching from Connor Franta himself? I know in a heartbeat he would stop if he thought I was uncomfortable with this situation, but I honestly wasn't.

It was as if the world was against me, because a moment later I felt him move his hand away and him looking out his window. "Ah, were here!"

The driver then opened his door, him getting out first and me following behind him. It was in that moment that I realized that this was were I work. Well, worked. Oh god, I called in today and I was planning on putting in a two week notice tomorrow, but I guess I can kiss any chance of getting this job back if the assistant job didn't work out goodbye. Maybe I can try to get myself out of going in.

"This place is really formal, I'm sure you have better people to accompany with you to a place like this. Besides, I'm sure it took ages to get a reservation here."