Unedited, probably lots of typos and grammar errors. Kiss my ass.
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Heath's POV:
Fuck's sake this is boring.
I yawn before stretching out, giving my eyes a break from the papers scattered all across my desk. If I stare at anymore numbers I think I might go cross eyed.
Perhaps I need some more caffeine to pep me up a bit.
I lift up my mug to take a sip, only to shudder when I find my coffee is now ice cold.
What time is it? Have I been working for that long?
I glance over at the clock hanging above my office door and see that it's nearly eleven o'clock at night.
FUCK.
It's so late already, but I'm nowhere near done. Being a co-owner of multiple businesses has plenty of perks, sure. I'm practically my own boss. But, it also comes with several responsibilities. Shit sucks. I just want to set this entire desk on fire. I wonder if I could bribe Reese into finishing this shit for me.... Nah. He'd tell me to go fuck myself. Which I can't blame him, I'd tell him the same if he asked me. Oh well, back to work. I run a hand through my hair and let out a sigh before going back to going over reports.
Several minutes pass and I hear the sound of my door opening, causing me to jerk my head up in surprise.
"Oh! You're still here, Mr. Fox?" A startled maid asks, nearly dropping her bucket of cleaning supplies. Ah. The hotel's night cleaning staff. Damn, they usually come in my office about midnight, more time must've passed than I originally thought.
I smirk and nod. "Afraid so."
She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, obviously flustered.
"Would you like me to still clean, or I can come back? I don't want to distract you." She offers, batting her eyelashes at me. She's obviously checking me out, but that's not anything new.
"Nah, go ahead. You won't distract me." I say, honestly.
She nods, then begins to dust the shelves, silently while I go back to work. Maybe she got the hint that I'm not interested.
Probably another hour passes and she seems to be about finished. My mind is so numb from rereading this report, I don't notice her standing in front of my desk at first until she clears her throat.
"Yes?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow, slightly annoyed.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" She asks, straightening the hem of her skirt.
"Nope. That'll be all." I grunt before glancing back down at my papers.
"Are you sure?" She asks, placing both hands onto my desk as she leans forward, not even trying to hide the fact that she's trying to shove her boobs in my face. "This is my last room of the night, I don't mind staying later...." she offers.
