You took a deep breath before walking out of the elevator doors that had just opened up on the floor Chris' office was on. The two of you had been texting each other all morning up until about an hour ago when he said he was about to have a meeting and he'd meet you in his office. You were a little nervous to be going to his office. One, you didn't know if it's what Sugarbaby's did and two, you weren't exactly as 'important' or 'fitted in' as much as the other woman you had passed (all of whom gave you a dirty look). You didn't wear designer clothes of any kind.
"Can I help you?" you looked up from your phone, hoping Chris had text you but he hadn't, and gave a nervous smile to the young brunette behind the desk opposite the elevator.
You stayed silent for a few moments trying to get your brain to work. What did you say? 'Oh, yes, I'm just looking for my super hot sugar daddy'. You were fucked.
"Hi-" good start. "Hmm, Chris- I mean, Mr Evans, asked me to stop by. Is he, here, at all?" you gave her a polite, yet nervous smile.
She looked you up and down, trying to hide her scowl as she did. "Unfortunately Mr Evans is in a meeting and will be for the rest of the day."
You nodded. "Yeah, he told me to wait in his office-"
"I'm afraid that's not possible." she smiled falsely at you.
Your eyes widened a little at her. "Oh, but he said-"
"He didn't say anything to me... No appointment, no meeting, they are the rules." she sighed. "Please leave."
You sighed yourself. What was her problem? Why was she being so rude to you? "Okay, thank you for being... helpful, I guess." you frowned slightly as you turned away.
You walked back towards the elevator, once again with your phone in your hand. You couldn't just leave, you had tell Chris. You stepped inside the elevator with your phone to you ear, Chris number dialling.
"Evans speaking."
"Hello, Mr Sugar daddy." you smirked to yourself.
"Miss Y/L/N, how can I help you?"
"Still in your meeting?"
"I am, yes."
You sighed a little. "I was hoping the bitch was lying." you muttered to yourself more than Chris.
"Can you repeat that, ma'am?"
"Oh, nothing, just... your receptionist made me leave." you frowned a little, leaning back on the wall of the elevator.
"She did." Chris answered. "On what grounds?"
"On the grounds that I don't have an appointment and that you didn't mention anyone being allowed to wait in your office."
He sighed heavily down the phone. "Where are you, Y/N?" he asked sounding less business man Chris.
"Elevator. Approaching the 28th floor, why?" you raised your eyebrow as you looked at the numbers lighting up in the other wall.
"Give me a second." he said before he hung up.
You rolled your eyes before closing them as the elevator came to a slow stop. "she really ask you to leave?"
You gasped standing up from your leaning position almost jumping out of your skin. Chris grinned as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor. "Damn, you scared me." you let out a small chuckle as did Chris. "And yes, she did. 'No appointment, no meeting, they are the rules'."
Chris sighed shaking his head. "I'll sort this, Y/N." he gave you a small smile as he placed his hand on the small of your back.
Before you knew it the two of you were walking out of the elevator together and towards the reception desk. The receptionist glanced up from her computer and stood up quickly once she noticed Chris. "Mr Evans, I-"
"Save it, Claudia." Chris frowned at her. "Is it true that you told Miss Y/L/N to leave?" he asked. She nodded about to open her mouth but Chris cut her off. "Right then, you're fired." he sighed heavily as he placed his hands on his hips. Your eyes widened as you looked up to him. Crap!
"Fired?" her mouth fell open.
Chris nodded. "Yes, fired." he frowned at her. "What was it you said to her... 'no appointment, no meeting'... Not only does Miss Y/L/N have an appointment with me and I said she could wait in my office but she's also a friend of mine and doesn't need to be messed around by my receptionist... sorry, ex-receptionist." Chris glared at her. "Get your crap and leave." and with that Chris turned you round and opened his office door for you before slamming it shut, making you jump a little.
You stood in silence for a few moments as you watched him shut the blinds in his office and then take his jacket off, handing it up before he walked round to his desk and took a seat. As he sat he let out a deep sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his face with his large hands. "Hard day?" you ask standing awkwardly looking at him.
Chris smiled as he sat up. "It's always a hard day, kid." he looked at you. "Please, take a seat." he stood up and walked over to the two grey, soft looking armchairs he had in the corner of his office. You followed after him and took a seat. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea, water?"
You raised your eyebrow as you looked around his office not seeing anything to make either of those options up. "How? Didn't you just fire your receptionist?" you asked before covering your mouth. "Sorry-"
Chris shook his head, chuckling a little. "No, don't be. You're right... I did just fire her." he sighed before walking over to where he kept his scotch. "Think it would be rude of me if I asked her to grab us a coffee before she leaves?" he smirked at you.
You began giggling and nodding your head. "Do you wanted her to call you a bastard because, that's what I would call you." you smiled looking down.
Chris chuckled as he sat down, handing you a scotch. "Be careful with that, it's strong-" his mouth fell open slightly as your face didn't react to the strong taste. When you licked your lips and smiled into the glass he found himself with a dry mouth and needing to take a bigger gulp of his. "Hmm... I want to apologise for what happened, Y/N."
You looked up to him and shook your head. "It's fine, Chris. It's not your fault how they see me." you sighed.
Chris frowned. "Who?"
You shook your head. "No one, it's fine." you offered him a small smile, hoping he'd drop it but it didn't look like he would.
"Who, Y/N?" nope, he wasn't going to.
You sighed placing your drink down on the glass table. "All the women I passed as I came up here. I stuck out like a sore thumb walking in here. I bet none of them have ever seen anyone wear anything other than louboutin." you sighed a little as you looked down to your chucks. "It's fine. I'd rather be me than a sour faced cow in expensive shoes."
Chris began laughing again, nodding. "I'd rather you be you than a sour faced cow in expensive shoes, too." you smiled at him, quickly dropping your gaze.
"So, why was it you wanted me to come?" you asked smiling up at him.
"Oh, right-" Chris stood up and walked over to his jacket. "I was wondering, if you had something to wear for tonight? It's a rather big, fancy dinner and dance... the company as one every year." he sighed as he walked back over to you.
"Oh... hmm... no, what I wore last night is the extent of something fancy I own." you blushed a little looking down embarrassed.
Chris nodded as he opened his wallet that he'd picked up. "I, thought as much." he whispered as he pulled out his card. "I thought, you could buy yourself something." he smiled holding it out to you.
Your eyes widened a little. "What? I can't-"
Chris began grinning at you. "Y/N, it's okay. This is what Sugar daddy's do... remember?"
You blushed as you looked down, nodding. He was right. "Sorry, I'm just not used to this." you let out a nervous laugh. You took the card from him smiling a little. "Thank you, Chris."
He shook his head as he closed his wallet up and put it on the table. "My pleasure." he sat back after picking his scotch up. "Don't be afraid to go nuts. Treat yourself." he winked at you.
You nodded laughing as you ran your thumb over his name on the card. "You sure you want to say that?"
"I thought you said it was a one time thing?" Liz hissed as the two of you walked into the first of the stores Chris had booked for you to spend money in.
You rolled your eyes at her. "It is."
"What about last night?" she shook her head.
"That wasn't a thing. He just wanted to meet me before he invited me to this, dinner or whatever tonight." you smiled as your hands ran over the soft material. You looked up at her, sighing softly. "Look, I know this is probably the stupidest thing I am doing but-" you pulled out his credit card. "The dude gave me this and said spend whatever I want." you grinned.
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she snatched the card from you. "Dear God, he's rich."
You laughed nodding. "Filthy, rich."
The two of you were interrupted by an older woman clearing her throat. "Ladies, can I help you?" she faked smiled at you.
Elizabeth leaned in as she handed you the card back. "This is some, Pretty Woman shit."
You began smirking, trying not to laugh. "Yes-" you cleared your throat as you tried to remember what Chris had said to say.
Now, I'm afraid you're probably gonna get off these woman what you got of Claudia.
Oh wonderful.
I know, I'm sorry but, just remember to say... I am attending the Downey Enterprise D and D tonight and wish to buy something for the occasion.
Aren't they gonna ask why I'm leaving it to last minute?
Trust me, you say the Downey thing and they won't care if there's an hour to the event, they'll get you the moon if that means you mentioning where you got your dress from.
You took a deep breath before smiling at the older woman. "I am attending the Downey Enterprise, D and D tonight and wish to buy something for the occasion."
The woman's eyes widened before she began nodding. "Yes, ma'am. Of course, this way-"