#ezrayordan

ELIZA [sent with confetti]: hey!!!! you got promoted!

ELIZA: congratulations 😊

ezra was one of the only people she knew who stayed at work this late, besides herself, because the office was one of the places that she felt the most productive. and meetings were keeping her from her other projects, even if she preferred meetings in the first place. he was one of her favorite people to bother, to flirt with, and it only got worse after the gala. she leaned against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed against her chest. “i dare you,” eliza smirked, “to ask me to come home with you.”

two to one. ezra was winning two to one in home invitations. not that eliza was counting, and technically, hawaii didn’t even count, because it was a hotel room, not her place, but- whatever. he was coming over, because she invited him, because he’d gotten promoted. and it was a big deal, of course it was, and he wasn’t- they weren’t anything, but. she still wanted to do something nice for him. it was so far from being a big deal, she was being nice, and it was more about the congratulatory sex than anything else. even if she was cooking...on a saturday, one of the days she slept in until the last minute. which meant that the knock at the door, while she was half-dressed, still wearing her miss-matched sleep socks, had to be ezra, of course. “i’m coming!” she called, not even bothering to try and look more presentable, opening the door to her guest. “i hate that you look better than me in the morning.”

Eliza hadn’t done something this stupid in weeks, but- well, you know what? She was single, she was going to do whatever she wanted now. And she wanted Ezra, she had for a while now, but had never let herself take. But he apparently wanted her, too, and what was stopping her? A few glasses of wine, some flirting, and here they were, looking for somewhere they could be alone, her hand in his. She was mostly glad she’d brought her lipstick with her, if all of this went the way she wanted she’d need it. “If you find somewhere, feel free to speak up.”

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This was their last day in paradise, and Eliza was spending it trying not to be fuming the entire time. Being around Ezra definitely helped, mostly because they were just acting like things were normal, despite the fact that he was sporting a bit of a split lip. It made kissing a little difficult, but she didn’t mind it so much. “Hey,” she murmured, laying on her stomach on the beach chair, eyes closed as she called his attention, “can you pass me my sunglasses, please?” she left them in her bag that was closer to him than her.