#itslate

@marzaboo <--- made Lynn on da right

Hehe

Click. Click. Click,

Her walk was steady. Slow. Paced. As if she’d walked this empty hallway a dozen times and knew exactly where she was headed. One might mistake her as a woman on a mission, a woman with a plan, but she was neither of the sort. A black mask adorned her face, hiding her exasperated expression from the outside world and a secret kept only amongst herself. She had never been down this hallway. She’d never been in this building. 

But when you are sent for, you arrive. Especially if you were sent for by him. 

Click. Click. Click.

Her own footsteps scared her, every tap her stilettos made on the white tile made her heart skip a beat as it pounded like a freight train in her ears. She was shocked that no one had seemed to notice her yet, every gaze she passed acknowledged her for less than a second if not dismissing her completely. Like she was a ghost. 

I guess that was indeed the plan.

When she reached his door, she was too scared to knock. Too scared to move. 

Luckily enough for her, he never gave her the opportunity. 

“Were you going to keep me waiting all night?” 

She shook her head meekly, already overwhelmed by his powerful presence. 

“I didn't intend on it” She all but stuttered.

Without response he leaned his broad frame against the large door, opening a space large enough for her to enter through. She entered quietly with her head bowed towards the red carpet that filled his dressing room. When she heard the door click shut her heart sped up to dangerous speeds, but her clammy hands were already gripping the bottom of her silver zipper. 

He was pleased when she turned around and her hoodie was already opened, revealing the lacy black bralette that cupped and protected her chest. The long-sleeved sweater she wore had hidden the one tattoo that graced her brown skin; his name scrawled in script on the right side of her chest, written in a stark red that seemed to make it float above her skin. 

As she let his sweater slip pool at her feet and went for the similar zipper that enclosed her jeans, he couldn’t help the smile that began to spread. He felt her apprehension as he began to approach, her breath audibly hitching in her throat at his stride. 

“You don’t have to be nervous sweet pea. I won’t hurt you,”

His palms noted the slight shiver beneath her skin when he gently gripped her biceps and pulled her in closer; his smile turning into a grin as he dipped his lips to meet her ear.