#michael scott

THE OFFICE (2005 - 2013) Season 5 | Episode 21

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ JUST MY TYPE

| annoying jim by telling kelly and pam that his complete opposite—dwight—is your type.

loud giggles were all that could be heard from your desk with kelly and pam both stood in front of you, all three of you talking about anything but work. at this point, you’d all have to stay late on friday to make up for all the time you’d wasted.

"pam no, its your turn. tell us your type!" kelly squeaked, practically jumping up and down as pam scoffed, a wide smile on her face as she threw her green eyes up to the ceiling, as if thinking.

"roy, i guess. brown hair, blue eyes. strong." she shrugged, playing with the end of one of her curls before kelly let out a loud groan.

"come on, pam! roy cant hear you from up here." kelly giggled, before pam rolled her eyes, shaking her head with crossed arms.

from across the office, the sound of your laughs had caught jim's attention, and boy he was mesmerised. the way you giggled softly, your hand covering your mouth with your lashes fluttering and pink lips glossed. you were the human equivalent to an angel. he just had to investigate.

"whats going on over here, ladies? whatever it is sounds way more fun than answering sales calls." jim said, approaching your desk with his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes darting in your direction, eager to make contact with yours.

you had been dating jim the past month or so, and as far as the both of you knew, no one else had the foggiest idea. neither of you wanted anyone in the office to know, solely because the two of you would never hear the end of it from everyone, particularly michael.

"y/n was just about to tell us who her type is." pam said, turning toward you then jim with a grin, your cheeks almost instantly flushing red, your gloss coated lips rubbing together.

"oh really? well, i gotta hang around for this." jim purred, turning to you with raised brows and one of his signature smirks playing on his lips, his elbows resting on your desk.

you looked at him, no, glared at him with doe eyes, before biting your bottom lip and staring up at the ceiling, making it look like you were lost in thought.

an idea suddenly popped into your head. you were so gonna mess with him.

"hm, brunette maybe? and short. brown eyes, glasses, and...maybe an undying love for battlestar gallactica. bonus points if he's a beet farmer." you giggled, hoping the girls wouldnt take your response seriously, but also hoping jim would.

"y/n, did you just describe dwight? holy crap!" kelly almost wheezed with pam following suit, the two keeling over while jim simply tilted his head at you, an expression on his face that made your legs feel like jelly.

"dwight? really? maybe i should get the two of you hooked up." he said through a breathy laugh, your head tilting playfully at him.

"well maybe you should, halpert. he looks like a man who knows how to treat a woman." you said, almost gagging at the thought of going anywhere near dwight, but you knew you had to keep going with the teasing.

"oh yeah? you must of had some pretty rough exes if you think dwight knows how to please a woman, l/n." jim said, leaning closer to you, his voice quieter than before as the girls cleared off back to their desks.

"and what would you know about that?" you giggled, biting the tip of your pen as his eyes flickered down to your lips, and boy, he gave it his all not to kiss you right then and there.

"wait until we get home and ill show you, sweetheart." he whispered, giving you a wink before turning his back and returning to his desk, leaving you with clammy hands and butterflies in your stomach.

you ran a hand through the loose curls in your hair, pursing your lips before letting out a sigh. how were you supposed to return to work after that?