The Boss Next Door - Chapter 3 - My Daily Fix

Chapter 3 - My Daily Fix

This is Warner's POV.

Oliver Smith

Sir, I just received a message from your sister.

I looked up from my desk, annoyed.

My sister happens to enjoy pulling pranks on me and making me work twice as hard.

Warner Taylor

What is it now?

Oliver Smith

It's Miss Gardenia, she's being sent up-

I rose up from my chair and immediately looked around me.

Documents in a disarray, pieces of scrap paper lying on the floor.

I hadn't gone home last night, so my tie, clothes, and hair were a mess.

Warner Taylor

Oliver.

Oliver Smith

Yes, I'll clean up immediately.

We both began frantically pushing papers underneath my desk, out of sight.

Oliver fluffed up the cushions on the couch that she likes to sit in, as I was told by Lisa.

I sent Oliver out to greet her at the door and sat myself down.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and slowly fixed my hair.

Violet Gardenia...

She's my sister's best friend...

And one of the managers in the company that I happen to be a director of.

To me, she's... a very capable employee.

I heard a faint knock. Did her knuckles hurt when she hit the door?

Warner Taylor

Enter.

When she walked in, my eyes immediately went to her fist. They didn't seem bruised or red.

What a relief.

Violet Gardenia

Hello, Director! Manager Lisa sent these documents up to you.

I wonder when she'll call me Warner.

She'll probably make my name sound so soft, coming from those sweet lips of hers.

I want her to call me Warner.

But that's probably classed as an inappropriate action. I'd rather not put her in that situation.

I saw the documents in her hand and sighed internally.

Lisa doesn't need to give me any urgent documents.

This must be another one of her schemes.

She shuffled towards me and handed me the folder.

I opened it, and instead of the documents that she claimed to be urgent, there was a message written in red ink.

"I'm lending you my Violet for two hours. You'd better show how grateful you are in your response to this. I take any forms of payment. Also, if you make her lift as much as a finger during those two hours, I'll tell on you to Grandpa that you're abusing your employees. Let her rest, she's been picking up my slack in recent days because of my hospital appointments. Your older sister, Lisa"

I hate it when she refers herself to be older than I am.

We were born 16 seconds apart, and she just happened to be the one to push out before me.

In terms of maturity however, I'm the one who has it all. She still acts like she's a child, running around and playing pranks like this.

Honestly.

I decided to write my response:

"To my immature sister, I'll show my gratefulness by not telling Miss Gardenia about your little mischievous time-wasting game. I'll also keep your past to myself. I hope that you find my repayment satisfactory. -Your mature brother."

I slipped out her letter and replaced it with mine.

By the time I got up to hand it back to Violet, my eyes opened wide when I witnessed something that I could never forget.

She always suited wearing white blouses. Today, she wore one that I hadn't seen before and a pair of black pants.

Perhaps she went shopping.

But her clothes weren't what shocked me the most.

It was how serene she looked when she slept.

I got up and walked towards her, slowly edging closer and closer to her.

She looked so beautiful in that moment.

Her long eyelashes hovering over her closed eyelids, her rosy lips opening and closing with every breath.

I can just imagine it. Her in my bed, dressed messily in one of my old shirts, sleeping as soundly as she is now.

The bed is a mix of her scent and mine, making my heart thump faster and faster.

I reach out, moments away from slipping a lock of hair behind her ear.

Warner Taylor

Violet...

I whispered, my voice becoming softer than ever.

I want to touch her, I want to take in her scent, I want her-

I got up and walk out of the room as fast as I could before I did something unspeakable.

I can't...

I can't control myself when I'm around her.

Warner Taylor

Why...

Warner Taylor

Why do I lose reason when it comes to you?

-End of Chapter 3-

Misty Plume

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