The Fantasy Next Door

"Damn V, you look like shit. Bad night?"

"Thanks Stacy, you look like quite the fantasy yourself." She groaned, rubbing her temple as she leaned onto her desk. "Last night was a real bitch."

"What's wrong, Robin did her rough last night?"

"Wha-?" She glanced over at her coworker, puzzled.

"I asked if Robin made it rough last night, for you to sleep?" Stacy smirked, taking another sip of her coffee. Viola groaned, laying her head on the desk near the keyboard.

"I don't want to talk about him."

"Tough, well you better get it together before the boss walks in, unless you really want to get him fired up again. Here, make yourself useful and go make some copies from this file. Chop chop!" She teased, adjusting her button up work blouse and sitting in her own desk.

Viola grabbed the file and lazily got up before stepping out of the office room. 'Damn Stacy and her damn blonde bombshell attitude and damn kiss ass.' She blinked her heavy eyes, watching the copy machine begin to whir and do its job.

Stacy is a coworker and acquaintance of hers, not close enough to hang out with after work but decent to talk to. The definition of blonde, with hazel eyes and a real hourglass figure, Stacy was definitely the attention seeker of the building. What's worse is, she receives it. Like all the time!

Being a secretary isn't easy. All the paperwork, computer work, scheduling and keeping track of meetings and all that, it's really tiring on the mind and the body. The lack of sleep thanks to Robin only accentuated her raw mood today. Speaking of...

She was really looking forward to giving him a piece of her mind in the morning, but his uh... ahem, little scene bothered her more than she'd admit. What she saw last night, not just the activity but also what they said, something about that stuck to her like some sort of trauma just a memory **** on repeat each time she shut her eyes.

"...Know you like redheads..."

Dah! What was that supposed to mean? She shook her head vigorously, if only she could delete what she heard, what she saw that night. Robin, Robin is a dork, he's weird, a goof, a single dad twice her age with cute tattoos and a nice butt, with a large-

What! No, no no no go away!

Why is he stuck in my head now?