The Pre-Date (feyrhycien)
This is a part two of this fic - Completely Inappropriate Deliveries
It turned out being 4.5k words…I got a bit carried away…I’m sure u won’t mind
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NSFW humour, yet again, though not as much as last time
“It’s 6 pm, you do know you can leave now, right?”
Lucien looked up from his mountain of spreadsheets to find Feyre at the entrance of the office. She was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in that grey little suit he had been eyeing up all day.
“Tamlin expects me to finish the accounts by tonight,” he said, leaning into his chair, back groaning as he did so. It had been 5:00pm when Lucien had just closed his laptop for the day, ready to go home and make dinner for his boyfriend, until Tamlin turned up at his office and asked him to do overtime. Fucking knob.
“Does he get off on making you suffer?” she scoffed, moving forward and closing the door behind her.
Running a hand through his hair, he watched as she sat down in one of his chairs before his desk, bracing her arms like she was about to embark on a mission to get him out of the door to his office without use of sheer force.
“Yes, he has a file on his computer called Lucien porn where he records my face after he gives me another spreadsheet.”