Excuse Me, Miss? Chapter 2
masterlist, part one, part three, part four
summary: Neighbor turned business partner, romantic or conflict of interest?
tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & hopeless feeling.
pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader
âExcuse me, Miss?â Your reminiscing is interrupted by a familiar voice. You turn around to lock eyes with none other thanâŠAbby? After standing there trying to piece together a valid reason Abby had business at your dad's company. You never found oneâŠthis is also when you realize you didnât know much about her and lowkey couldâve gotten kidnapped last night. Cheers to impulsive, alcohol-influenced actionsâŠright??Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You say with a slightly dropped jaw and raised eyebrow. âI have aâŠuh-â Whatever Abby was going to say gets cut off by your father entering the room, standing beside Abby, and putting a hand on her shoulder. âI see youâve met my daughter..â Your father says clenching his jaw, you can practically hear his teeth grinding.
âD-daughter?â Abby says, widening her eyes as she stammers over her words. Your father nods confirming Abbyâs worst fear, looking at you both as silence fills the room. âWell, we have a business meeting.â He says motioning Abby towards a chair, which was also a polite âget the fuck out.âÂ
You took that and ran with it literally, clocking out and booking it to the parking garage where your car was. After getting in you take the biggest exhale of your life swearing you could rip your hair out follicle by follicle.
Starting up the car ready to get in bed and sulk you get a knock on your window, rolling it down you meet gazes with Abby again. She cast quite the shadow being that your car was slightly low to the ground, she looked relaxed with one hand in her pocket looking down at you with those eyes.Â
âI was just gonna ask- umâŠif we could talk tomorrow?â She says nervously, slightly taking a step back as she scratches the back of her neck. âUhh sure yeah.â You say letting a yawn escape showing how exhausted you were. You both bid your goodbyes as Abby takes a step back watching you drive out of the parking spot.Â
Waking up in the sunlight is therapeutic to others, especially with the view in your bedroom but to you, itâs just another sunrise.
You felt it was time to try something different since you hadnât sipped tequila a whole day. Everything has been giving you a fresh start kind of feel. New âjobâ, new things, new skills, even a new milf next door. Isnât life beautiful?
While sitting in the living room deciding what to watch for your employee holiday. Yesterday when they told you it was an employee holiday you had to google what that was because you thought regular employees worked year round.
You decide to cook yourself for once, but you never really took it upon yourself to cook, often ordering takeout or just eating chips and liquor.Â
However, you do have a couple of recipes locked into your brain from when your mother used to cook with you as a kid.
You always feel cozy from most of her recipes even the simple ones, she always adds her twist on everything. Even to this day, you have a positive view of her to which your dad has never taken a likeness.
Nevertheless, this day isnât about the past itâs about relaxation-. You quickly stopped in your tracks realizing Abby hadnât crossed your mind once since youâd risen out of your bed.Â
It takes you two plates of food and a few seasons of The Walking Dead to finally come up with a justifiable reason for why Abby had any business at your dad's company, let alone a meeting.
During the time you were helping her move boxes into her place, you saw some boxes marked work supplies. Maybe she was there negotiating or even offering something. It wasnât rare for smaller companies to try and use your dad as a way to the top or to even skyrocket sales.Â
Knocks at your door making you jolt up, pausing the TV show that earlier had your gears going. Having a gut feeling about who was on the other side of the door you found it best to not contemplate and just act so you opened the door with the fakest smile you could force out.
Abbyâs facial expressions were caught off guard if anything. âHeyâŠis now a good time or? I could always come back later-â She practically vomited out. âYouâre fine, come in,â You say, stepping aside and letting a grin creep up on your face.
You gestured Abby towards a cozier room with a fireplace, youâd just finished renovating it so why not show it to someone and get your money's worth?
As you two sat down an awkward space in between you two, which honestly made the decorations on the fireplace all the more interesting. âIâm guessing you want to know why I was at Ray's- Your father's workplace,â Abby said, you responding with an eager nod.Â
The first-name basis makes the situation seem way deeper than it seemed on the surface level. âWell I own a few small companies and he was thinking of taking a small percentage of my shares.â She says searching for any sign of discomfort in your eyes.
You hum hoping to keep the conversation from souring again but that seems impossible with the way she's scooting closer to you and soul-searching in your irises.Â
This alone pushing nothing but heat to your core has you looking in any other direction but her face. âHey, you havenât told me why you were there?â Abby questions looking a little more amused than youâd like.
âMy dad has me covering for a worker there soâŠâ You say rather blankly. Abby, catching on that you would rather not elaborate further, didn't push or press any more buttons. Instead, she gave you an invitation to an art gallery that was happening later in the day.Â
Kindly taking the invitation she shows herself out as you race to your office so you can see what people wear to art galleries.
Quickly choosing Pinterest as a way to pinpoint things you can incorporate into the outfit. Sighing, shutting off your computer, and seeing your reflection on the monitor gives you the grounding you so badly need.Â
What if this was just a friendly invitationâŠor better yet a pity one. Maybe she wanted to make a good impression on you hoping youâd run back to your father and report.
Trying to stay on the positive side of things you tell yourself she probably just wants to get into your good graces in general. Hoping that today will be you, wine, great art, and a milf. God bless America.
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