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A Roger Taylor x Reader Fic
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You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Look, I don’t know how exactly things work in America, Miss Thomas, but in England, you can’t sue someone just for thinking about you,” you said as calmly as you could manage.
“It’s not just that he was thinking about me, it’s what he was thinking,” Miss Thomas argued flatly. “I’m penile psychic. I know he was thinking about making love to me, which I find absolutely disgusting and inappropriate. It severely distressed me.”
Her inexpressive face told you she felt nothing, least of all distress.
“I don’t understand what you’re going for here,” you said. “Emotional distress or sexual harassment?”
“Sexual harassment won’t make it,” you explained. “You’re his boss, it’s not designed that way. And let’s say it was, has he actually said anything to you that was inappropriate?”
“No, how many times do I have to say this?” she complained, rolling her eyes. “It was in his thoughts, I know it.”
You sighed. “On both these counts we would need some sort of action. Your supernatural penis abilities won’t hold up in court as proof, it’s that simple.”
“Look, I have money, you’re an attorney, do your job,” she snapped.
“I can’t if I -” you began, but your boss interrupted with three quick raps on your office door.
“Bill, I’m in the middle of a meeting with a client,” you told him.
“Ditch it, that case is rubbish anyway, I’ve got something better for you,” he said.
“Excuse me!” Miss Thomas protested, turning to face him.
“You’re the one who told me to take it!” you argued. “I told you it was rubbish from the start!”
“Hey!” Miss Thomas cried, only to continue being ignored.
“What’s this new case, then?” you asked.
“Believe me, you want it,” Bill continued. “It’s a divorce case, but you’re going to piss yourself when you see who it is.”
“I’m a paying client, you know!” Miss Thomas interjected.
Finally, you looked at her again.
“I’m sorry, Miss Thomas, but we’re just not prepared to take on your case,” you said. “It will be thrown out and frankly, we’d charge you just for wasting our time. Have a good day, now.”
With that, you rose from your seat, walked around your desk, and crossed the room to Bill. Together, you left Miss Thomas in your office. She huffed and stormed after you.
“So, who’s getting divorced and why is it a big deal?” you demanded as you walked with your boss to the conference room.
“This is perhaps the most famous client we’ve ever had,” he said, stopping just outside the door. “Go in.”
Brow furrowed, but excited by the mystery, you reached out a hand to open the door. You pulled it toward you and stepped through. Three people sat at the table, but your eyes were immediately fixed on the one. The blonde man who sat alone. He was reclined, with his feet on the table. He sat up and removed his sunglasses when he saw you. His mouth fell just slightly open.
Yes, you knew who it was. You just wished you didn’t.
Bill blew by you and went to shake the man’s hand.
“Mr. Taylor, this is Y/N Y/L/N, and she’ll be representing you,” he said.
You met Roger Taylor’s gaze for the first time in years. Those blue eyes brought back all of the love you’d once felt. But there was even more pain.
“They’ve slept together.”
You screamed and jumped away from the source of the voice you hadn’t even realized was in the room. You whipped around and saw Miss Thomas behind you.
“I - wh - oh - what are you still doing here?!” you demanded.
“I still want my case covered!” she cried, stamping her foot.
“Hold on, how do you know we’ve slept together?” wondered Roger.
“Like I said,” she returned with a shrug. “I’m penile psychic.”
She eyed you up and down like a hungry tiger before turning on her heel and sweeping out to the lobby. You looked at Bill.
“Sorry, I’m not taking the case,” you said, then you too left the room, only you were heading for your office.
Roger looked at Bill. Bill had a thousand questions, but first, he had to get you back in the room.
“Just a moment, Mr. Taylor,” he said, and jogged after you.
You were just about to close the door, when Bill slapped his hand on it to stop you.
“You have to take the case, Y/N,” he said.
“Why does it have to be me?” you wondered.
“You’re the best divorce attorney in the firm,” he reminded you. “That’s always been your specialty. I understand maybe there’s some history there, but can’t you get past that? He’s…he’s so rich, Y/N.”
“So?! We want his money, that’s the reason I started a law firm! If I’m not making money, then what’s the point, really?”
You groaned. “You don’t understand, Bill. This is going to be extremely uncomfortable. Roger and I were in a relationship. For years.”
“Well, time moves on, that’s all over, time to be adults,” Bill said. “You’re doing this.”
You glowered at him. “Fine. But I’m going to complain the whole time.”
“Like that’s any different from normal?” he retorted. “Get in there and get to work.”
Your scowl deepened. Alone this time, you went to the conference room. Roger had resumed his seat at the table and was chewing at his thumb nail. You sighed and entered, notepad and pen in hand.
