summary: what happens when the office party goes wrong and your stuck in a storage closet with your flirty coworker?
It wasn’t that you hated Matt. You just wanted to wipe that smug, handsome, ridiculously wealthy smirk off his face. The only thing stopping you was your job. the one you needed way more than the satisfaction of telling him exactly where to shove his trust fund.
And tonight, you needed to sit through an entire office Christmas party.
You sat at your table, pretending to enjoy your drink, watching your coworkers. Chris in an ugly elf sweater that actually jingled, your boss Nick trying too hard to flirt with the bartender and you thinking how badly you wanted to go home.
Then came that familiar voice. “Sorry I’m late again…. Having fun, Sunshine?” You didn’t have to look up to know it was Matt. You could practically feel his smirk in the air.
“What do you want, Matt?” you muttered, watching the ice melt in your glass.
He sat down beside you, stretching out like he owned the place which, knowing him, he might. “Just checking on the most festive person in the room.”
“Observation,” he said lightly.
You finally glanced up bad idea. That same frustratingly charming grin greeted you, the kind that said he knew exactly how much he got under your skin.
“Not everyone enjoys office karaoke and fake snow as much as you do,” you said.
“Come on, you don’t hate everything.” He leaned in just slightly. “Just me.”
You huffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Oh, I’m not. I’m simply pointing out the obvious.” His grin widened. “You’ve been glaring at me since I walked in. It’s almost flattering.”
You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw the back of your skull. “It’s called self-control. I’m restraining the urge to throw my drink in your face.”
“Progress,” he said cheerfully.
Before you could fire back, Chris waved at you from across the room, laughing way too loudly. “Hey! We’re out of cups!” You raised your hand in a half hearted salute. “On it.”
The storage room was dim and narrow, filled with metal shelves and cardboard boxes. You found the stack of plastic cups easily enough right before the door slammed shut behind you.
You turned. “No, no, no—”
The handle had snapped off. You groaned. “Of course.”
Ten minutes later, you were standing precariously beside the shelf’s cups in hand, when the door opened again then started to shut
“Wait! Don’t let it close—”
You turned slowly. “Matt?.”
He blinked, holding a bottle of soda. “Nick said we needed more—”
“—cups,” you finished for him, unamused. “But Congratulations. We’re trapped.”
He stared at the door, then back at you. “We could scream for help.”
“They’re all drunk, Matt..”
He smirked. “Then I guess we’re stuck together.”
You sat on the floor with a sigh. “Wonderful.”
He pulled a small flask from his jacket, taking a sip before offering it to you. “Truce?”
You eyed it, then took a drink. “You always carry that?”
“Only when I expect trouble,” he said. “Or good company.”
You scoffed, but couldn’t help the twitch of a smile.
“Let’s play something,” he said after a beat. “Truth or dare — with drinks.”
You hesitated. “You’re kidding.”
“Come on,” he said, settling onto the floor across from you. “We’ve got time to kill.”
Fine. One round couldn’t hurt.
“Truth or dare?” you asked.
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”
He grinned sheepishly. “Sent a bad text meant for a girlfriend to my dad. It’s been years. He still mocks me.”
You laughed before you could stop yourself. “You? I’m shocked.”
“Your turn,” he said. “Truth or dare?”
“What’s something you’ve never told anyone in this office?”
You paused, debating honesty versus another sip from the flask. “I love my job here but Sometimes,” you said slowly, “I daydream about quitting, moving somewhere quiet, and never answering another email again.”
“That’s not a bad dream,” he said quietly.
The game continued. The questions got bolder, the dares sillier singing a line of a Christmas song, saying something nice about the other person, sharing a secret.
A long moment stretched between you, warm and quiet. Somewhere in the distance, you could faintly hear the muffled sound of Chris belting out another Christmas song. Then you both started laughing. The tension broke.
When you were finally found by Nick forty minutes later, both of you were sitting on the floor, empty cups beside you, flask nearly drained, grinning like idiots. “There you two are,” Nick said. “We’ve been looking everywhere.”
Matt stood, brushing himself off. “You’ll be happy to know we found the cups.”
Nick eyed the two of you suspiciously. “Right. And each other, apparently.”
After he left, Matt turned to you, his grin returning. “So… round two of Truth or Dare next week?”
You arched a brow. “In a closet again?”
He winked. “Only if you promise to get locked in with me.”
You laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he said, hands in his pockets. “But you didn’t say no.”
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