Lexa as the hardass/icy boss and Clarke the employee who hates her boss
The voice sends a prickle down her skin, and Clarke squares her shoulders and tries to appear as unfazed as possible. Around her, Bellamy and Wells have become pale, their eyes widening, and Clarke steels herself to face the wrath of her boss. She turns lazily from her place leaning against the counter in the staff kitchen, her coffee cup still held in one hand, steaming and fresh, and lets her gaze wander over her boss.
Lead Woods is as intimidating as she is gorgeous. In pencil skirts that make her legs go on for miles, Clarke has never seen her without a crisp shirt and blazer that makes her mouth go dry. Today her dark hair is pulled up in a neat twist and her reading glasses are perched on her nose, as if she’s been pulled away halfway through something important. It’s a shame that the expression on her beautiful face is so dark and stormy, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as she takes them in.
“Ms Woods,” Clarke stares right back at her, squaring her shoulders under her icy look. “Can I help you?”
“That depends,” Lexa stands as straight as a soldier, her patent heels shining, and Clarke adjusts her own posture in response. “Do you plan on staying late this evening to make up for the time you’re missing at your desk?”
Clarke bristles, “I have thirty minutes for lunch, Ms Woods.”
“And by my calculation you’ve been away from your desk,” Lexa glances down at her watche, pauses for just a moment, and then continues. “42 minutes.”
She can’t help but arch an eyebrow, “Are you keeping tabs on me?”
Behind her Wells and Bellamy almost choke on their coffee, but Lexa is unfazed. “You’re my executive assistant, Miss Griffin. Your whereabouts is my business.”
“What’s an extra twelve minutes, really?”
“Around 6 dollars, by my calculation.” Lexa answers, sharply. “And your excessive tardiness is becoming a hindrance to the company, Miss Griffin.” Her eyes flicker back to their watching colleagues, and she hesitates, just a little. “Please come back to my office, I think this conversation should be more private.”
“Fine,” Clarke tightens her fingers stubbornly around her cup. “But I’m bringing my coffee.”
Lexa mouth twitches infinitesimally. “Of course.” She turns on her heel and leads them away through the office, her long strides forcing Clarke to hurry to keep up. Heads turn to watch curiously as they go- their feud is well known throughout the office, and everyone is interested to see this next development.
When Lexa reaches her office she is at least polite enough to hold the door open in invitation, shutting it quietly behind Clarke, who marches towards the desk. She puts her cup down on the desk just as the door shuts with a soft click, and doesn’t even have time to turn around before hands skate around her waist, fingers spreading greedily across the silky material of her blouse. (The one she wore because she knows what the deep cleavage does to Lexa.) Hot breath feathers across the bare skin of her neck and she becomes weak under the grip, breathing shakily.
“I swear,” Lexa murmurs softly against the shell of her ear. “You do this just to infuriate me. Making me collect you and lead you back through the office.”
“Only because you love it so much,” Clarke turns in her grip, leaning back against the desk to gaze up at her. “6 dollars, is that really how much my time means to you?”
“Your time is priceless to me,” Lexa promises, ever so softly, and Clarke can’t help but catch her lips and run her hands through her hair to ruin her chignon.
Thank god for office blinds.
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