reader is dressing just inappropriately enough to catch the eye of her supervisor
whatttt hello.. scandalous.. i got possesed again and instead of sleeping wrote this.. uhhhh yeah, no use of y/n, supervisor/boss x reader hehehehe
cw: mentions of reader's tits, thighs (fem!reader, it's relevant to the story i promise..), plot holes i am sorry for, not much besides that
wc: 1,4k
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You weren't even offered a public 'could I speak to you for a moment?' After the meeting ended, you graciously stood up and bent over to gather your things, seeing his eyes glancing between the tense subordinates hurriedly leaving the room and the interns exchanging pleasantries with him. He wasn't known for ever expressing emotions beyond cold acceptance of the facts laid out in front of him. Even now, he looked composed, uninterested even. You were taking your sweet time and he could tell.
You felt the shift in the air as soon as you turned around and were met with his piercing gaze, pinning you in place. The door was still open, people were leaving for the day, passing by, yes but you had a premonition you weren't gonna be let off the hook that easily, not this time.
With your bag in hand you said a somewhat cheerful 'goodbye' and tried to walk out of the meeting room. He coughed once making you turn around. "Yes?" You politely answered the unasked question.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" The almost-murmur he let out almost made you second-guess your own ears. You tilted your head. "Please close the door." He said in his best corporate-diplomatic voice as if to establish, what was honestly pretty clear at this point - he wasn't to be challenged.
Keeping your composure around him was generally easy. Besides the fact that you didn't get to interact with him much, social bounds, your own fear, shame and anxiety were restraining you from ever interacting with his menacing figure in any meaningful way. Besides a hello, goodbye and occasional question you've never exchanged more than a few sentences. It could also be heard through the grapevine, he wasn't a particularly pleasant person to talk to which was another thing entirely.
You never dressed inappropriately for the office, nothing special, nothing outrageous. Except for when you knew he was gonna be leading the weekly meeting. It was always a subtle change in your wardrobe. A shirt that was tighter around your chest than was appropriate, a lower than normal cut blouse, a skirt that was oh so difficult to stop from riding up, still, not something a colleague would notice.
You thought he was too professional to even mention it, so with every passing week the tops you wore were becoming more see-through and your heels a little taller. You wanted to see him break. At this point, you needed to see him break. Now in the room, with AC on full blast, your thin button-up wasn't leaving anything to the imagination of the man in front of you.
"Now," he gestured to the seat right next to his chair "answer my question." Before you sat down, he added a 'please'. What a gentleman.
After placing your bag on the floor you started to execute the harder part of your plan. "I'm.. not sure what you mean Sir?" You feigned ignorance. It was painfully obvious you knew exactly what he was talking about. So, he tried again.
"Okay…" he exhaled "let me ask you this." You leaned forward placing your hands on your thighs as if this position was the most natural state of your very being. "Why is it, that whenever I am scheduled to discuss your department's progress report you wear skirts?" You were a bit taken aback by his forwardness, still, about to retort when he interrupted. "Or rather, the better question of course, would be why do you only wear skirts when you know I'll see you?" He leaned forward still keeping his posture immaculate.
"I see it as pure coincidence Sir, moreover you haven't seen me on any other days besides when the meetings take place, so who's to say I don't just like skirts?" You put your leg over the other, observing his reaction. "Or… were you conducting field research and decided to spy on an employee of this great establishment, hmm?" You stressed the word, making him clearly understand that you were fully aware of his actions. Your index finger went to your chin and you mused teasingly. You swore you could see the restraint leaving his body through his eyes that were now glued to your exposed skin.
"I was just checking up on your colleagues…" he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes and shake off the slight embarrassment he was feeling at being found out. If he wasn't so persistent maybe he would be considering just telling you to forget about it. Yet, he continued. "…you know we value the employee work satisfaction so I had to check- and besides, I couldn't help but notice you were wearing pants." He put his hand on the table in front of him and leaned even more forward making you instinctively back up and uncross your legs. "Every. Single. Time. I've never seen you wear skirts in fact, not even during your early days in this company."
You were trying not to sport a too self-satisfactory smile. "Well Sir I do have to say I'm flattered. I didn't know I was such a valued asset to have me observed from day one." You assumed your previous position, getting closer to his overbearing form. "Still I'm not sure how HR would feel about you commenting on my choice of clothes. I'm not breaking any rules, I'd even say I'm adhering to them quite… rigidly." You looked him up and down making sure to pay special attention to what was going on between his thighs.
"Although I can see you've got a great sense of style yourself Sir," you said, admiring the golden buckle of his belt "maybe you could aid me in picking out a few pairs of pants, work appropriate of course." You looked up and smiled tilting your head. He was determined to end this game of cat and mouse. He was faltering and you were going to accomplish your goal one way or another. Check.
He spread his legs slightly as if to acquiesce, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. "And how do you think HR would feel if they knew about your little ruse to rile me up?" He put his elbows on his knees and rested his weight on them. "I could say you were trying to get blackmail material. I am just a man after all… you were being extra unprofessional in the way you dress on our meeting days - specifically." It was his turn to muse. "It would be a tough case to argue, sure, but remember," he leaned in "there are cameras everywhere." Mate.
He was satisfied with how confounded you looked, searching for a response in your mind no doubt. He let himself bask in his victory for a moment, appreciating your usually unrelenting stare, now looking more defeated than ever. He sure was learning about himself.
"Let's make a deal, if you wish." You perked up, when you looked up at him, you looked almost like a puppy. "I'm gonna give this one to you, because I know that if I offer it, it won't feel as rewarding." He said with wild satisfaction in his eyes. It was the first time you've seen him display any real emotion.
He continued, quieter this time. "You're gonna walk to the garage, pretend as if you've left something in the office and come back up." You opened your mouth to speak up which in turn made him raise his palm up to quiet you down. "Cameras, everywhere." You nodded. "Good. I'm glad you can follow instructions."
"You will use a different elevator, come up to level 7 and take the second door on the right. Some cameras are off after hours and-" he looked down at his watch "would you look at that, it's time for you to go home, isn't it" You coughed slightly to distract yourself from what you were about to do. He announced loudly. "I think I'll have to stay back a few more hours, just-" he looked straight at your tits. "to take inventory. Check if all our assets are in line, yeah?"
He dismissed you and followed you through the door, splitting with you at the elevators with a whispered promise. "I'm giving you a chance, don't let me down." You could only nod.
After you entered the lift, your mouth spread into a wild grin. You did it, you won, and he broke.
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