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"Another one?"

"Sure, why not?" she replied, stretching her arm out so Zayn could pour more champagne in her glass.

They were at the hotel still, unfortunately, it did snow, and the traffic was terrible. Zayn worked a bit on his laptop while Crissle had waited for him to tell her what she should do.

She booked a flight for Monday morning, when the roads were clear.

It was currently Saturday.

"So, what do you like to do?" Zayn slurred slightly, leaning back and drinking from the bottle itself.

"Um," she set her newly empty glass down and thought for a moment, "I like to watch TV, and um, listen to music."

Zayn burped, nodding to himself. "Cool, cool. I..." he actually giggled and she swooned, "I draw a lot."

"Would've never guessed," she giggled, "with you being an artist and all."

"Shut up," he rolled his eyes, drinking the last bit of the bottle and setting it down, "that was really good."

Crissle hiccuped and giggled again, making Zayn laugh.

"That was seriously adorable."

"Thanks," she relaxed, "it's really hot in here."

"So take off all your clothes."

"Not all of em," she hiccupped again, starting to pull her shirt off, "it's not working."

"What's not working?" Zayn asked, sitting up straighter.

"The shirt, it's broken," she whined, "help me, Zayn."

He laughed, reaching over and pulling her whole dress off of her. Now, Crissle sat with just a bra and panties on, her hair an absolute mess all over her face.

"That dress was tight," she stated, pushing some hair off her sweaty forehead. "I thought it was a shirt and that's why but didn't come off because it was a dress! Crazy, man."

Zayn licked his lips, staring at her chest in awe. "Was it?"

Crissle nodded like a kid, looking at her bare thighs as the heat went up to her cheeks. "Play a game with me."

"What game?" he grinned, matching her face.

"Okay, so," she sat cross legged on the couch, facing him, "like, um, you put...put your hands down like this, and I put mine like this," she put her palms on his warm ones and smiled, "and...and the key is to slap my hands before I pull away."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," he chanted, "I've played this b'fore," he faced her also and looked into her eyes, "ready?"

"Okay, go," she giggled when he missed her hands, "now...go!"

Zayn laughed drunkenly, managing to slap her hands twice out of the maybe forty times they played the game.

His fingers slipped in with hers and she smiled at them, humming and raising their hands to the sides of her face.

Crissle closed her eyes. "You're very warm."

He didn't say anything, just hummed at her comment and caressed her face like it was the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

Crissle took a deep breath and just like that, Zayn's lips captured hers and one of his hands rested on the back of her neck. She gave in immediately, smiling stupidly into the kiss and letting his tongue roam her mouth.

Wait, wait.

This was her boss.

Crissle pulled away from him, her hands still in his, though. She looked up at his dilated pupils and bit her lip.

"Wha--"

"This is wrong," she blabbered, "you're my boss and I'm just an assistant and we have to be professional about this and..."

Zayn kept shaking his head as she talked, still staring at her lips, "shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up."

"Okay," she squeaked right before he kissed her again, making her fall onto her back as he ran his other hand along her thigh.

Crissle moaned when Zayn's kisses trailed to her neck, sure to leave a mark in some form or another. She started unbuttoning his white shirt, throwing it behind her while Zayn unclipped her bra with two fingers. Crissle kissed him deeper and opened her legs a little wider just for him.

"So beautiful," Zayn whispered against her arm, his soft fingertips dancing along her skin, sending chills all over her body. "Did you know that?"

"That I was beautiful?" she questioned out of breath, "yeah."

"Good," he said, nipping at her collarbones, "because you are."

Crissle blushed, reaching down to unbuckle his dress pants. She whined when the belt wouldn't loosen and Zayn chuckled, standing up and unbuckling it himself.

"Better?"

Crissle scanned his body, looking at the dick print in his white Calvin Klein's. She nodded wordlessly, watching Zayn sit back down. It was her opportunity to have control for a little while, so she hopped on top of him and grinded down on his crotch area.

"Fuck, Criss," Zayn cursed, moaning out her name before muttering something about coming prematurely.

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"And then you guys fucked?" Andrea whisper shouted in the break room, "are you serious?"

"Um, yeah," Crissle replied uneasily, mostly because Andrea -- who always wanted them to fuck -- was just so animated and made it obvious.

"Was he good?" her eyes lit up at the new news.

"Oh my God, yes," she groaned, "and then it happened the second night, we were sober of course."

"Oh, my God," she squealed, "I told you, I fucking told you!"

"Andrea, I really have to go back to work," Crissle told her, changing the subject.

"Oh? To sucking the boss's d--"

"Goodbye, Andrea," Crissle backed away from her only to bump into someone, "sorry."

"S'all good, love," Zayn held her waist briefly and smiled before slipping by and walking to the refrigerator.

Andrea bit her thumb behind Zayn's back to keep from screaming and Crissle rolled her eyes, walking back to her cubicle and sitting down.

Zayn came out seconds later, winking at her as he walked by and closed his office door behind him.

Crissle blushed, pushing away from her desk and opening his office door.

He didn't look up just yet, too busy trying to open his cup of yogurt.

She snorted, reaching over and opening the cup before sitting on his desk.

"Thank you," he muttered, looking at her as he ate the first spoonful, "how was your day, love?"

"Um, it was okay."

"Sure?" he raised an eyebrow.

Crissle nodded, a small smile on her face.

"You wanna come here?"

"Um--"

"Come on," he patted his lap and smiled.

Without another word, Crissle walked around the desk and sat in Zayn's lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her chin.

"Why so timid, beb?"

God.

"I don't know," she muttered, "it's just...the workplace, I guess. And, like...we," she gestured to them both while he just smiled.

"I get it, I think," he stated, "but don't worry, I'll still treat you the same if you want."

"Thank you."

"You know I meant what I said the other night," be whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

"About what?"

"You're beautiful. I wasn't completely wasted when I told you all that."

"Thank you," she repeated, kissing his lips once more before getting up. Zayn seemed reluctant to let her go but he had to. "I have work to do. I'll see you in a bit?"

"Yeah," he finally let her hand go and she turned around, still feeling his eyes on her backside as she left.

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and I was trying so fucking hard to make them hate each other for a Chile longer but I couldn't because all my stories are cute according to you guys...

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