Marlin was sure she was still blushing as she walked into the Creamies' office. In-between her legs ached with every step and she wanted so badly to skip the meeting. The lady at the info counter smiled curtly as she approached, she smelt like a pack of cigarettes. Before Marlin could open her mouth, the lady pointed to the elevator," 10th floor."
"What?"
The lady cackled and Marlin wanted to smack her earrings off. "No one who has actual business here comes in dressed like that,' he looked Marlin up and down before laughing again,' the slut company is on the 10th floor."
Marlin laughed back and took one of the free mints off the counter," then why aren't you there?" The opposing woman stopped laughing and she looked caught off guard. Marlin blew her a kiss before walking to the elevator.
Inside, she found herself staring at herself in the elevator's reflection. She had changed like Sebastian's request and maybe it was for the better. She didn't know what scene the woman would have made over the original outfit. Lost in thought, Marlin stepped off the elevator before her stop. She wrapped her arms around herself and continued to aimlessly walk; not noticing the weird stares she was receiving. If it weren't for the hard chest, she bumped into she would've made it to the end of the hall.
Slowly she looked up and felt herself shrink even further. The man glowered down at her while his colleagues remained by his side. "I'm sorry!" she squeaked but she found herself still glued to the floor. Now she realized that somewhere in the elevator she had slipped into her little space.
"Leave us." Marlin jumped at the man's deep voice but unknowingly she clenched her thighs. The guy's shadows hurriedly ran off and they were left alone. He grabbed her chin and pushed her head up. They now held eye contact. "Name?"
"Ma-arlin," she cursed herself. Why was she suddenly so shy?
The corner of his lips curved upwards," I'm Damien. Now tell me what a little like yourself is doing in a place like this without her daddy."
***
Back at his house, Sebastian was drying off when the doorbell rang. Huffing he slid on a pair of shorts and opened the door. His eyebrows lifted as Henry stared back at him.
He scratched his neck sheepishly but secretly slid his foot in-front of the door in case it was closed. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, but he made no move to fix it, instead putting all focus on Sebastian. "Hey, can we talk about Marlin?"