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Too Sweet (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
Ian worked a deadend desk job, but it kept him in a comfortable lifestyle and let him do and buy whatever he wanted. His boss, Calli, wasn't a mean woman but she was pretty firm with how she ran things. She was buikt like a coke bottle and had a new boyfriend every month. They were all younger than her, around Ian's age of 24, but who could really say no to a woman in her mid 30's who looked like her? Ian sure couldn't, and he did his best not to make his attraction to her obvious. He loved a mean woman, and loved even more to be bullied by a woman older than him.
 
Calli was at her wit’s end with all these younger men. Boys, really. None of them were mature, they all tried to use her for money or ended up cheating on her.
 
He only daydreamed that he would get a chance with her, but that was his boss and he didn't want to lose his job over a one nighter. Still, though, it would be nice.
 
"Uh, Ms. Owens?" Ian stepped into her office, a stack of papers in hand, "Here are those reports you wanted."
 
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She looked up at him briefly before looking back down. Seems another boy toy had run his course. “Thank you, Ian.”
 
“The usual, Ian, my luck with your generation is running dry as always..” she said.
 
"Ah. I'm really sorry to hear that, Ms. Owens. Bradley seemed like he would stick." He said, offering a small smile.
 
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He nodded and left her office, lingering at her door after he shut it and gave a soft sigh before heading to his desk.
 
She worked on sorting and inputting the data, making sure everything was running smoothly. Her phone pinged again and again, other young bucks looking for an older woman.
 
He so desperately wanted a chance, but knew his job would be on the line if things went south. He sighed as he went through his daily tasks.
 
An idea popped into his head. He didn’t have to ask her, what if he tried going on one of her dating apps?
 
What apps did she even use? All of them? She would still have to say yes to his profile. He tapped his pen against his desk gently as he thought. She went to this club down the road, maybe he could try meeting her there? 'Run into her'. He shook his head; that was scummy. He reached for his phone and tried to see if he recognized any of the dating app icons.
 
"Geez, Ms. Owens..." He muttered. He felt like such a creep, but he picked one to make it not obvious he was kind of stalking his boss and did what he was supposed to to get her to notice him.
 
It took a few days of waiting, but another notification popped up on her app that made her double take.
 
It was Ian, and he looked rather handsome in his profile picture. It was a mirror selfie of him, one arm resting loosely over his knee while he held his phone up in the other. He was leaned back against the chair he was in, his under cut damp and brushed back slightly with some unkempt strands falling to the side of his face. He was making eye contact as he took the photo, eyes half lidded and sultry.
 
It certainly was. Ian Taylor, 24 years old, works at Anderson Administration...his hobbies include reading and volunteer work, he likes dogs and an occasional glass of wine, his dislikes were horror movies and some subspecies of reptile, ("sorry goth girls 💔") was added on the side.
 
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