The Hot Sextuplets

Noticing her Everywhere.

It took a while to get rid of the thoughts in his head, so he found himself sleeping just three hours before his alarm went off.

It didn't bother him since he has always been sleeping as few hours as possible... However he just isn't pleased with why he stayed up all night.

Ding

The sound of the elevator causes Dean to look away from his tablet and schedule to check just who on earth is trying to access the elevator when they had been informed that he had arrived.

This time he's going to be a little more aggressive since he's just not in the mood after growing irritated over Caspian's words and his thoughts.

The doors slide open and he straightens his back to talk only to feel his heart thuds in his chest when he notices it's Aria standing in front of the elevator.

She looks up at him, surprised as well and gives a small bow as she steps back.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I wasn't told you were using the elevator." she smiles apologetically and clears her throat as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

It's puffy again with curls that make it look shorter than it was the previous night.

This suited her better and Dean finds himself staring at her s moment long, unable to come up with anything to say.

The doors begin to slide close and Aria sighs in relief as she knows it's only a matter of seconds until she's free from the awkwardness.... only to have him reach out and hold the door back.

"You can... get in." He says and drops his gaze to the floor as his hands shake slightly at the thought of being in such a small space with her.

Alone.

"Oh no, I possibly can't -."

"I insist, Ms. Aria. No need to be stubborn." He sighs as he leans back against the walls of the elevator, making Aria sigh shakily and reluctantly step in as well but stands a little closer to the door while he stands by the mirror.

The doors close behind them and starts to rail its way up to the floors above.

Dean can't help but notice how stiff she seems but at the same time he can tell she's a little sluggish from the way her hand lazily clings onto her handbag.

She reaches her hand up to her forehead a few times, wiping off sweat that isn't there and patting her forehead gently.

"You seem tired." When he says this he notices her tense and glances over her shoulder to him, only to confirm his suspicions.

Her eyes are barely open and alert with eye bags hanging under her eyes.

"Looks like you didn't sleep."

"I'm... fine." She chuckles and looks away from him. "Just had too much to drink... My head hurts..."

The wine. He nods slowly as he shoves his hand into his pockets and looks up at the numbers as they near his floor. did she binge on the drink?

The doors finally open and Aria sighs in relief as she now knows he'll be getting off and leaving her. She smiles as she turns to face him, catching him off guard when he notices her smile.

"This is your floor, sir."

The way her smile is beaming with joy makes him arch a brow, unsure why she's suddenly so happy.

"Right." He nods and pushes himself from the mirror and steps out. "Take care of your health."

Aria flinches at this, knowing too well he's right but she couldn't stop herself once she got home, she just had to have a glass or two extra.

"Thank you... you too..." She sighs and watches as he walks away while the doors close, taking her back down to the third floor.

Talking to him is so weird... She sighs and looks up at the numbers as she clenches the straps of her hand bag. He doesn't seem that cold though... Everyone keeps saying he's the worst but he's been pretty nice so far.

She tilts her head slightly and turns to face the mirror as she checks her outfit and hair.

He's definitely not nice because he finds you attractive... what's there to attract. She groans and turns back to the door as it opens and steps out. ... my bra is still at his place though...

She blushes at the idea and hurries to her cubical, passing by the crowded space filled with other employees and gets to her small space where she plops her self down and places her purse by her feet as the ambience of the busy office fills her ears.

She'd have loved an office like Dean's, so spacious with enough room to stretch her arms and hips around... but she's not qualified for the good conditions and is often cramped inside the floor with barely enough space to stack the mountains of documents she needs to type and fill out.

As long as it's a job.. she doesn't mind.

After all, her low grades could only bring her this far.

All she wanted was a salary that could keep her head under a roof and her diner table filled.

This is just the place for her and she wouldn't quit even if they begged her to.

She is determined to work herself to the bone.... but she can't today as her head is hammering and begging her to take a breather.