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Anna hadn’t given much thought to what would happen once they slept together, wasn’t sure if she would be satisfied with just one night together, because she’d convinced herself it would never happened so why justify one time if that one time would never come. Except it had come...and come again. Now as she lay next to him, she was sure that there was no way she could have him once and just leave it alone. She would have to if he insisted of course, but she would be forced to quit her job, there was no way she could see him so much and not want another night like this one. He had her wrapped up and she didn’t want to be set free. She laughed as the bra she had managed to grabbed was tossed further away, happily surrendering to his obvious advances and not making any more attempts to gather up her clothing. Her laughter died down at his words, her brow knitting together as she tried to work out what he meant. “Bradley, I’m not going to regret this,” It was said with absolute certainty, but it was honest, “...Are you?” The answer seemed an obvious no, but why else would he think that she might.

She let out small giggles his his gentle touches tickled her skin. “Okay one, I am not uptight. Two, you gave me a hickey at least everybody in the office isn’t going to see those. And three, I’m sorry. Are they sore?” Her own hands came up to lightly caress them, as though a delicate and caring touch might heal them, before she confessed, “I’ve never been like that before. I’ve actually never even got close to anything like that before.” She blushed a little, she wasn’t sure exactly why she felt he needed to know that - considering that this kind of thing didn’t seem new to him - but she did nonetheless.

The red of her cheeks deepened as Brad’s hand came between her legs again. "For the record, you don’t let me do anything - you’re not going to send me home...but I wouldn’t say no to another orgasm,” In fact as she looked over him with new hunger in her eyes, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to refuse him anything.

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Anna was aware of herself enough not to groan as Brad drew back from her to rid himself of the condom, but she did miss the warmth he had provided. Instead she settled for allowing herself to be fully immersed in the rug beneath her as though it might offer the same level of heat. She lay beside him, still for a few minutes as she too caught her breath, before raising herself up and bending her elbow so that she had a place to rest her head. She tried not to look over him for too long, not wanting to appear as though she had mistook what had happened for something that it wasn’t, but she wasn’t sure she’d get a chance to admire him again as up close or in the same way as now. She wasn’t about to waste what might be her only opportunity to memorise this moment.

“Oh I see, when you’re trying to get into my pants you couldn’t have done anything without me, but now that you’ve had me I can take the day off,” She chuckled as she teased him, her hand shoving against his chest lightly. It might be a little too familiar with her boss, but after what they had just done she wasn’t sure that normal boundaries could be applied anymore. “But seriously, you went just as hard as me - harder actually - if you’re coming in I should too,” She argued, granted he was their interim CEO and she was a part-time employee in the legal department but that was neither here nor there, “I don’t like slacking and people are going to wonder if I don’t come in.” Her eyes followed his, widening almost comically as she saw the time. “Shit. How? What? That was nearly two hours. Oh God, I have a meeting in five hours, Bradley...Mr Davenport,” It was hard to know how she was supposed to refer to him, especially as she was pushing herself up and turning her head to look for her clothes scattered around his office, “And we have to clean up in here.” Apparently they had made quite the mess, the contents of his desk scattered across the floor and the sofa in disarray, that would all need fixed for the morning.

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Anna cried out as he entered her again, she was sure she should have been used to it by now but the sensation drew the same reaction from her every time. To Brad’s credit he did exactly as she asked of him, her back sliding over the rug beneath her at the force of his thrusts, her moans only growing louder as he pounded into her. “Oh God, yes!” She exclaimed, seemingly he’d hit just the right spot to start her unravelling.

Luckily it seemed that their bodies were in sync, Ann beginning to feel the tightening of her walls as as he announced he was just as close. She tossed her legs around his hips to pull him closer to her body, a sudden need to feel every inch of his skin against hers as her orgasm began. As her climax began, even more intense than the last, her nails scraped down his back to grip the rock hard ass she’d been forced to admire in his suits, attempting to keep him as close as possible while she came around him. It took her longer to come down from the second orgasm, her legs lazily intertwining through his as she happily stayed pinned beneath him. “I stand corrected,” She muttered hazily in his ear, “That- that, was incredible.”

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Anna decided that she quite like seeing Brad like this, her eyes taking in him and his pleasure as she rolled her hips above him, pushing herself up only to fall back down a moment later. It wasn’t the gruelling pace he had given her earlier, but she suspected that they weren’t going to be done any time soon so there would always be opportunities for that. He wasn’t alone in his pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt his thumb against her nipple, causing her to grind down a little harder. She was sure that she was going to explode all over again as his other hand found her clit again. “What are you doing to me?” She wasn’t even aware that she had wondered her last thought out loud, too focused on pleasuring him as much as he did her.

Her brow scrunched together as Brad demanded she get up, when she found herself nestled against him she had been expecting another kiss not to be shifted off him again. Still she didn’t question his request, moving off him only to find herself a pile on the floor with the rug against her back. Her giggling was fleeting, the hunger in her eyes suddenly reappearing at his question. She bit her lip, looking at him as he rubbed his tip teasingly against her entrance and waited for her answer. “Hard. And fast,” Her answer had surprised even her, apparently he had awoken something she’d never known inside of her, but it was desperately true.

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It took more than a moment for Anna to come down from her high, not helped by the fact that Brad continued to work her through her orgasm. There were definitely worse things to complain about. She was a puddle of satisfaction, allowing her head to tilt back and rest upon the soft fabric of the sofa as he moved up to join her. She didn’t think he needed to be told that the feeling was more than mutual. “That was incredible,” Her words were still coming out as pants, but she made it clear that she knew they weren’t done as she swung her legs over him.

She allowed Brad to guide her over him, eager to return his kisses. She didn’t know how she could still be desperate for more, craving his touch despite just having came, but she needed everything that he was willing to give her. Moaning against his lips as she tasted herself on them, her hand travelled down to find the hard length that had brushed her thigh moments ago. It wasn’t hard to place it between her folds, but as it bumped her still sensitive clit she couldn’t control the delicious moan or how her hips rocked in his lap.

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It was torture, pure torture, almost worse than when she had resorted to staying away from Bradley Davenport at all costs. However, this was a different kind, one that has her begging for satisfaction as her pleasure climbed and climbed. Sex hadn’t been like this before, painfully waiting for the moment he would tip her over the edge but deliciously enjoying every move that inched her closer. She suddenly had no clue why she’d convinced herself this was a bad idea.

As though his tongue hadn’t been enough, Anna practically lost her mind as his fingers slipped into her. He must have felt her tightening, he definitely knew how close he was bringing her to the brink. She didn’t like to be bossed around, although perhaps it was fitting in this situation, but there wasn’t a part of her that could have refused the command even if she wasn’t already built up to the point of explosion. How was she ever meant to refuse him? The shuddering growing, now taking over her whole body as she felt her walls begin to flutter, her fingers knotted tighter in his hair as she arched her back and her moans became an incoherent chant of “Yes!” and “Brad!”

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Anna had spent the majority of her life in DC, a city where reputation was incredibly important. She’d spent her adult years seriously dating appropriate men who looked good on her arm at events and smiled for pictures that made them look happy. The sex had been...average. It was almost ironic that she hadn’t allowed herself to let go when it was a sex scandal that nearly ruined the family. The point was that she hadn’t expected Brad’s hard thrusts and rough pace to turn her on, and yet her toes were curling with only a few thrusts. If that wasn’t enough of a shock the hair pulling was mind blowing. “Yes, yes,” She chanted loudly, cut off by her own moans as she pushed her back against him. As if they could get any closer. When the rough treatment continued she wasn’t sure how much longer she could be expected to last.

She didn’t have time to think about the sudden absence of him inside her, although her building orgasm was achingly moving away, as her lips welcomed his kiss. She held onto him once more, legs wrapped around him tight as her finger first tugged on his hair and then made their way to scraping along his back. He wasn’t the only one that could leave some evidence of their night behind. Settling down on the couch, she gave a soft moan as her pulled his lips from hers, but soon the moans were loud again - her legs draped over his shoulders and her hands attempting to pull him closer as her body began to shudder. 

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Anna had long left pride at the door so the involuntary whimper that left her throat as she felt him retreating away from her. However, as she felt herself being pulled up from her comfortable spot on his desk, she couldn’t help but smirk and happily be rearranged into a new perfect position.

She let out a sigh of relief when she realised that not only did Brad have protection but it wasn’t taking a permanent residence in his office. She promised herself she would come more prepared next time, if there was a next time, but really who brought condoms to work. All thoughts immediately fled from her mind as she felt him against her, only being able to moan as she felt him slip in easily. Her hands reached to grip the edges of the desk, desperate for something to ground her to earth as his movements sent new sensations through her. If kissing him had felt so right that it dispelled any wrongness given their relationship, the sex was on another level of right. “Yes,” Her answer came out is another moan, her hips moving in time with his as she pushed back into him, “Uh, Brad.”

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At Brad’s words, Anna stopped to think for a moment. Her hand was still wrapped around him, her grasp not strong but certainly there as she considered. It was like presenting a kid with an entire candy store, everything seemed possible and it was almost overwhelming to think about where to begin with her choices. “I want you,” It seemed that was the only way she could put it into a single sentence, any sweetness or innocence that might have been in the words was disbanded by the slow deliberate pump of her hand over his length as she continued on, “I’ve been fantasising about you bending me over this desk for weeks, I don’t know if I can pick a specific request.”

For once in her life, Anna didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to worry about what might come of this or how he might regret it later - because she was struggling to see how she would ever regret this, boss or not - she just wanted to live in the moment. And so that’s what she did, kicking the long forgotten panties off her feet and dragging him down for another kiss. Well maybe she wanted to think about one thing. “Do you have protection?” She asked between kisses. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know if this was a regular enough thing that he kept condoms in his desk drawer but part of her still had to be sensible.

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The playfulness of Brad’s biting had left her giggling, presenting more to him as permission to continue his torturous teasing, but her eyes darkened at his insistence. He was right, they were all alone with no chance of interruptions, how could she waste such an opportunity? Her lip fell from its place between her teeth, allowing the noises that were obviously stimulating the man to fall out openly.  Her head turned slightly, their cheeks now pushed together and allowing her to leave open mouthed kisses along his skin as she listened to his exhales. Her brushes may not have been accidental. 

She wasted no time pushing what the offending pants to the floor, grinning as she watched him strip until there was a two singular layers between them. A smug smirk took over her lips as felt his hard length, palming it, but it quickly disappeared as his hand slipped under her underwear. Her hand grasped him lightly as she moaned at his touch, her head falling to his shoulder as she nodded against it and placed kisses there while attempting to regain some composure. Was this really what she had dreamed about? Was it really happening in that very moment? It was hard to control her desire when she’d been so desperate for this to become reality, but at least she could be sure that she wasn’t the only one affected as her fingers made her way under the hem of his underwear to begin pulling them down.

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Anna was suddenly breathless, her mouth dropping open in pleasure as he gave her breasts all of his attention. She focused herself on throwing his shirt in the same direction her bra had been discarded, her back arching to push her chest further into his mouth by natural reaction. She moaned loudly, between his ministrations and his words it was hard to keep her building satisfaction quiet. Of course the results of his hard work was incredible, she wouldn’t be complaining any time soon, but she couldn’t help that the tiniest insight into just how dedicated he could be turned her on. As he shifted to her collarbone, the moans only grew and surprisingly she wasn’t thinking about the high neck dress she would have to wear the next day in order to cover the mark Brad would leave, but instead allowing her hips to roll against his as she gripped onto his shoulders.

She was happily lifted into the air, trusting that six am workouts meant that Brad wasn't about to drop her, and planted her lips back to his in a passionate kiss while he made his way across the room. Firmly on the desk, she allowed her dress to fall to the floor, a bare foot kicking it away as her legs were spread. Her moan as he finally touched her was swallowed by their kiss, but her hips still thrust into his hand desperately. The arms which had been resting around his neck quickly made their way down down his body until they met his between them. “I’m feeling horribly under dressed,” She teased, her fingers working his belt off immediately and not paying attention to where it was dropped before turning her attention to the buttons of his pants.

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Anna didn’t like to think she was a jealous woman. What was there to be jealous of when you were beautiful, educated, intelligent? And yet something inside her sparked at Brad’s words. Her gut had twisted that night when she thought of his attentions being elsewhere and as she thought of all the other women that he probably said that exact line to, a another spark of envy ignited in her. Quickly she chased such thoughts away, concentrating instead on ridding him off his shirt. She wasn’t naive, they were both adults and she had been with people before, but in this moment he was saying that to her and she was the one sitting on his lap. That was enough.

She pushed the cloth from his shoulders as she felt her dress fall to her waist. This was certainly not what she had imagined when she’d put it on that morning - okay, it was but she hadn’t imagined it was actually a possibility - but she definitely wasn’t disappointed. She nodded, her own hands running down his chest as she muttered, “Completely fine with it.” She licked her lips at the sight of the half naked body she’d pictured since she’d been forced to admire him in tight suits all day. It wasn’t just Brad who had a nice view, her eyes eager to take in every part of him. “How do you even find the time to work out?” She wondered out loud, remembering all the long nights - perhaps not as long as this one but certainly long - that she noticed him in his office, “Not that I don’t appreciate that you do.”

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Anna moaned as she felt his lips wander down her neck, instinctively throwing her head back to give Brad better access to the skin, she was half listening while the rest of her was letting out little noises of encouragement. She couldn’t bear it it if he were to stop now, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted him to stop at all, but it was nice to know that she wasn’t the only one who had been going silently crazy since they’d met. “Mmmh, I thought you were checking out the girl on stage,” Her lips rubbed together as she felt him against her pulse, “I nearly...when we touched...I thought you were just being nice.” It was hard to form coherent thoughts when your fantasies were playing out right in front of you. 

“Good, that doesn’t make me feel quite as bad,” She gave a chuckle of her own, wondering how anybody could ever care when something felt this good. She definitely never wanted this to end. She gasped as she found herself in his lap, but didn’t have much time to think about it as her lips crashed against his and her thighs tightened at his sides. She couldn’t help but smile at his compliments, her cheeks becoming pink for a moment as she laughed breathlessly. “What the hell took you so long?” Her teasing might not have been appropriate for her boss, but she figured right now Brad wasn’t really her boss. Working off the tie she had been playing with, she admitted, “I love it here, but when you offered me the job, at the coffee shop, I was sort of hoping you were going to ask me on a date.” She’d even been disappointed when he’d handed her his card. Her fingers moved to begin unbuttoning his shirt, a little slower than the frantic pace she wanted to rip them off at but she needed to make sure this was what he wanted. “You’re okay with this?” Maybe the answer should have been obvious but he was the one with more to lose in this situation.

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Bradley took the last few sips of his bourbon before setting the empty glass atop his desk. He was feeling a little tug in his chest at the thought of having to go home. It meant that this moment he was having with Anna would be over. Even through all their fatigue, Brad found himself revitalized by her mere company and the nourishment of a meal and a few satisfying splashes of bourbon. Did it have to end? Was wanting this to happen again a bad thing? 

He was still processing her words, his pulse quickening at the admission when he felt her lips on his. Brad didn’t think twice before responding. How many times had he thought of doing what she had just done? Countless. The businessman gave into his urges, one hand coming up to rest against her cheek while the other sat upon upon her thigh. She tasted sweeter than he had ever imagined, the fruit hint of her lip gloss mixed with the intoxicating burn of the bourbon was better than he had ever hoped. Even through the one kiss, Brad made sure to let Anna know that he most definitely wanted this. He pulled back eventually, slightly breathless as Brad rested his head against hers. “So much better than I ever thought that was going to be.” He leaned in again, kissing her gently once more. 

“This is so wrong…” he murmured, pushing her hair away from her face so he could see her beautiful features more clearly. “Fuck, what have you done to me?” The bourbon had little effect on him while the kiss and her close proximity was leaving him intoxicated and dizzy. “Please tell me to stop if this isn’t something you want.” 

It was like time had frozen, as if the universe had ceased to move on as her lips moved against his, so Anna stayed still for a moment. She savoured the kiss, not only because it was something she fought temptation for almost continuously in the last several weeks but because subconsciously she was sure that any minute now Brad realise what they were doing and pull away. He was her boss, she should never have been so inappropriate to kiss him and yet she couldn’t find an ounce of regret. Her heart fluttered as, instead of pulling away and firing her as part of Anna had expected him to, she felt Brad reach up to caress her cheek.

When he did eventually pull back, she was grinning from ear to ear. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as though the taste of his might still be there - it was a poor substitute for his kiss but air was a necessity. She bit down on her lip, holding back a smirk as she asked, “You’ve thought about this too?” Perhaps it shouldn’t have been surprising, considering that he had enthusiastically responded to her advances, but she liked to think that she was attractive and had considered that maybe he had just been appreciating that. Just because he had kissed her back didn’t mean it was something that had played on his mind. However, it seemed that he wasn’t done, as she got the opportunity to smile against his lips again.

“Very wrong,” She agreed with a nod, but it didn’t stop her moving her hands up to intertwine his hair through her fingers. She rose an eyebrow, tugging on the short strands gently as she once again brought them together in a short kiss, and if that wasn’t enough of an answer, “I’m not the type of person that gets forced into things, Brad. I was the one who kissed you, remember?” A hand left his hair, travelling down his shoulders before stopping to play with his tie.

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“Don’t be sorry. Relax, please. You’ve earned it.” Brad smiled, his own glass trailing after hers for a split second. “Then… to us,” he compromised, knowing she wouldn’t back down otherwise. He took a risk, reaching up to grasp her arm, gently pulling it back so he could clink his glass against hers. He did just that and took a sip of his bourbon. Before he knew it he was gulping it down in one swallow. Man, he really needed that drink. Brad reached back for the bottle, filling up his glass once again. He held it up for Anna in case she wanted another. 

“So what do you think? Does my drink choice meet your standards?” he questioned the blonde playfully. He sipped on his drink slowly this time, enjoying the rich taste and his present company. “It was nice seeing you the other night at the Open Mic. I feel like a I rarely see you these days even at work, but that might also be my own doing. I’ve been avoiding you, but I’m beginning to realize that might be a mistake.” In a town as small as Bayfield, avoiding anyone was an impossible feat. Bradley’s tongue was slipping with every passing minute and he was admitting things that he would never have in the light of day.

Anna bit her lip at Brad’s insistence, the temptation of comfort too much as she kicked off her heel once more. This was dangerous, the walls of professionalism that she had built over the last few weeks chipping down every time that she pushed the boundaries. It might not have been much, a glass of bourbon and literally letting her hair down, but the usually strong willed blonde seemed to be quite effected by the man who sat beside her. It only worsen as she felt his hand on her arm, smirking as the clink of their glasses showed her silent acceptance of the compromise. 

She took the time to enjoy her glass, not surprised to find that Brad actually could pick a nice bottle, so was only a few sips in when he had gulped his down. She was mid-way through another sip when she refused his offer, shaking her hand, but she did concede, “It does. Thankfully, it would have been a shame to work so hard and then get a crap bottle for thanks.” Her eyes met his at the admission, tilting her head so that her blonde hair fell around her shoulders. She wasn’t sure what he had meant, if she was reading too much into it, but before she could stop it she responded in kind, “You’re not the only one who’s been avoiding. I have deliberately went out of my way a few times to make sure that we didn’t run into each other. That Open Mic Night was...it made me regret that a lot.” She couldn’t say magical despite the sparks it had sent racing through her, not having had enough to drink to forget who cringe worthy that would sound. Having finished her drink, now staring at the empty glass in front of her, she continued on, “I’ve been avoiding you because I was afraid I might...” There was a brief pause, a silence filling the space between them as though she was considering her next move. In the next second there was no space between them at all as her lips met Brad’s. I was afraid I might do this, She thought as she enjoyed the sensation that she’d imagined countless times.

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“One hears a lot around here,” he jokingly covered up. As he felt himself slowing down, Brad cleared away empty containers. He hadn’t noticed that she had four egg rolls, but even if she had he still gave her one last chance before reaching for the egg roll and taking a bite. “No, I… I don’t mind at all.” He swallowed the last bite of food as he watched her pull her blonde tresses free from its restraints. It was like one of those scenes in a movie. He watched the moment before him in slow motion, her waves bouncing slightly as they rested against her slender neck and shoulders. Brad almost had to shake himself out of his trance. He found himself clearing his throat once again as he stood up to make his way to the break room, throwing away the empty containers and placing the leftovers in the refrigerator for another time. 

When he got back, she was still there and she was still as entrancing as ever. “Want to join me for a drink?” he found himself asking. It was late, he seemed to have no control over his thoughts, and the man was 99.99% sure that this was as close as the two would come to having an intimate moment. The least he could do was share a drink with the woman. 

Brad pulled the crystal glasses and the bottle of bourbon out of his bottom desk drawer. Before Anna could make any assumptions about his drinking habits, he spoke up. “I promise it’s only for special occasions. I’m not an alcoholic.” It was true, he liked to have a sip after a particularly good work day when he accomplished a big task and technically he had done that this evening. Brad poured the liquor into the two glasses before walking around and sitting down in the empty chair beside Anna, handing her one. “Let’s drink to you. To you joining us and for saving my ass tonight.” 

Anna smiled over, her pearly whites glistening as she shook out her waves a little. That felt much better, she may have had to sacrifice some of her beloved professionalism but it had been well worth it not to feel the confines of her hair -tie gripping the locks anymore. She had been planning to offer to help, even moving to rise from her seat, but Brad was too quick and he was gone before she had the chance. And so she allowed herself to fall back into the comfortable chair, turning her head to take in the sight of the office. It was just as mesmerising as the first time she had been in it and maybe it was because she was so tired but before she knew what was happening her shoes had been kicked off and her toes were sinking into the rich carpet below her feet just as she had imagined.

She blushed again as she heard the door open, tossing her head over her shoulder as she hurried to slot her shoes back on. “Sorry,” She apologised, crossing her legs over as Brad made his way over to fix them a drink, “I don’t want to get too comfortable...but I don’t think one glass could hurt.”

No assumptions were made, only a small giggle left her lips before she teased, “I know it’s hard to imagine when I’m a part-timer here, but I actually used to do something pretty similar to you, believe me I know that drink is necessary sometimes.” It wasn’t untrue, she’d kept whiskey in her desk for both good and bad days.She happily took the glass from his hand, her body turning in the chair to face his as she listened. “Oh no, no, no,” It seemed her playful manner handed quite left her, pulling her glass away from his toast slightly, “To you, who not only gave me this job but for contributing to what Davenport Inc. is today. You should be very proud of yourself Mr. Davenport.” It seemed she just couldn’t help herself. “Now please agree with me so that I can tell if you have the same level of taste in alcohol as coffee.”

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What day was it? His throbbing headache rolled with him off the bed. Apathetic eyes glance to his phone to check the time. Anna should be out of the house now, he had reasoned with himself. The only thing different about this day was the bark he heard behind him. Oliver spun around on his heels and stared bewildered at the dog. 

“Did I..” He gulped down the lump in his throat trying to reason why a random dog would be in his room. Alright, as long as he could hustle fast enough to get out of the house. That’s all he needed to do without anyone seeing him. He flicked the dark glasses over his eyes not wanting to deal with the cast of light from the curtains.

He didn’t have to be at the office for another hour and a half, that gave him plenty of time to recall what it was he did last night in a drunken stupor. Leaning over he picked up the dog whom whined in protest. Silently he gave himself a pep talk as he barreled down the stairs and paused just as he got onto the landing.

Anna wasn’t gone yet, in fact he was staring her dead in the eyes with the dog in his arms. “Annie..You’re…home..” The youth’s mind jogging a thousand times a minute trying to decide how he could get out of this. 

Anna rarely paid attention to what Oliver did in the mornings since she had joined the family in Bayfield. She still left a slice of toast outside his door every morning and called him at lunch and before she got home in the evening, but she wasn’t totally clueless. A blind man could see that he was avoiding her. However, she was his big sister and a stubborn one at that - he didn’t get to just pick and choose when she cared about him. She been long asleep when he had stumbled in the night before, another reoccurring theme that she wasn’t oblivious to, but she had knocked on his door before going down for breakfast to let him know that she had the day of. She thought they could have brunch before he had to go into work. Almost like old times, even if their options were more limited than before.

She had just been going to make her way upstairs, his daily slice of toast in hand, when she was met with the boy himself. And a...dog? Her nose wrinkled at the sight, almost instinctively wanting to cuddle her two cat babies closer but knowing they were safely lounging in her bed. She didn’t even bother to comment on that stupid nickname. “Oliver, what is that?” She asked, hand now resting pointedly on her hip as she asked the question with an obvious answer, “And what is it doing in our house?” This wasn’t the first antic of her brother’s, it wasn’t even the worst, but it was perhaps up there with the weirdest. “I stayed late last night so Mr Davenport thought that I deserved a day off,” It wasn’t as though she owed him an explanation, but she had thought it would be easier to explain now.