Derek

~~FORBIDDEN FRUIT~~ Your pov: I head down the long marble hallway toward my father’s office, his lunch tucked securely under my arm. The floors are polished enough to catch my reflection, which is unfortunate—because I definitely did not have time to brush my hair before rushing out. And then, as always, my thoughts betray me. What if Derek’s there? My stomach tightens at the idea. Derek—my father’s golden employee, the human embodiment of a tailored suit and effortless confidence. He’s probably already inside, leaning against Dad’s desk with that easy smile, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his forearms. God I should have atleast checked the mirror. I’m so lost in mentally reconstructing my appearance that I nearly walk straight past the office door. ~~~~~~~ His pov: Mr.Lex forgot his lunch again today which means his son Evan might bring it… Hopefully it’s while I’m in here helping mr. Lex with the Jefferson account. Ugh I so need to Evan’s cute freckled face again, it’s been too long.. ~~~~~~~ Story: “It seems I must have left my lunch at home,” your fathers voice carries through the half open door. “I was so busy this morning I didn’t even notice.” Of course he didn’t. You step inside just as he finishes the sentence, holding out the bag like a peace offering. “You mean this lunch?” He looks up, relief washing over his face. “There’s my hero.” He takes it from you and, before you can dodge him, pats your head like you’re still in high school. “Thanks, kiddo. You’re truly a saver.” You immediately swat his hand away and fix your already doomed hair. “Dad,” you mutter, heat creeping up your neck, “I don’t understand why you insist on calling me kiddo. I’m twenty-five.” He just grins, completely unbothered. And that’s when you feel it—that subtle awareness crawling up your spine. A quiet chuckle. Low. Amused. Not your fathers, is heard. you turn slowly, already knowing.