I’ve been a bad, bad girl WHO Zee Chavez OT Flynn Rosewood WHAT Zee and Flynn have committed a serious HR violation. Now Zee’s using it to her advantage. WHERE Rosewood Manor WHEN Saturday, September 10, 2016; 6:30 AM RATING PG-13
Zee woke with a wide yawn and gentle stretch, arms stretching out over her head as her back arched, something close to a purr rumbling softly in her throat as the early morning sun warmed her face. She blinked slowly as sleep faded away into consciousness, her surroundings starting to come into focus. The fact that she was naked and in very close proximity to another body became quickly apparent, although she wasn’t alarmed until she remembered just whose bed she was in.
Flynn Rosewood was the richest man in town. Flynn Rosewood was a notorious playboy. Flynn Rosewood was her boss.
Flynn Rosewood was currently just as naked as she was, spooned against her, with his arm draped over her bare waist.
Zee’s heart started to race as the events of the previous night replayed in her head. She’d been working the Aquitaine’s happy hour when he’d shown up. After several hours of whiskey and conversation, they’d closed down the bar, and Flynn had generously offered to drop her off at home so she didn’t have to walk alone - even if he knew full well that she was perfectly capable of protecting herself. When she’d confessed she wasn’t quite ready to go home for the night, he’d offered a nightcap at Rosewood Manor, which she’d casually accepted.
She was fairly certain that she’d made the first move, shrugging out of her leather jacket in his study before she climbed seductively into his lap to kiss him. The air had felt electrified around them, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Flynn, to her relief, hadn’t admonished her or tried to push her away; instead, he’d been an equal and willing participant. They’d shared the same almost desperate urge, each ignoring what weighed on their minds by indulging in the company of another.
Zee knew she’d only managed a couple of hours of sleep, and yet she still felt rested and refreshed, if a bit anxious. She was certainly no stranger to extracting herself from one night stands, even with co-workers and superiors. But this time, there was an entirely different element that had her on edge, one she had been trying to hold off on confronting until she had been forced to.
Carefully, she had slipped out of the bed, tiptoeing softly around the room to collect her various articles of clothing. Once she was presentable, if disheveled, she snuck out of Flynn’s bedroom and down the hallway, high heels in her hand. It took her a few extra moments to remember which way to turn, but eventually she found her way back to the study, where she’d conveniently left her jacket and purse a few hours earlier.
Keeping a careful ear out for anyone approaching down the hallway, Zee moved right past her discarded belongings for Flynn’s desk, crouching down behind the beautifully carved wood. Her fingers brushed lightly across the polished surface, reminding her so much of the bar at the Aquitaine, before she started opening drawers, quickly - but deliberately - rifling through their contents. After a couple minutes of fruitless searches, she had just discovered a locked panel, hidden in the false bottom of one of the drawers, when she heard someone coming down the hallway.
Quick as she could, she shut the drawer, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper so she could jot down a note to Flynn, covering her reasons for lingering in his study.
“Oh, hey,” she said, looking up with a sheepish grin. “I was just… seeing myself out.”