weak (when you're around) // bronnie

It was hard to focus on my job when I knew what was waiting for me after. Everything was so surreal—I almost refused to accept that any of my interaction with Ronnie ever happened, but when I saw him standing in the lobby after work...I had to accept it quickly. Even if I wanted to dart, I couldn't. He kept his dark eyes locked on me. I took a deep breath and walked closer to him.

"I can't lie—I'm surprised you're here," he smirked as I stepped in front of him.

"I-I am too," I stammered.

"God, you're really cute aren't you?" He ran his fingers through my hair. "Like—some kind of fairy."

I smiled a little in response. I rarely ever received compliments from anyone, to hear something from someone as handsome as Ronnie— I was speechless and weakened.

"Follow me," he continued and started to lead me to the elevators. When we stepped in an elevator going up where other people with us. I still had my uniform on and I was scared that people would figure out I didn't belong there—but luckily no one batted an eye. We were on the highest floor; therefore the last ones to get off and the ones sitting in sexual tension the longest.

Ronnie stepped off first before mumbling, "it was hard to keep my hands off you in there."

I was dead. I didn't even know what I wanted him to do to me, let alone know what I wanted to do to him. He reached out for my hand and I held onto it as he guided me out the elevator. He led me down the hall until we stopped in front of a room where he let go of my hand to take a card key out of his pocket and open the door. He let me step in first and I was shocked by the room. I had only seen glimpses of the suites—but this one I was allowed to stay in and observe. He stepped in behind me and I heard the door shut.

"This is yours?" I croaked.

"All ours, baby boy," Ronnie grumbled deeply.

A chill went down my spine. "Oh," I blushed. "Ours? B-baby boy?"

"Are you okay with me calling you that?" He asked me.

I nodded quickly, "yeah, very."

He gently wrapped his arm around my waist, "you seem very nervous."

"I'm sorry," I gulped.

"No, it's okay—what can I do to make you less nervous?"

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist, "be less attractive."

He leaned closer to my ear, "flirting are we?" I squirmed a little and he let go of me. "Are you sure you're okay? I'm not going to do anything to you—w-we don't have to do anything at all."

I opened my eyes and turned around, facing him, "I just don't feel my best right now—you know, I just got off of work and all."

"Do you want to take a shower? I can buy you some new clothes downstairs—freshen you up a bit so you feel better."

"Are you sure?"

He gave me a surprisingly warm smile, "yes, go ahead—I want to make you feel good."

"Thank you so much, sir."