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"Atlanta Roan!" Sasha exclaims while she struts up to my cubicle.
"Sasha Bailey!" I turn in my chair to face her. "What do I owe the pleasure?"
"You already know Atlanta." She whispers to me with a sly smile.
I give her a confused look but she keeps walking to the middle of the office.
"Hello everyone!" She exclaims which makes everyone pause what they are doing and look at her. "Some of you may have heard some rumors." She pauses to look at me and smirks.
Oh god.
"You all know how I feel about rumors and gossip in the workplace but I can make an excuse for this one because it isn't an actual rumor."
There are gasps throughout the office.
"Yes that is right. Matthew Rogue is going to be one of our clients. He has agreed to wear some of our outfits that our very own Atlanta will be designing."
Everyone looks at me and I sink in my chair.
"Who knows how many he'll wear and where to but it is the fact that he has agreed and it will be great publicity for our company. He just has to like the outfits but I have no doubt that whatever Atlanta creates, he will love. Any questions?" Sasha looks around the room but everyone shakes their heads. "Oh, one more thing!" She remarked. "I will be observing the interns this week."
The interns all go pale.
"Don't worry." She laughs after noticing their faces. "No one is getting fired today. This is actually something good. As some of you know, Atlanta will not be able to make the full outfits so we will need one to two people to help sew the outfits and listen to her plans and ideas." She pauses to gauge everyone's reactions. "Now of course if you aren't an intern and are interested then you can talk to me. I just know that this will take up a lot of time and most of you already work too much." She looks around again. "Okay that is it." She exclaims with her hands in the air. "Get back to work, especially the interns." She winks at all the interns and walks back to her office with the clicking of her red heels on the tile floor in the hallway.
I exhale and sit up in my chair. I go back to what I was doing on the computer messaging some clients to make sure that everything is good. Right when I finish talking to one, my phone vibrates on the table. I pick it up to read that I have a message from Sasha.
Come to my office.
I sigh while closing all of the tabs on my computer and push in my chair. I pick up my phone and walk down the hallway to Sasha's office. I see that her blinds are closed so no one can see in which is unusual. I knocked on the door just in case she didn't have a last minute meeting that she forgot about.
"Come in Atlanta." I hear Sasha say through the closed door.
I take a deep breath not knowing what to expect. Right when I open the door to the office I notice a tall figure across from Sasha who is sitting at the edge of her desk. The tall person turns around and I release a large breath.
Matthew
We both just stare at each other and Sasha probably feels the awkwardness and decides to clear her throat. We both turn around to look at her.
"Atlanta, as you can probably tell, no one else knows that Matthew is here and I would like it to stay that way at least for now." She takes a breath. "So that is why I cleared some of the room next to my office so you can do all your measurements and fittings there. Since these are the only rooms down this hallway it should be easy to use the room without any interruptions. There is also the door that is easy access in and out of this floor that no one is allowed to use except for me, Matthew, and now you."
So that is how he got in here without anyone noticing.
"So yeah, I thought today would be a good time for you to start measurements so you can start finding fabrics and all that. Especially because it will take longer than usual because of-"
I glare at her so she gets the hint to stop talking.
"Because we'll have the interns helping." She says with a fake smile.
I give her a silent thank you and in return she nods and pushes us out of her office into the space next door.
She says her goodbyes and shuts the door behind us. The room is a little smaller than her office and there are stacks of boxes and clothes lining the one wall. This must be the room where we keep some of the extra inventory. I see that she left a measuring tape and a paper with a pen to write down his measurements. I give him a small smile and walk to grab the items.
"Strip." I say grabbing the items. I turn around to face him.
"What?" he asks with a confused face.
"I need your measurements and they need to be accurate so I need you to take off your clothes." I specify to him.
"Uh, yeah." He says, still unsure.
"Just do it please. Not like I've never seen it before."
He looks stunned.
"No!" I exclaim while my face blushes. "I mean that I've had to measure people before. Men and women." I clarify.
He smirks at me.
"Oh my gosh, just get undressed so we can get this over with." I plead, embarrassment still laced in my voice.
"Yes ma'am." He says, still smiling.
"Keep your underwear on please."
"So you haven't seen it before?" He asks.
I just look at him stunned.
"I'm joking, I'm joking!" He laughed loudly.
I roll my eyes.
Once he stops laughing, I start measuring him. After I finish his arms, I start with his chest. My hands brush against him softly and it feels as if all the air has been taken out of the room. Once I finish the rest of the top half of his body, I get down on my knees so I can start measuring his legs.
"Almost done." I say so quietly that if there was anyone else in the room he wouldn't have been able to hear me.
I wrap the measuring tape around the top of his thigh. I hear him exhale and I look up at him only to find that he is already looking at me. We stare at each other for what seems like hours where in reality it was probably less than a minute.
"Atlanta." Matthew whispers, eyes still trained on me.
I'm about to say something when there is a knock on the door. I lose eye contact with Matthew and get up to open the door slightly.
Standing outside of the hallway is a worker holding a takeout bag. I'm about to say something before Matthew cuts me off and opens the door more so he can face the person with food.
"Matthew?" The man asks, shock written all over his face.
"That's me." He smiles at him and grabs the bag of food. "Thank you very much." He hands him a hundred dollar bill. "I assume that you won't tell anyone that I'm here?"
"Uh yes, of course. Thank you very much. Big fan." He says while walking out the side door by the two offices. Matthew just smiles and turns around so he can sit on the floor.
