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Stacy scowled. Carmen, her blonde hair sweeping around her ethereally, smirked and shrugged her shoulders, reclining back in her leather chair like a satisfied cat. The room was warm and smelled like sugary-cinnamon.
"Carmen, you know why I don't," Stacy trailed off, her dark eyes going to the corner of the room. Her friend smiled and leaned forward slightly.
"Oh, I know why." Soft words, like warm honey that remained oddly uncomforting. Her perfectly manicured nails reached languidly out for the intercom button. "Unfortunately for you, I don't care." The key made a click when it was pushed. "Miles, would you kindly escort Ms. Torres to her car?" There was hardly a pause.

"Yes ma'am, right away,"

Stacy cringed and sent a hateful look towards her counterpart. She could practically hear the smugness in the security guard's voice. Unable to move her feet she glared at a spot on Carmen's desk, just beside her pen holder. The older woman idly tapped her nails on the desk in an unsteady rhythm, the light smile that played on her lips refusing to fade. Carmen's grey eyes flashed as the door behind Stacy opened, allowing a blinding beam of light into the dismal room. Miles bent down slightly; when he spoke she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

"Miz Torres? If you would like t'accompany me out to the parking lot," His accent was prominent, and Stacy was sure a better ear could've picked out exactly where he was from in a heartbeat. Stacy didn't move, her gaze rising up to meet Carmen's. Perfectly painted red lips parted and Carmen made a waving gesture to Miles. The younger woman jerked her left arm out of Miles's sudden grasp and took a sharp step forward. Before she could get farther, Miles's hands closed tightly around her shoulders. Carmen motioned for him to stop.
"Stacy, once again you've disappointed me," Stacy paused, and then oddly, she smiled.
"Give my regards to Felix, Madame Halfax," The smile was struck from Carmen's lips, her visage contorting, eyes widening with shock.
"Get her out of my office now!"

The metal stairs of the fire escape rang in Stacy's ears with each step down. Carmen had insisted that she be brought out through the back, so as not to 'disturb the customers'. Miles walked behind her, one hand clenching her shoulder like a vice.
"I swear Miz Torres, you just don't know how not to get into trouble, do ya?" Stacy didn't respond. "Aw, don't be like that. You knew that bringing up him was a bad idea." She turned her face towards to wall, pursing her lips until they were barely a line. They were reaching the landing. "Still not goin' to talk to me are ya? Listen Stacy, you know you're my-,"
"I swear to god Miles, if you say that I'm 'your girl' I'll punch you in the gut so hard." She winced suddenly when the grip on her shoulder tightened painfully.
"Now, now, don't get violent. You know I like it when you're feisty with me. And you know that I ain't never been nothing but a gentleman to ya." She made a noise in the back of her throat and scowled. "Well, mostly a gentleman," Miles sighed and ran a free hand through his two-tone hair. "Alright, where'd ya park?"
"I didn't drive myself here." Curtly. Miles hated it when she took up that tone of voice.
"Sure, and I ain't a bloodsuckin' night owl." He pulled her to a stop. "Now, where's your car?" She stared sullenly at the tarmac for a few moments. Miles's voice became warning. "C'mon Stacy." Grudgingly she muttered:
"In the corner of the front lot."

When they reached her car, Miles let go of her shoulder and Stacy's hand flew to it to massage the life back into it. She sent a glare over to him. The southerner raised his hands up, palms out.
"Now, don't be gettin' mad at me. You know that while I don't hate escorting you t'your car nearly every night, just once I wish it'd be on my arm rather than at the end of it." He grinned back at her when she made a face. "You've got to stop pissing her off. Nothing good's going t'come of it." Still feeling bitter, Stacy rolled her eyes as she unlocked her car door. She flung it open jarringly, but Miles grabbed her hand over the top of the car door before she could close it. "Just take some time t'cool down before ya talk to her next. Ya know? Take deep breaths. Clear your head." She sighed.
"I guess you're right, I just get so…so…ugh!" she pulled her hand away and sat down.
"And, ya know, if that doesn't work, maybe stop over by my place for a 'positive outlet for your aggression'?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Stacy stared blankly ahead of herself for a second and then jerked the door against the car, trapping his fingers. Miles retracted his fingers as fast as he could and waved them frantically back and forth in the cool night air, hissing. His hissing turned into an odd snicker. "Hurts so good, darling," Stacy rolled her eyes.
"I'm not going to sleep with you Miles," she shouted out through the window. Miles smiled at her smugly.
"Yet; you're not going to sleep with me yet. Give it time; I'll wear you down eventually." Stacy narrowed her eyes at him, and briefly considered flipping him off before deciding better of it.
"Shouldn't you go back to work?" He licked his lips at her and made kissing motions in the air.
Stacy flipped him off. And smiled on her way out of the parking lot.
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