Chapter Eleven

It was about a week since she had covered the drug bust on that bitch and now, she was sitting in Ian's office again. He stared at her with pride, with a hint of lust behind those glassy eyes which roved her chest down to her bare legs. Angel only offered him a casual smile. He was free to imagine every dirty thing he wanted about her, but her body was reserved solely for Darrow.

"Angel," Ian said. "Every other news agency is jealous of us. You struck big with your coverage on the drug bust."

"Mmm…" she muttered.

"You're going to get what you always wanted."

"What do you know about what I want?"

"It's obvious! This job is your life! I'm green lighting your promotion. You'll get that huge pay raise with it."

"Oh," she said. "Well, thanks."

"No need to hide your excitement," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Do you have any new assignments for me?"

"What," he said. "Aren't you going to treat me to dinner with your pay raise?" His eyes glinted with more dreadful lust.

"Please answer the question."

"You're such a killjoy," Ian groaned. "Actually, there is something that concerns the Prime Minister - "

"What about the President?"

"There's that too. But the Prime Minister - "

"I'm not interested in the Prime Minister."

"It's going to be boring really - "

"I want to cover the President only."

Ian huffed once. "Fine. He's going to film a live announcement for the country soon from the Square Office and they want a representative from Brevity there. You can go."

She broke into a wide smile. "Of course I am."

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The live announcement was supposed to go on air later that night, and Angel was in the Square Office five hours too early. They let her in though, and when she found herself within the four walls alone with Darrow, she decided that Fate was telling her that this was another sign that they were meant for each other.

At that moment, none of the camera crew were there, not even the equipment had been set up yet. Darrow was seated at his desk and gesturing to the seat on the other side of it for her to sit down. She closed the door she came in from tightly shut and wandered over to the seat, which she took. She was sure his staff wanted that door open, but it suited her more that it was closed.

Putting her bag on her lap, she held her cup of coffee over it before she lifted it up to her lips to sip gently, hoping that doing so would naturally draw his eyes to her mouth. Instead, he glanced across the room and pushed back into his armchair.

The live announcement was supposed to go on air later that night, and Angel was in the Square Office six hours too early. They let her in though, and when she found herself within the four walls alone with Darrow, she decided that Fate was telling her that this was another sign that they were meant for each other.

At that moment, none of the camera crew were there - not even the equipment had been set up yet. Darrow was seated at his desk and gesturing to the seat on the other side of it for her to sit down. She closed the door she came in from tightly shut and wandered over to the seat, which she took. She was sure his staff wanted that door open, but it suited her more that it was closed.

Putting her bag on her lap, she held her cup of coffee over it before she lifted it up to her lips to sip gently, hoping that doing so would naturally draw his eyes to her mouth. Instead, he glanced across the room and pushed back into his armchair.

Then his eyes found her and a smile reached them. Angel's chest burst with joy. My perfect husband!

"I think you misread the time for when the live announcement is supposed to start - I'm sorry, what's your name again?" Darrow said to her.

"I'm Angel. We spoke before?"

"Did we?" Darrow asked, blinking in recollection. "Oh! At the dance, right? I don't remember what we talked about."

"It was just some small talk," Angel laughed.

"Yeah, I usually forget those," he said.

Angel brought the cup to her lips again. The coffee was piping hot, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She freed her fingers from the cup and it went toppling over onto the front of her shirt, down to her skirt, drenching it in the hot coffee. Her skin protested against her stupid idea, and she winced hard. But when she caught Darrow's surprised stare at the coffee spots blooming on her chest, she felt herself swelling with pride.

Darrow quickly removed some tissues from a box at his desk to pass them to her. She accepted them, making sure to brush her fingers across the hard surfaces of his powerful hand. She dabbed lightly on her shirt, and purposely did a bad job of soaking up the moisture. She stood to her feet and placed her bag on the seat.

"I think I'll change," Angel said.

"There's an empty room there," Darrow told her, pointing to the right of the room.

She nodded and disappeared into the room. Stepping inside, she left the door ajar but kept herself just out of eyesight. Slowly, she removed her shirt button by button, and slipped out of it. Then she pulled the zipper of her skirt down inch by inch, to her ankles. She waited and waited for Darrow to come in, and take her by force but all she heard from beyond the door was the clang of a glass of whiskey against a cup.

"Darrow?" Angel called out.

"Yeah?" he hollered back.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes. They're in my bag, could you please bring them to me?"

"Sure," he said and she heard a moment of silence. Then he appeared at her doorway, her clothes in his hand.

"Come in," she said.

"I'm not sure - " he said but she stepped towards him. His eyes fell on her, but instead of exploring her body, it stopped on her eyes. Normal women would be impressed, but Angel craved the burn of his eyes on her breasts. "I'm sorry."

"Come in," she said again and he stepped into the room to pass her the change of clothes.

"Should I get a doctor for you? Your arm is red."

"It's alright."

Look at me! Touch me!

"Well, if there's nothing else," Darrow began. "Then - "

"Wait!" Angel stopped him from leaving.

"Is there something you need?"

Fuck me. Kiss me. Give me your babies.

"It's… nothing," Angel said.

"It seemed like you needed something," Darrow said, trailing off. Angel dropped her eyes to the ground, shutting them as the fringes of the orgasm crept into her body. "Besides, there's something I'm curious about."

She forced her eyes open. "What is it?"

"Why did you bring a change of clothes to the live announcement?"

"I mean," Angel said, racking her brain for possible answers. "I -"

"You must've planned to use them, right? Your bag is small as it is."

"I was just - "

"Well?"

Angel stared blankly at him.

"It's alright," he said finally. "I don't have to know. "

Then he left the room.