The Hot Sextuplets

The Epitome of Elegance

Though running agaisnt the clock, none of the colleagues dare to step in and share the same breath as their employer.

The only man who could decide--if in a sour mood-- to fire anyone stinging his eyes.

Aria looks away from the door as she can feel those unmistakable eyes staring right into her soul from the crowd of office workers who wait for the door to close.

preferring to wait for the next ride as it comes down.

Aria knows far too well who's going to bombard her with questions once she gets out of the office.

not to mention, her shirt isn't in the best condition and so is her hair.

all the more reasons to misunderstand.

Fixing his gaze to nothing but a speck of dust on the wall beside him, Dean nearly turns red from embarrassment as the doors finally decide to close.

Closing his eyes, he presses his lips as he knows just how the news will spread like wildfire.

It's not going to look good and there's no explaining anything out of this one. The number of unfortunate events is just too dramatic and if they snoop a little more into it, they could find out he has seen her naked body.

Something not even she knows about.

"Let's maintain distance for now." Dean says as he clenches his jaw. "Rumors will spread horribly."

"That's right." Aria nods and sighs slightly, pushing her hair back behind her ear as the elevator comes to a stop.

Her eyes travel up to the number above the door and noticed it's the executive floor, her boss's floor.

She's never had a reason to reach this high, since she's not so noticeable when it comes to her position.

She's even lucky she gets to talk to him this close.

"Follow. your belongings are in my office." He says as he pushes himself from the wall and steps out of the elevator once the doors open, revealing a brightly lit tiled corridor lined with dark wooden and glass furniture and paintings.

The doors are all closed with silver or gold plates at the top of the door, displaying their roles.

She marvels in astonishment as they walk by the doors with a large window giving them a peak into the room where she catches sight of the people working within in.

most of which look older than Dean himself.

Come to think of it, why is Dean so young? She thinks to herself as she looks up to the back of his head. I'd have expected him to at least be forty...

"Good morning, sir." The receptionist, a man seemingly older than Dean stands from the desk and smiles at him with a slight now. "Mrs. Winchester just stepped out. Claimed you allowed her to."

"Yes. Personal reasons." Dean sighs and stops by the receptionist's desk which is just by his door. "Did she leave the items I requested her to purchase?"

"Yes, she did before she left and they are in the office." He nods and Dean nods back before opening his door and stepping in. "Oh! and Ms. Loraine is here-."

"- Don't bother." Dean grits through his teeth as he stops at the door, staring dead on at the woman standing by the small sitting area, taking photos with the dress he'd ordered for Aria.

Aria, unable to hold her curiosity, walks over to Dean and stands on her toes, glancing in as she tries to check what's making him so reluctant to step in when her eyes land on the stunning tall and slender woman.

her long brunette hair is tied into a low ponytail, snapped into place with a pearl hairpin on each side, matching her earrings that glaze her shoulders.

Her slightly wide hips and thigh gap create the illusion of an hourglass that only makes Aria more envious of her slim thighs that barely meet.

She'd seen her before though, a couple of times more than usual and she's always bringing gifts wrapped in expensive black lace.

Why lace, you ask?

It's to be fancy of course...

"I thought I had made it clear before. Coming unannounced is trespassing." Dean clenched his jaw as Aria watches the woman turn gracefully, like a painting on a blur canvas. Her presence alone turns the entire room into an illusion.

From the perfected skin, down to her well polished toes, Loraine is by far the true epitome of elegance and power.

"Shouldn't I come see you often?" She pouts and crosses her arms to her chest like a child. "We will be getting married soon."

"Stop with the delusions." He sighs and glances over his shoulder to Aria who is still staring at the woman. "And take off the dress, that does not belong to you."

"It's very pretty, can I just keep it?" She asks as she spins on her heels to show the dress off. "It's not as tight as it should be, but it still fits quite nicely."

"I said take it off. It belongs to her." Dean steps aside and reveals Aria who raises her brows in confusion as she stares at the dress.

The skintight dress isn't too dramatic but simple enough to still look elegant for any environment. It reaches down to the knees with a small pearl waistband that matches the nearly decorated collar. The sleeves are a pretty patterned lace that falls like petals to her elbow.

It looks decent enough for work, but Aria would rather store it in her closet and keep it only for special occasions... wish might not come.

"Her?" The woman asks as though in disbelief as she points with her eyes. "She's your girlfriend?"

Dean closes his eyes and clicks his tongue in annoyance. "No. Just take it off so that she can get to work. I have no business with you today."

She pouts again and glances towards Aria, feeling the tightness in her chest from knowing too well he might like this woman, Aria.

Turning with a temper, she drags her feet all the way to the bathroom and bangs the door shut behind her.

"How old is she?" Aria asks as she points to the door while Dean walks to his desk. "She looks young."

"She's twenty." Dean sighs and pulls the drawer underneath his desk to the side, pulling out a few fills before reaching in to grab an energy bar. "She's my cousin."

"Oh. Your cousin?" Aria gets even more confused. "Distant?"

"No. She just keeps insisting to marry me out of childishness." He clenches his jaw and opens the energy bar. "Pay no mind to her, she's just irritating to say the least."

"Oh." Aria nods and slowly walks to the sitting area, where she finds a box with new pairs of shoes inside black like the dress.

He watches her from his chair as she takes one out, marveling at the design of the heel and the beautiful shape.

"If you have any problems regarding the items bought for you. I can always have them exchanged." He says, gaining the attention of her eyes.

"Are... These shoes mine as well?" She raises the heel. "I was fine with-."

"-You wore your shoes yesterday, I don't think you'd want to wear the same one the next day." He drops his gaze to his desk as he organizes his files.

I wear my heels every other day at work. Aria blushes as she looks down at the shoes. I have only two pairs. I can't keep switching into different shoes.