The Hot Sextuplets

She's just a person

Stepping out of the bathroom with her cheeks puffed out, she tosses the dress towards Aria who manages to catch it before it falls, getting Dean to make a 'tsk' sound as he closes his eyes in annoyance at the girl's behavior.

"I'm beyond baffled that you always refuse my gifts and never return the gesture but you buy her gifts?" She shakes her head and marches towards his desk where he sighs and turns his chair to face away from her. "Be careful, Dean, I might demand a divorce."

Having enough, Dean leans onto his desk, ignoring her entirely as he reaches for the intercom and presses the button.

"Mr. Green, send Loraine's escort in to take her home." He takes his hand off before Lorain could yank it off.

She glares at him in disbelief before taking a step back.

"Fine, if that's how things will be between us, I will tell all your brothers about this betrayal. And I can walk myself out, thank you." She spins on her heel and he clenches his jaw as he stabs daggers into her back through his eyes.

wishing she'd just fall and die already.

Aria, who was supposed to be getting dressed just couldn't leave when the drama between the two was thickening like chicken curry.

She escorts Loraine with her eyes until the door closes behind her, now turning her gaze to Dean only to get startled when he's looking at her annoyed.

"Go get dressed. Pay no mind to her." He sighs and leans back to his seat, reaching his hand to his forehead as he tries to massage the pain away.

Aria nods slowly and walks into the bathroom, knowing she shouldn't get on his nerves too now that he's irritated.

Locking the door behind her, Aria takes her clothes off and sighs when she glances down at her pouching stomach. Even though in most cases she could be considered one of the 'few' with at least relatively slim stomachs, she can't help but acknowledge how her's is a bit visible through her clothes, unlike Loraine who almost looked non-existent.

Glancing towards the mirror, she sighs and places the dress onto the sink, knowing that throwing on the dress won't make her look decent enough if she doesn't take a shower.

She unconsciously reaches up for her bra strap and pauses when she feels only her skin, reminding herself that her bra is still missing in action, so she simply slips her underwear off and jumps into the shower.

Dean on the other hand mindlessly clicks the pen by the desk, over and over again as the ambiance from the shower just behind the door fills his thoughts.

It's pretty obvious she's showering first, as he wanted her to, though he didn't expect her to use his.

I'd have to replace the soap and sponge. He thinks to himself as he stares blankly at the monitor displaying all previous budgets and purchases made. She's showering... shower...

Mistakingly letting his imagination wonder, his brain begins to recall the shape of her body... Just without all the fabric covering her chest.

The full and large breasts, along with her slim waist and wide hips aren't something he'd easily forget--

Stop it! Dean bangs his fist agaisnt the table as his face warms up from embarrassment. She would kill you if she found out.

Leaning back to his seat, he groans out as he combs his fingers through his hair, messing up his styled hair.

Why is it so hard to forget? He clenches his jaw only to sit up when the bathroom door opens and she emerges from the bathroom with the dress already on.

Her eyes land on his first before she turns them to something else in the room as she approaches the desk with an awkward smile on her face.

"It fits." She smiles now, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I...I just can't reach the zipper from the back."

She turns and shows him the zipper that is half way up her back, still exposing the melamine back like a thick milky cup of coffee.

"Oh." Is all he can manage to say before slowly getting up and walking towards her.

As usual, his hands start to rattle again and he finds himself unable to move from his spot, only staring at her back as nausea fills this throat.

Is was easy being close to her then, but not that he'd met Loraine, his anxiety around women only amplified.

"I'll tell the receptionist." He cowers away the last minute and returns back to his desk, tapping agaisnt the intercom. "Mr. Green, could you come in-."

He pauses as he glances towards Aria who's back is still turned to him as the thought hits him.

His secretary is also a man... Staring at a woman's bare back could trigger something.

"-- Nevermind, Mr. Green." He sighs and leans from the intercom, staring at the desk as he tries his best to make up some excuse, but can't seem to find any out of all the words stored in his memory box.

"Is everything okay?" Aria asks as she glances over her shoulder to him, meeting his nervous gaze.

He could feel the sweat tickling the back of his neck as he shakes his head in denial and clears his throat.

"No, turn back around." He says as he walks over to her, getting her to turn once hest close enough and move her hair from her back, giving him access to the zipper that had now slid further down her back from all the rough movements.

Cursing at his luck, he tightens the grip of his teeth as he reaches for the zipper and presses it between his fingers, shakily pulling it up as his fingers almost let go every time.

She's just a person. He thinks to himself as the zipper moved so slow it makes Aria start to feel uncomfortable. Why does my body keep reacting this way? It's been years...

Finally reaching the top, Dean lets out the breath he was holding and steps away from Aria to catch his breath.

Aria lets her hair bounce back into place and turns to observe Dean as he slouches back on the desk, almost looking exhausted, as though he'd been fighting the zipper.

"Mr. Devon..." Her voice trails off as her eyes drop to the ground. "I'm sorry."

Dean stares up at her, confused from the apology. "Why are you apologizing?"

"You're not very open around me. I can tell. I might be causing you more discomfort than I should." She bites her lip. "I'll buy you a gift instead of dinner... since you weren't comfortable with it to begin with... I don't wish to make you feel more unwilling to be around me."

He widens his eyes, shocked she even deduced something so crazy, even though half of it is true.

He can't deny that being around her isn't too much of his cup of tea, but it's not for the reasons she could be brewing inside her head.

More like it's just the opposite gender that makes him so uncomfortable and anxious all the time.

"It's not you." He sighs and reaches a hand to massage his temple as he closes his eyes. "I apologize if I made you feel that way."

"But..." She looks over to him with a slight frown. "You were fine with the woman earlier... It's not that I'm trying to hold it against you... I just want to--."

"- You're mistaken." He cuts her off as he looks at her as well. "I'm not uncomfortable because I despise you, no. I just..." He trails off and looks away.

Embarrassed to even try to explain it to her.

"I just find it hard being around women."