The Barbarian & The Rogue

The warehouse is always freezing so Megan wears a coat and gloves in here during the winter. It doesn’t help that the walls are cement. The docking bay door is always open as well causing the cold to come in.

Work has been going by very slowly and uneventfully. Deciding to take a semi-break Megan goes over to talk to Cory who is in the shipping section. Since she is the boss she can get away with stopping to chat with others.

“Trevor texted me and told me that the role-playing game is starting in a week. I told him I would tell you.” Cory says excitedly.

"About time! I've been looking forward to it for a while now." Megan says in an empty voice but her eyes say differently. Her eyes convey her eagerness.

“My friend is coming for an interview today. Just thought I would let you know,”

“Oh, that’s the one I have today?” Megan says curiously.

“He really needs this job so I hope you’ll give him a break just for me. You’ll hire him right?”

She purses her lips. “We will have to see if he is a good fit.”

“He has worked in a shipping department. So his qualifications are good. He is desperate for this job. He really needs it.” Cory says begging.

“Alright let me at least do the whole interview and I will take everything you have to say into consideration. I have to go through the process.” Hoping he will understand she looks into his eyes for some kind of confirmation. He nods his head at her. “Now come over here and give me a hug before someone sees.” She says forcefully.

“You want a hug?” He says shocked.

“I do. It’s been lonely lately with you and Robbie being busy and having no game nights.” Her voice sounds almost sad. In an instant, he is grabbing her and pulling her into the biggest of bear hugs. She's sighing happily on the inside.

A male voice clears their throat. “Hi, I’m your ten o’clock interview.” Hating to break the hug she turns to the new person. She takes all of him in. He is wearing a suit just like John Wick would wear.

The suit is sleek and black with a thin black tie and a white button-up shirt. Although his pants look a little too tight. Besides that, he looks really well put together.

His brown hair is still messy the length at the nape of his neck. It’s messy from running his fingers through his hair from nervousness. Just like he is now. The hair is parted over to one side causing it to look even messier but sexier at the same time. There’s no stubble and his face is clean-shaven.

A face like his could stop traffic. It’s round yet narrow at the same time and gives him a more youthful appearance but his eyes say different. The long lashes with his big brown eyes look almost innocent. But the way he is staring at her right now says he’s thinking nothing but impure thoughts.

His frame is slight but you can tell he's pure muscle underneath his clothes. He is drop-dead sexy. She could collapse right here on the floor from a heart attack. Come to think about it she thinks she’s close to one now.

“How did you know it was me you had to see?” She asks confused.

“I was told to just look for the most beautiful woman I would ever see. So obviously I picked you.” His deep smooth voice stirred pleasurable feelings in her core.

“Who told you this?” Her forehead pinching in the middle because that sounds ridiculous.

“Well, Cory told me what you look like. I just filled in the rest.”

Gavin looks her over she is wearing a long black pea coat with black leggings underneath. She has grey fuzzy socks that are folded above her dark brown work boots. Her gloves match the same color as the socks.

Her black silken hair is parted down the middle and comes just to the middle of her neck. Wide eyes of navy blue stare back at him. Even now they still take his breath away. The tips of her ears and nose are red from the cold. It's adorable. He's never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Not one.

“Flattery won’t get you the job.” She says with attitude. “This way.” Walking towards the meeting room she turns her head to make sure he’s following her.

Stopping at the refreshment station she makes herself a cup of tea. “You want anything?” Shaking his head he just stares at her. Not knowing what to do under his gaze she leads him down the long hall to the meeting room in the back.

Taking the seat at the head of the table she points to the closest chair next to her for him to sit.

He closes the door behind him but a piece of the handle falls off. In panic, he drops it and kicks it under the door when she’s not looking.

Wanting to be closer to her he pulls his chair so near that when he sits their knees are in between each other.

She looks down and then back at him. What the fuck? The way his legs are positioned around hers is causing her heart to race. There’s no way she is able to think around him. How is she going to conduct this interview with him sitting so close?

Deciding to ignore the situation she takes an inhale of a breath and controls herself. He smells woodsy and musky with a hint of spice. “Can I see your resume?” She holds her hand out to him.

“Yeah, of course.” He reaches into his pocket for a folded-up piece of paper. Handing it over to her he makes their hands brush on purpose.

A jolt starts at the point of contact and it flows up through her arm and down the rest of her body causing tingles everywhere. She’s surprised that her hair isn’t standing on end like she got struck by lightning.

Touching her hand caused his stomach to flip and a tremor shot down his spine radiating heat all throughout his body.

Confused by her body’s reaction she ignores it and unfolds the paper. The paper is wrinkled all over and has some coffee stains. She scans the resume quickly.

His name is Gavin he is from San Francisco California. Why does that seem familiar? She shrugs it off.

He worked in a shipping department for a well-known company. He worked there for three years before he had to move. Which was very recent.

It says that in his spare time, he makes game graphics pixel art to be exact. That’s cool cause she does that for the games she makes. Maybe if they become friends he can work with her.

Gavin notices her face looks so peaceful when she is absorbed in something. Unlike usual when she’s on guard the only emotion that shows is none.

He wants to draw her out completely. Although he almost did it when they were younger. But then he fucked it up.

He was devastated when his parents said they wouldn’t be visiting his aunt and uncle again because they had a falling out. It meant he wouldn’t be able to see her again. But he is here now.

He left to get away from his parents, yes. But he moved all the way here for her. All the way across the country to Buffalo New York.

He is going to battle snow for her and that’s saying something that’s pure love. The first place he thought to come was here to be around her again.

He hasn’t been able to see her face for ten years. She turned out just as beautiful as he thought she would and then some.

It’s pathetic how horrible his imagination did when conjuring her in his mind. There’s no way possible he could have known just how sexy she was considering how she looks here in person.

He’s jumping ahead of himself and imagining a future with her. A wedding on the beach. Growing old together. Overwhelmingly perfect is barely explaining what she is to him.

Megan's tea is cool now so she guzzles it down because her throat was parched from sitting so close to him. The proximity and the brushing of knees against each other when shifting in our seats is just too much for her. This is causing her heart to beat out of her chest.

His beauty is the kind people would fight wars over. She imagines he is what an angel would look like if they were real.

“Well, you have the qualifications needed. Your resume could have been in better condition. I hope you keep yourself and your work up to better standards. Other than that when do you want to start?”

“Really?” He asks excitedly. “I will do my best to make you proud.” Reaching over and grabbing her hand he holds it tightly in his. Not being able to process why he’s holding her. Her brain is short-circuiting. She just stares down at her hand.

Is he this touchy with everyone he first meets?

“I’ll start tomorrow if you will let me.” The words come out quickly.

“Sounds good. There’s paperwork and an introductory quiz that you have to do on the computer. It’s stupid but easy.” She removes his hand from hers and folds up his resume.

When trying to transfer it to him he drops it on the floor. Standing up to bend over to retrieve the resume he fumbles and there is a loud ripping sound in the room.

“Oh shit,” He sits back down and tightens his legs together. Why of all days did his pants have to split while not wearing underwear? The split is pretty massive from balls to ass crack.

“What was that?” She asks concerned.

“Um,” He can’t think of what to say. Why now? Why in front of her of all people? “Well, you see,” He swallows hard. “Just like Sponge Bob.” He looks her in the eyes and cringes. “I ripped my pants.” He perfectly imitates him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gk1a3_ovohk

Her face at first is full of shock. But as soon as the situation dawns on her. Her face breaks out into a huge smile. Loud laughter fills the room her cheeks turning pink. She is wiping tears from her eyes and holding her stomach.

Holy shit. She’s laughing. He actually made her laugh. While taking her all in his eyes look at her with love. Her laughs are beginning to make his dick rise. Oh crap. Think of other things. He tries but his mind is blank. All he can hear is her laughter.

Crossing his legs tight he groans because he’s squishing his junk. There’s no way he wants her to see. “It gets worse,” His face showed he was uncomfortable.

Her eyes widen. “I didn’t wear underwear today,” His face flushes crimson. Now for the record if anyone asks he doesn’t usually blush. But with what happened in front of her he is so nervous he feels like he’s about to piss himself. He better not fucking piss himself.

She puts her hand over her mouth amused but shocked. “Um, this is also a bad time to say...” Sweating through his suit his armpits are like waterfalls. He runs his fingers through his hair nervously.

“I, uh. Um, kinda broke the door handle when coming in. I got nervous so I...” He motions like he is kicking out but bangs his foot on the table leg. “Ow, fuck.” He rubs his foot quickly.

Because he moved his stiff shaft is fully on display now. Her eyes go directly to his crotch because of course they would. Her eyes grow wide and he can’t look at her any longer.

He just wants to die right here and now. Or have a time machine to go back one day.

Clearing his throat he continues “So, um. I kinda kicked the handle under the door out of nerves.” His shoulders rise and his head goes down a look of ‘Oh shit I didn’t mean to do that’ comes over his face.

Both her eyebrows raise. She stands up and goes over to the door. “Were stuck.” She says alarmed. “I’ll try to call Cory.”

Hearing the phone through the speaker he can hear her press the buttons but there’s a lack of ringing. She looks at her phone frustrated. “I have no signal. It’s hard to get one in here because of the walls.”

“We have another problem.”

“There’s more?” She gasps.

“Yeah see... I, um. I ugh drank three large energy drinks on the way here because I was nervous. Not to mention you’re really pretty so that’s also making me nervous.” Megan can’t believe he thinks she is pretty. It blows her mind.

“So, um I need to borrow your cup.” He nods his head towards the cup next to her hand. “I really really don’t want to piss my pants in front of you. So please hand me the cup and turn around.” He is quickly hopping from foot to foot.

How is this her life? Did she do something horrible in a past life? She reaches over to him and gives him the cup. Sighing she stands up and turns around.

It has been a few moments but there hasn’t been a sound. “I can’t go if you’re listening. Hum, a song or something.” He is so embarrassed right now. Put him out of his misery. Someone. Anyone.

“What song? I can’t think of any.” She sounds exasperated.

“Hum the star spangled banner. That should work.” She begins humming it. Right when “and so proudly we hail” comes up he begins letting loose. This piss feels like it’s taking forever. “Ah, sweet relief.” She stopped humming. “I’m not done keep humming.” She begins again.

“Um, the cup is about to overflow. Shit, shit, shit. Why do you guys use such small cups? That’s the first suggestion I’ll make for the suggestion box. Bigger cups.” She snorts out a laugh. “Don’t laugh I’m still going. Hum.”

She is laughing while humming so it’s coming out all silly. It’s finally stopped just barely overflowing the cup.

He takes the cup and walks over to the door to stand in front of her. Hiding his bare ass that’s out and in the breeze. Needing space from him and his pee she goes and sits back down in her chair.

The next minute everything happens in slow motion. Someone opens the door and pushes into him. The cup slips from his hand and falls to the floor. It soaks her feet and dribbles on her lap. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

He looks all over for something to wipe her feet with but there isn’t anything. He takes his jacket off and gives it to her to wipe her feet. Armpit stains the size of Canada on full display. Now he can feel the sweat pooling at the back of his neck.

He grabs the door and holds it open. Cory enters the room and looks around. “Is everything going alright in here?”

“Um, well...” Looking to her for her help in this situation she offers none. His hands are sweaty the door slips out of his hand and shuts behind Cory. “Shit. Shit. Shit. So um. Were locked in again.”

“What?” Megan yells out.

“Well, um. My hand was sweaty and it slipped.” He watches as her hands grip the table.

“Wait you mean we’re locked in here?” Cory said horrified.

“Um...” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Yes, that’s exactly what’s happened.”

“Check your phone and see if you have a signal and call Frankie,” Megan says starting to panic.

“Hey, Hey, Frankie? Can you hear me? Were locked in the meeting room. Come help us.” He grabs his jacket from her and ties it around his waist. “What the fuck happened to you? Your balls are hanging out by the way.”

“I’m saying this as best friends. I need to borrow your underwear.”

“What? No. What the fuck?” Cory moves away from him.

“Come on. My pants split open and I didn’t wear underwear I need your help.” Gavin says panicked.

“I will give you my shirt and tie that around your front. For fuck sake Gavin. What the hell happened in here?”

“Well, you see... It’s all her fault. She made me nervous and shit rolled downhill.”

“Oh! So it’s my fault?” She asks flabbergasted.

“Pretty much yeah.” He shrugs one shoulder.

Her mouth keeps opening and shutting like she wants to say something but can’t find the words. The door is being pushed open and in walks Frankie. Gavin rushes out of the room and Cory is fast on his heels. “I will see you at home.” Gavin all but runs to get out of the building.

She doesn’t know what to make of Gavin but what she does know is he was far too touchy. Not to mention she is pissed off. Literally, he got his pee on her. This isn’t a good start with him. She unsure about him already.

Unfortunately, Megan spends the rest of her shift with pee on her feet.