#in classic wattpad tradition we will also NOT be reading these twice to check it

[robobarbie]

mc and toasty, secret forbidden secretary/ceo romance

"Schedule?"

You tab over to their calendar and shake your head. "No good -- you have meetings until late tonight."

Toaster slumps against your desk with a sigh. "It's already past six. Can't you let me off a little early?"

"Me? Let you off?"

A tired smile graces his face as he leans over you, his loose hair falling from his bun. "Oh, please. Even if I sent you home early, you'd stay."

"W-why would I do that?"

His breath touches your ear as he somehow finds a way to get even closer to you. "I don't know. Maybe you were hoping for a little more of-"

The door slams open across the office and Toaster leaps to his feet. "O-oh, hey. Forget something?" He tries to hide the small blush on his cheeks as he adjusts his tie.

"Did you?"

Toaster frowns, meets your confused gaze, then the two of you turn at once to that flooded calendar.

"... Oh, my god. Sir I am so sorry -"

"Shit!"

"Yeah, 'shit!'"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

His colleague lets the door slam shut behind him as he leaves -- no doubt he'll be waiting down in his car for the CEO. You quickly help toaster gather his laptop and notes as you rush from the office.

In the lobby below, you take Toaster's hand before they can push open the entrance. They turn to you with a questioning look.

"I'm sorry. I really should have caught that." You're trying to not stare at the floor, but it's hard. You really should know better than this with his calendar.

He pulls hand from the door and gently lifts your chin. You're met with their warm, comforting expression.

"It's okay. Really. Things happen." They kiss your cheek and bring their hand back to the door handle. "Come over tonight."

"But, your meetings -"

"After that, dummy." He winks and leans in one more time to sneak a more lingering kiss. "We'll have you make up for that mistake then."

He leaves before you can manage a reply. His colleague is shouting from the car as he rushes over, but all he can think about is how he can't believe he managed to get those words out of his mouth. Holy fucking shit.

These meetings couldn't end sooner.