@latefortevinter I have your Secret Santa 2020 gift! And it’s probably NOT what you were expecting me to write! Enjoy!
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Dorian fussed with the collar of his new shirt, doing everything to occupy his hands with something other than his pocket watch. Everyone he knew in this business was almost expected to be fashionably late, but the one person he’d been counting on to arrive early hadn’t shown up yet.
“Dorian, you undo one more button on your fancy shirt, and I’ll have to write up a report about improper dress code.” Rhian handed him a champagne flute.
“Me? I assume you looked in a mirror before you-”
Rhian raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, clinking his glass with her own. “Ah, but I’m the boss.”
Dorian allowed himself a frown. “When an invitation says 7:30, it does not mean an hour later!”
“It’s 7:35.” She tilted her head. “Since when are you such a stickler for people being on time?”
“I am on time!”
“Yes. That’s my point.”
Dorian couldn’t remember the last time he was this flustered while being on the edge of disappointment and eager anticipation. He hadn’t even left the office before the party; he’d brought everything he needed with him that morning and bought his smooth red shirt with too many buttons during lunch. He’d even shined his shoes - something he rarely bothered to do himself, and his patterned velvet jacket had been freshly rolled to perfection.
“So what would you like me to do? Ask you to greet guests at the doors or send you to the back to check on our catering?”
He didn’t need a second to decide.
This is so wonderful 😭😭 I wanna draw Dorian in this outfit ❤️