Alya's POV

   Robin and Orla walk past each other without a word.  Good.  She's following orders.  Orla is a great employee.  It would be ashame to fire her because of her not listening.

I'm doing some paperwork, when someone busts through my door.  "You just had to interfere with our friendship?  Couldn't stay away, could you?"

I look up, seeing Robin's beautiful face.  "Ms. Lawless-"  "Cut the bullshit, Alya!  I know you told Orla to stay away from me.  Honestly, who the fuck do you think you are?  Meddling in my social life, and all for what?  Just because I won't fuck you?"

I rest my chin on my interlocked hands.  "Well I do recall that right now I'm your boss."  She slams her hands on my desk, leaning onto it.  She's frowning, fury clear on her face as her eyes burn into me.

"Alya, you DON'T fucking own me.  I will never fuck you.  Get that through your thick fucking skull."

Her face is close to mine.  I kinda wanna kiss her.  I smirk, just knowing that it'll get under her skin just like she does mine.  "You're not afraid to get fired, are you?  Clearly not."

"You wanna fire me?  Fuck it.  Then do it.  Fucking fire me, Alya.  Do it.  Doooooo it."

Part of me wants to ask her who does she think she is to challenge me, but the other part wants to bend her over the desk.

"No.  I don't think I will."  She stands back up.  "That's what I fucking thought."  She starts to walk away.  "Your ass looks great, by the way."  I reply with a smirk.  "Pig."