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Albert Wesker to most seemed like the pinicle of a arrogant, rigid individual. His posture was always just as immaculate as his perfectly slicked back hair which, combined with his dark glasses and vaguly permanent scowl that, while tethering on the neutral, gave two impressions.
Firstly that you could never tell what he was thinking or feeling about a given situation, except that he was notably intelligent and unaffected. Secondly that he was put together. Always in total, complete control.
Even without noticing the peculiar way the light caught in his eyes with a burning orange hue, those, who found themselves in his company, found his towering, leather-clad form to be an imposing figure. Most women, men or individuals inbetween or outside who found Albert sparked heat in their core, fantasised about a dominant and controlling man, that would not only take charge, but downright damage the bedframe.
The more 'helplessly romantic' types might think that somewhere under his cold exterior, driven by personal, uniform motives, lay a yet to be seen gentleness. That they could make his touches soft and their time together sweet.
All this may as well be true but his elitist and egotistical behaviour really stopped anyone for considering him for more then a passing fancy or one-night stand. Albert Wesker considered himself above that type of thing so that score remained a perfectly rounded zero.
That is until you rolled onto the scene. Introduced as an unnotable security detail, you doubt he paid you much mind but you were simply enchanted. That long black leather trenchcoat? Wearing sunglasses indoors, I mean he probably had an eye condition, you weren't one to judge but it sure secretly did something for you.
Something about his greater then thy attitude, combined with that matrix chique made him seem downright bratty as he told, no-comannded you get out of the way.
You were shorter and all around filled with more soft edges then the man you continuously kept stealing glances of. But you were nothing if not ambitious and you did love a challenge. That's why you took this job after all, though where your loyalties truly lay?
Well that was for you to know and others to not find out, until it was too late. Back to the matter at hand, any man who stood with that distinct stiff stick-up-the-ass posture could definitely do with some relaxation. To give up that complete control of a situation, of themselves. So you had a plan.
Get him alone, get him to loosen up and maybe propose the offer. Of course asking a higher up who could essentially act as your boss whether he 'likes it up the ass and would like that from you', a seemingly miniscule stranger, was not going to be easy. You got the impression that he didn't trust easily and his reputation of being a hard lay preceeded him.
You thought this idea would always stay in your pleasant daydreams category.
Time passed, lives were lost and changed forever. You aged a year or two, your life goals and aspirations fluctuating, developing. Relationships started and ended. You found yourself at a unimportant hotel bar, nursing a, while overpriced, semi-good mixed drink as you tried to dissociate from the frankly exhausting week you just had.
As you let your eyes meander around the room you suddenly felt the chair beside you squeak and as you turn your head you're eyes became acquaintanced with the familiar dark glasses.
Somewhat lamely, you thew in a casual 'surprising to meet you here' line to which he responded to with an appropriately disintrested grunt.
Or perhaps it was a tired noise as you really took in his appearance. His famous leather coat seemed to have lost some of it shine as if it hasn't been kept up in the last while. His usually crisply gelled hair has a few loose strands. He finished ordering his drink.
'So what brings your around to these parts? Work I'm assuming, ' you questioned, desperately to start some sort of conversation as the short silence was starting to feel as bit tense. 'What's gotten you all interested? I remember you having been fired.' He somewhat muttered as his drink had arrived and he urgently shot back a mouthful. 'Well in my defense I didn't know that was his daughter! And I thought we ended it on good terms Alb- ahem, Sir, ' you decided on a more formal referral, not willing to agitate him, unsure of where the line is drawn.
Surprisingly, 'shame she let her personal opinion flow into her professional life in that way. You seemed like a...competent worker at least, ' safe to say you were surprised, expecting some reprimand for your behaviour. Work and relationships could get messy after all and you could have done better and not dabbled in such. Oh well, it was in the past now. You let him know as much. He didn't offer much feedback.
'If you must know I'm attendance family business though it's been, ' he hesitated, 'an inconvenient affair.'
'Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, ' you weren't sure where to go from here, it didn't seem like he'd elaborate or want to be pushed to do so.
He took another swig from his glasses, with some delayed shock you realized he was giving you a classic look up and down. 'Yes it appears I have to, ' he cleared his throat 'I have to find someplace else to stay the night.' Was he actually implying what you thought he was?
Well, there was one way to find out.
'I mean,' gaining some confidence as he seemed to be hanging on your words, 'I have a room here, ' with a, hopefuly seductive, wink you added 'if you don't mind sharing the bed that is.' Maybe it was the two cocktails on a mostly empty stomach or the possibility of on old fantasy coming true, you leaned closer to his ear ,even as he seemed a tad bit startled, ' you'd look nice on their fancy silk sheets, ' you whispered, almost purring before starting to chuckle a bit at your own audacity.
For a minute he froze and you almost started to worry you completely misunderstood the situation, getting ready to apologise extensively and hope you got to see daylight again when he, nodded?
'Yeah? ' You asked for clarification, still not quite believing the reality infront of you. 'After we finish our drinks, this place is overpriced, it'd be a waste.' His remark was followed by him savouring a sip of what you guessed was fine whiskey, showoff. The he was directing his shades onto you once more. You took a swig of your poison, mentally thanking for it's added liquid courage.
You lapsed into a gentle, unchallenged conversation. Both sides exchanging small humours tales as you both leaned closer. Soon your thighs were touching under the table. In another daring move you softly sneaked a hand just placing it on his leg. He was judging you behind those brand frames.
You grinned and tilted your head and something inside him must've finally resolved or snapped. Some tension in his face dropped while his dexterous fingers tensed around the glass.
In one go he threw back the rest of your drink, turning an eyebrow up at your glass. You followed his example. He threw money on the counter and stood up, his figure casting you in shadow from the dimmed lights of the bar.
'Lets go then handsome, ' you tried to loosen up your demeanour. Standing up and gently placing a hand on his waste as you lightly showed him the way to your hotel room, endlessly suprised that he allowed it. Unbeknown to you, he was quite astounded on his part. But perhaps this is something you both need right now.