It doesn't work. My mind keeps wondering to the dangerous Nixon Hawk. I try to keep up with what everyone is saying, but I still miss big chunks of the conversation. Roman periodically looks to where I am sitting, with a curious look on his face.

"DeeDee, are you feeling okay?" he inquires, after what feels like the hundredth look at me, narrowing his eyes.

I clear my throat and move the dark, powerful gaze out of my head.

"Yeah," I tell him with a small smile. I look down at my notepad with a blush staining my cheeks.

Roman's stare has me feeling like he knows what I did, and am now thinking about. I shift in my seat, crossing my ankles. After another glance at me, he continues his meeting which seems to be going at a snail's pace.

The meeting eventually ends, which I am thankful for because my hand was starting to cramp. I try to leave the office, under the pretenses that I need to start typing the report up, before Roman can stop me and ask me questions.

Unfortunately, I don't make it very far before he calls me back just as I reach for the door handle. I turn back around and sit down in a chair situated in front of his desk. Before my view is obscured by Roman's chair, I catch a glimpse of the yard out of Roman's window.

The orange-clothed inmates all make their way to the gates leading back into the building. I check my watch to see that their two hours are up on the yard as it's 4:57 p.m.. They will now be making their way to the mess hall.

"What's wrong with you today?" Roman asks, leaning his elbows on the desk in front of him.

"Nothing." I assure him.

"Did something happen?"

Yes, I was attracted to a murderer, and now I'm scared you know. I repeatedly tell myself that it's impossible for him to know unless he could read my mind, which he can't.

"No."

"You better not have missed anything we said because of you zoning out," he comments, looking down at his desk, letting me know that our conversation is over.

I push myself up, and walk back to the door. I hear Roman get up out of his seat, causing me to freeze thinking that he's not finished with me yet. I look over my shoulder to see he's going to the filing cabinet. I pull the door open as Roman unlocks the drawers. I step out into the corridor as I hear Roman pull the drawer open. I pause when I hear Roman make a confused noise.

"DeeDee!" he calls.

I grimace as I turn. "Yes?

"Why aren't these filed properly?" he asks, picking out the files I shoved into the spaces I could, and showing them to me.

"Oh... Uh..." I start not knowing what to say. He stares at me waiting for an answer with one of his caramel brown eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Sorry, my head was starting to hurt towards the end," I tell him honestly. He sighs and turns back to the filing cabinet.

"Go, I'll sort this mess you made out."

I roll my eyes; a few misplaced files is hardly a mess, but I don't object as I continue out of the room.

I enter my office, and put the notepad down on my desk. I look at what they want me to do, and see that it's not a lot. I groan and flex my hands, trying to encourage them to type out the report.

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As I move the mouse on the screen to print my work, I lean my head on my hand and close my eyes momentarily, trying to battle the pain in my head. Once the pages are printed, I gather my bag, putting it on my shoulder as I walk out of my office, turning the light off as I go. I lock the door before knocking on Roman's.

"Yes?" he calls shortly, telling me that he's not in the best mood. I open the door, and show him the report.

"I've finished it, and am now going home. How much longer do you think you'll be?" I inquire as I put the report down on his desk.

He runs his hand through his hair before answering. "A while."

"Okay, I'll leave your dinner in the oven," I let him know, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

Before I can make contact with his skin he turns so his lips touch mine. I grimace, and wait for it to be over. When he pulls away I give him a forced smile before making my way back to the door.

"Bye, don't stay too late," I call over my shoulder as I exit.

I close the door behind me, and lean against it as I close my eyes. I don't feel anything you should when we kiss except for repulsion. A picture of a dark, dangerous man comes into my mind. I wonder what it would be like to kiss his pink lips.

My heart starts to beat faster, and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I exhale, trying to get the color in my cheeks to lessen before I walk towards the exit. I take my phone out as I walk and look up a number for a taxi, before calling it. I notice a guard waiting for me as I come to the end of the corridor, and nod my head in greeting. As supper has finished, most of the inmates are sitting outside their cells doing a variety of activities. As always, when they notice me, there are wolf whistles and shouts, which are stopped abruptly by the guard I'm walking with.

"Cut it out!" he shouts.

I hang up with the very confused dispatcher for the taxi company, and put my phone back in my bag. As we walk, I study the inmates who are now going back to what they were doing (a couple of them sneaking glances back), hoping for a glimpse of Nixon Hawk.

I don't know why I have such an obsession with him. Maybe it was the fact that he's one of the first men that I am attracted to, and that he is the exact opposite of what Roman is. I was attracted to Rex, but not nearly as much as Nixon. The danger of going against Roman and what Nixon is, being what Roman hates the most, is thrilling.

Unfortunately, I make it to the exit door without a glimpse of him. I say farewell to the guard and make my way out of the prison.

A short taxi ride later, I clamber out of the vehicle, paying the fare. I look around the parking lot, until I find my car. I'm relieved to see that it's exactly where, and how, I left it. I unlock it, and get in. I twist the key to get it started, but only get a splutter from my engine in response. I groan, before twisting it again, willing it to start. After a few more attempts it finally decides to start up.

I arrive home and empty my bag, before going up to the bathroom and rifling through the cupboards to find some painkillers. I take a couple before going back out to my room, then change out of my work clothes into some comfier ones. I settle down on the couch, turning the television on. I lean against the arm and lose myself in the show.

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I must have fallen asleep, after the long and busy day, as the next thing I know Roman is home. I jolt awake when I hear the door open. I quickly turn the TV off, and rush to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes. I look at the clock on the wall, and see that it's 8:30. I look around, trying to decide what to do, as I hear Roman walking towards me. I grab a pack of pasta, and a pan.

"DeeDee, what are you doing?" Roman asks as he enters the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Making dinner." I smile. He narrows his eyes.

"Didn't you cook it earlier?" he asks, going to the fridge.

"No, I thought I would wait for you so we could have it together," I tell him turning back to the stove.

"Why didn't you make it earlier? Were you out?" he inquires, seemingly innocently.

"No. Well, I went to get my car, but I've been here ever since," I tell him lightly, filling the pan with water.

"Has anyone been here?" he asks, getting more suspicious. I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"No!" I say firmly. "I fell asleep on the couch, and when I heard you come home I came in here to cook us dinner."

He scoffs shaking his head.

"I'm not an idiot! I know when I'm being lied to."

I look down to his hand to see if it's twitching, but I see that it's still, thankfully. He grunts, before turning, and walking out of the kitchen.

"I'm going out," he grumbles.

I don't know where he goes when he leaves since he doesn't have a car. It's only on rare occasions, but at least he isn't taking his anger out on me. I inhale deeply, letting my shoulders fall, before turning back to the stove.

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