Josette rushed into your office without even knocking, and in one exhale she spurted out:

"He'satthedoorheisoutsidewaitinghewantstotalk!"

"Huh? Who? What? Josette I can't-... " You were interrupted when you tried to get a proper explanation from your assistant. 

"She made her best to inform you of my arrival, I am sure." Bruce Wayne stepped into your office with one hand in his pocket and a playful smile on his lips. Josette held back a squeal and then hurried out of the office.  While he began walking around inspecting your office you turned back to your computer and closed down the email he sent a week ago, and instead took up something work related, pretending to ignore his presence.

"Quite time consuming work, hm?" He stated, picking up a framed picture on one of your drawers.

"You didn't schedule a meeting." You replied, refusing to admit you weren't all to opposing to his sudden appearance. 

"You schedule meetings with friends as well?" He turned around and arched an eyebrow, looking sly.

Finally you looked up at him, "We're friend's now?"

"I'm hurt. You don't consider us friends?"

"Perhaps I'll let this one slip then." You locked your computer and pushed yourself up from the chair; walking over to the drawer you gently took the frame out of his hand and placed it down then proceeding to meet his stare.  You were close now, perhaps too close for your comfort. For what felt like minutes of silence you simply stood and stared at each other, as if some silent, mental competition went down for dominance. Eventually he moved himself sideways in order to lean against the drawer and look out over the office instead. You proceeded to doing the same as it felt appropriate. 

"There will be another Mister Important party." He said, "I hope I'll see you there?"

So that's why he came around, to once again force me to those overrated parties of his.
"Depends, when is it?"

"This Friday, same place as last time. Feel free to bring Josette again."

"How d-.. Right. Very well, if it fits in the calendar I'll be there."

"I'm sure you will." He looked down at you with those last words and gave a reassuring smile, as if he already knew you'd turn up, then bid goodbye and left the office. Shortly afterwards Josette came in.

"What did he say?" 

"Are you busy this Friday?" You took up your calendar and marked the day.

"No, why?" She looked curiously at you, attempting to peek at your calendar. 

"Another party."

"What? OH!" She shined up, "That's why he came by, to personally invite you again!"

Attempting to shrug it off you pointed out that there was plenty of work to do. And you were quite correct. A big business had to be run with a lot of focused work. 
For the entire week you diligently ran the company with constant meetings and hard focus. It also paid off, you noticed in the results by the end of the week, and you felt quite satisfied with it. On the afternoon, Josette tip toed in to your office to remind you that you probably should close down and take an extra hour to get ready. Agreeing, you closed down and took your car back home.
You had decided for another black dress, but decided to be somewhat more daring this time around. The open back remained, but instead of the almost no existing cleavage on the last dress, this one rounded neatly up on your chest. Additional silver details came along, not only on the dress but as well in the jewelry. After seeing to your hair, you stood in front of the mirror, happy with the results. It was definitely a "wow" outfit, but not much more than that. You didn't want to stand out in a negative way. Forty minutes before the party you met up with Josette to meet up with the driver and go together. Like the last time, you joined the party with some of the later people, and when you exited the elevator it was already filled with people and music flowing. You excused Josette who went into the crowd to meet up with her mysterious bachelor, and like last time went to the window. However, as you came closer, you spotted how someone was already sitting there. It was Wayne. Had he been waiting? You sat down beside him,

"Seems you found my spot."

He looked at you and smiled, "Wasn't aware I had lost parts of my flat."

"No? I certainly remember sending information about it." You smiled slyly. "Not my fault you missed it."

"Well, considering we're now sharing the ownership of this flat, why don't we actually introduce each other? I believe we missed that part." He smiled and held out his hand for yours to take, and as you did you felt how like an electric spark thrilled through your body, awaking the butterflies in your abdomen. Like Frankenstein's monster, you thought sarcastically.

"Bruce Wayne. A pleasure to meet you, miss...?"

"Y/N Y/S. The pleasure is all mine, Mister Wayne." Your hands remained in touch for a few seconds longer before letting go, and you both returned to the seats. The loud chattering seemed to lower in volume and you noticed how couples began pairing up to dance to the elegant music. Before you could get nervous about it, Bruce stood up beside you and held out his hand,

"May I ask the lady for a dance?" He smiled towards you. Unable to hinder yourself you smiled back and accepted his hand. Now you felt how the nervousness started to catch up to you because you noticed how nearly everyone in the room threw looks. Some curious, other jealous. But before you could escape you had reached the floor and Bruce placed his warm hand against your back, moving you into position. Suddenly you became very aware of the open back on your dress, and as much as you'd like to curse yourself for picking such a bad choice, you couldn't help but to be happy about it.  And then you began to dance. You felt how the agitated state melted off and you could actually enjoy the situation. Bruce lead you with elegance and confidence. Without having to think too much about it, you instantly had chemistry in the movements. It had been long since you danced waltz, taking those classes when you were lacking of things to do. You truly thanked your past self for that decision. Yet... he was close now. That alluring scent of his was palpable, as if clouding your senses. When the dance came to a close, he pulled you closer like snatching a hug before making the final twirl. Your sudden fear of being forced to face the awkwardness of "afterwards" was however soothed as a tranquil song came on that allowed continued dancing. He moved both of his hands to your back down and began a well maneuvered slow dance.

"Say, Miss Y/S, would you like a tour of the flat?" He almost whispered in your ear. Your previous self control was long gone, and replaced by the butterflies, except this time you had them under your command.

"That would be wonderful, Mister Wayne." You replied in an equally hushed tone. He danced you to the edge of the floor before letting you go. 

"Shall we..?" He motioned you to follow, smiling...

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