Gentlemen Fanfic (Eddie x Susie)
PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES
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Susie Glass’s layers rivaled an onion, but with hardened surfaces like the earth’s own fucking mantle. A polished design of layered wools, tweed, velvets and silks, as though they could literally armor her against a consistent onslaught of fatuity-prone workmates. Eddie spent long moments dealing devilish ideas of unfurling her from these layers. He often soothed himself with the notion that a personal union could be possible without imploding their professional partnership.
He found himself seeking signs like a meteorologist to predict her temperature, (cooly aloof with a sixty percent chance of snark.) When she warmed, and her eyes revealed a playful gleam, it could set him on the edge of reason.
Like he called her forth with desire alone, the outline of her body emanated on the decorative glass frame of his study. Before she was even fully in the room, he smiled, “Hello Susan.”
“Evening Edward,” she returned and sashayed across the room in a perfectly tailored blue plaid suit he’d never seen. She planted herself in a chair across from Eddie.
The low light glinted off the amber bourbon Eddie poured into baccarat tumblers, “did you hear back from Brussels?”
“Our Belgian friends have a different timeline in mind and no sense of urgency. I reckon we’ll hear sometime next week.”
“Do you speak any Flemish?” The most successful way, he found, to get to know Susie Glass, was micro-information obtained in seemingly innocuous questions. That and surviving nazi twat machine-gun fire.
“Very little. Mostly vulgarities, really. I get by with French. You?”
“Not a word,” he rounded his desk, sat on the edge, and handed her the drink, eyeing her on-business demeanor.
She sipped, looking up at him through thick eyelashes and fringe, and his chest tightened slightly.
“Jack is doing well?”
Her countenance visibly lightened with her brother’s name, her azure eyes suddenly balmy, “he is indeed. Fortuitous you mentioning him.”
“How so?”
“I’ve a meeting tomorrow afternoon with an unpleasant but necessary gym owner. Thought you might like to join me.”
“I would like to join you, yes. A gym owner?”
“I’m looking to acquire a few more locations.”
“For Jack?”
“He isn’t ready to train, and I need to keep him busy, keep his mind occupied while he’s recovering. GlassKnuckle is a fine place, but his pride…he needs a bit of a fresh start. He’d be a good coach really,” she paused and smirked. “He’d be a shit awful manager, but I can outsource that to a degree. It’s the only environment I reckon will keep him contented until he can train again.”
Eddie nearly asked if fighting again was even a realistic possibility, but thought better of it. He didn’t want to squash the hopeful glimmer in her eyes or again draw attention to his own culpability in Jack’s condition.
Instead he asked, “who is this unpleasant Gym Owner?”
“Sugar Walsh. He owns three locations, and rumours abound he’s looking to unload them and retire.”
“What time tomorrow?”
“Two o’clock. You available then?”
“I’m not, unfortunately. I’m taking Chuckles and Junior to the doctor.”
“The doctor?” she leaned forward in concern.
“Just a scheduled check-up for the baby, but she asked me -“
“Of course,” she nodded, “you’re a good brother.”
“Mm. Yes, I try. Can we reschedule?”
“Had better not. As I said, he’s unpleasant as it is.”
She stared into her drink, her posture stiffening slightly, her body weighted again with some unknown problem-to-be-solved.
“Susie?”
She glanced up at him.
“Is there something -”
“- nothing I can’t handle,” she blinked softly.
“Of course,” he nodded again. “We should return around four pm tomorrow; would you like to have dinner with me, and we can discuss some overdue security upgrades?”
“Dinner with the Duke of Halstead. What shall I wear?”
“Something blue. Compliments your eyes.”
“Hm. Blue it is.” She swallowed the last of her drink and was gone before he could conjure a chaste enough reason for her to stay.
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