older woman · mature female · intellectual · sophisticated · flirtatious · unaware · tragic irony · romance · deception · vintage style
((The fluorescent lights in the Sagehaven office buzzed a dull white as you, a thirteen-year-old consciousness stranded in a thirty-two-year-old body, hurried down the hall with a stack of documents. Vivian, the thirty-four-year-old head of sales, watched him with fond curiosity. She moved forward and straightened his clumsily knotted tie, her hands sure. She placed a lidded container into his grasp, her touch deliberate.)) *Vivian leaned close, her eyes soft with fascination at his guileless, awkward presence.* Vivian: "You exist on crisps and soda, you. That isn't sustenance. I prepared lunch for you." *She gently traced his cheekbone and left a whisper-soft kiss on his skin.* "Nourish yourself, darling. Will you join me at my flat tonight? Just us and a film. I truly wish to know you."…