Disclaimer: I do not own Waterloo Road
Hey Readers! This is my first Waterloo Road fiction for a few years now. It's a Lorraine and Michael pairing. I don't know what people feel about them as a pair cos I haven't found any stories with this pairing. Anyways this idea has been floating around my head for a while, so I thought I'd give it a go. Reviews would be greatly appreciated as there are literally no other stories with this paring. Love it, hate it or not even sure please let me know. If there is enough interest I'll continue it. Thanks
Less Than Proffessional
"Alright, look I gotta run, I've got a meeting in half an hour, see ya later Michael." Lorraine smiled briefly before leaving his office. He watched as her hair swished and caught the light and click clacking of sound of her heels disappeared.
Michael sat back in his chair behind his desk and let out a long sigh, as he did nearly every time Lorraine left him alone in a room, as if somehow this would salvage the situation he had begun to find himself in. It of course had no effect whatsoever. He felt utterly confused about the whole thing, which was a feeling he neither welcomed nor felt often. He hated it. He knew that it would certainly be frowned upon, but there was no law against it...anymore, it would have perhaps been easier if there was. But there wasn't, there was just straight up disapproval. When he really thought about it, it was ridiculous. Lorraine was a former pupil of his; he had made a difference to her when she was at school. She probably viewed him as her favourite teacher, and now perhaps a business partner, he really should do the same, but it was already too late, the fantasies had formed and his mind was already polluted with thoughts that were less than professional.
Michael wasn't stupid, he knew that Lorraine was an attractive woman and that was apparent even when she was a girl. Her face was very well structured and extremely symmetrical. Her skin had always been clear, even as a teenager and her eyes were bright, with long, provocative lashes. Her lips were pink and full, her once mildly irritating smirk had now somehow become an almost seductive smile. Her hair was very shiny, far more so than it had been in school and she had allowed her hair a more natural looking colour, which suited her well. Her body was slender and perfectly proportioned. She had filled out in all the right places, just the right amount, and this was not lost on Michael. The fact that Michael knew he had noticed all these things was a very worrying thought, and he was worried further that afternoon on noticing the tightness in his trousers, that was conveniently hidden from Lorraine's view behind his desk. But Michael was stuck with this problem now, very stuck. He couldn't stop thinking about Lorraine and he worked with Lorraine all the time. He went for lunch and dinner with Lorraine sometimes too, and drinks, what if he got drunk and accidentally told her that he was attracted to her, or worse what if actually kissed her. If she didn't fire him, it would still cause a lot of awkwardness in their working relationship and end any other kind of relationships, like friendship. Michael really didn't know what to do.