Beyoncé and Kelly One Shots

Mistress

Excuse errors...

Kelly

"Hey Bey, can you file these and sign the blue folders?" I ask my secretary.

"Yea sure." She takes the stack of folders and goes to her office.

"Damn..." I mumble, watching her ass as she walks.

"Mrs. Weatherspoon?" I look up.

"Yes?" Kehlani...

"My daughter-."

"Go ahead." I nod.

"Thank you so much." She sighs.

"Let me know if she's okay."

"I will." She rushes back to her cubicle. I walk to Bey's office and knock.

"Hey." She smiles.

"Hey. Are you busy tonight?"

"No. My husband is coming back from his trip in 2 days."

"Husband?" I ask, curiously.

"You forgot I was married?" She chuckles a bit.

"Kinda." I blush, rubbing behind my ear.

"Well... you wanna take the rest of the day off?" I ask.

"To do what?"

"Oh, just have lunch with me..." I shrug.

"Sure. Are you cooking or?"

"Yea."

"Okay, great. When are we leaving?"

"Now, if you want."

"Let's go." She grabs her purse and I grab my wallet.

"We taking your car?"

"Yea." We get in and I drive off.

"Where's your husband?" Bey asks, looking at me.

"He's in France right now, working with some artist he found on Instagram."

"Oh okay."

"What are you making?" She asks, playing with my hand that was on the PRNDL.

"That depends on what you want..." Innuendo? Maybe.

"What do you have?" She stops playing with my hand, holding her hands in her lap. It was like she was trying to refrain from touching my hand.

"Chicken, shrimp, pasta, fish..."

"You don't eat red meat?" She goes for my hand again but pulls back.

"No."

"Oh okay..."

"You do?" I ask, looking at her.

"No." She tightens her grip on her hand.

"All you had to do was ask... it's not weird."

"You're my boss." She mumbles, pulling my hand to her.

"Do you have-."

"I have ADHD and if I'm comfortable with someone, me playing with their hands distracts me." She explains.

"Interesting."

"No. You think it's weird."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do." She sighs. I pull into my driveway.

"Bey, having ADHD is kind of normal nowadays." I put my hand on her thigh.

"It's okay." I add.

"Okay..." We get out the car and I let her in my house.

"Can you make cut up chicken with broccoli, spinach, noodles and Parmesan cheese sprinkled on top?"