Love Assistant / Venable Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Call me Boss

*Y/N POV*

While walking down the halls, following this outstanding purple woman, I can't keep my eyes off of her behind. Scanning her backside from head to toe, I notice that even her hair tie is in a light shade of purple. Wandering downwards my gaze briefly stops at her small waist before landing on that tight ass, that she sways more than necessary, but I'm not complaining.

"You haven't mentioned the reason for this unscheduled appointment," I speak up, my voice building another layer of sound over the clacking of her heels and her cane on the hard floor.

"Cunningly observed... " the woman notices in a bitchy tone, without making an effort to answer my implemented question.

"So?" I am slowly losing my patience here. Who does this purple freak think she is...

"If you were entitled to find out the reasons for the meeting in advance, I would have already disclosed that information," she answers calmly, almost annoyed. I bet she doesn't know the reason either. I am looking right through your bullshit, smart-ass lady...

After an endless hallway with long and small floor-to-ceiling windows, but no doors, we arrive in a plain anteroom. A lonely desk is standing in the middle of the room, on it a purple laptop. Must be her working place then, I assume and I am right. Oh, so a secretary is above me in hierarchy, ehm. You must be delusional, lady...

With a few strong steps she walks around the desk, sitting down, not sparing me a single look or explanation, leaving me standing as if I am some school girl that is waiting for further instructions from the principal. Oh, but you're no principal, purple bitch...

With her semi gloved and perfectly manicured hand, she points to the door on her left, "you are expected." She emphasizes her statement with one final stump of her cane.

I shouldn't do it, but this woman has done nothing but provoke me, so I say, "wouldn't it be your job to open the door for me? Since you are such a powerful... secretary." A slight grin floods my facial expression as I point towards the door. Two can play this game, and I'm a great player, purple...

"Pardon me," she answers and if looks could kill, I'd be past hell by now. She is about to stand up leaning onto her cane, probably to get on the same level for arguing with me.

"Oh don't try too hard, I'll find the way," I say in a bitchy tone, leaving her boiling in her internal simmering anger.

While I approach the door I realize it's magnetically locked. Shit. I look back at her, having to admit defeat, and she's displaying a massive ironic smile, "say please..." she down talks to me.

"Or, I can just leave... but I don't think your bosses would appreciate that..." I try to not comply with her little ordering around.

"You mean, our bosses?" she chuckles, not giving away the slightest indication of reprisal fear.

I swallow my pride hard and fake a submissive smile, "would you be so kind as to open the door?" I say, to which Purple twitches her eyes waiting for the secret word... "Please..." I finally say and she grins, victorious.

"Not so hard, was it?" she brags.

When entering the lab, both Jeff and Mutt are completely absorbed in the newly perfected Handjob robotic toy that my department delivered as requested just a couple days prior.

I hear her voice again, this time sounding over a speaker on the other side of the room. "It is here," the woman warns my bosses and I wonder if she is always this pissed. It? What am I, a package?