His (Personal) Assistant

THE CHOICE

She went to work for Shivaay officially on January fourth. It was oddly comforting, being back in his offices. Most of the systems were in place, looking ignored for the most part, and she quickly picked up from what she'd been able to pick up after the last horrendous attempt at replacing her.

That thought made her smile. He seemed, literally, to be fucked in her absence. Luckily she had everything in order when they returned. The only difference from her last stint working for Shivaay was that her day started when his alarm went off at five, and she usually ended up showering with him. Despite retaining her flat, she still spent most of her time, at least during the week, at the handsome man's condo. She had even relented to taking ownership of a singular drawer in his built-ins and there was always a spare outfit in there. On weekends she went to her own apartment, usually with Shivaay in tow, and she made him take a drawer in her dresser in return.

For the next few weeks, all was well, and Annika soon grew used to her routine. Then came the International Dinner for the Ministry. As part of the Minister's staff, Shivaay had to go, and Annika was dreading going along. "Everyone's going to know," she finally said, the night before, still trying to catch her breath after he'd made love to her.

"Know what?" he murmured.

"That I'm-" she stopped herself. She couldn't finish that thought. "We're not public," she said instead.

"We don't need to be. You've gone with me before. You just need to be my assistant and point me in the direction of the people I need to talk to." Annika frowned at that. "And then I take you home and make you scream my name like you just did, honey," he rumbled, and smoothed a hand down her belly. Annika gasped, her arousal flaring again and arched into him as his hand went between her legs.

He looked surprised, but then his mouth found hers and, slipping a finger into her, he brought her to a breathless, perfect completion again. "Oh God you are entirely too good at this.," she rasped. His fingers were still within her and she groaned, writhing.

"Annika," he rumbled. Her body seemed determined to betray her.

"Shivaay," she purred, and his fingers rocked in and out of her, she sucked in a deep breath through her nose.

"You're killing me, Annika," he rumbled. She moaned, too far gone. He lavished her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then kissed his way slowly down her stomach. "Come again," he growled.

"I don't... I can't..." She whimpered, his mouth skating over the most sensitive place. "Oh God!"

"Yes, You can." he growled. "Mine."

"Yours," she breathed, and as his fingers curled against her g-spot, she lost herself for a third time, her body finally sated, limp and exhausted as she lay catching her breath.

"Annika," he murmured, hand smoothing down her back. "I..." She felt him take a breath. "I..."

"Me too," she breathed. She didn't know how she knew, but there was a soft warmth in her chest that felt suspiciously like that four-letter L-word she wasn't supposed to say. And if he didn't feel it the way she did, at least she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured, just as her brain disengaged into sleep.

The next evening found her in a beautiful dress she'd brought just for the ocassion, and Annika tried to appear as professional as possible. She barely even drank. After two hours, she was brutally aware of her arousal towards Shivaay. He'd, somehow against her better judgement, convinced her to go naked under her gown, and now that she was, she couldn't stop thinking about how easy it would be for him to simply slide her dress up and make love to her.