A/N: Bit of a longer chapter.....
Y/N POV:
I spot Vera at the door of Natashas office, she said something I couldn't quite hear.
"Vera?" I wave.
She looks at me like a deer in headlights, "I was just leaving," she says hurriedly.
"No, you don't have to," My voice gets softer as she continues to walk away.
"How was the interview?" Natasha asks opening up her lap for me to sit in.
"There is champagne all over my Mcqueen rug," I say through my teeth sitting down.
Her face instantly changes and pulls my shirt to her nose.
"You've been smoking," She says shocked.
"I was almost killed, give me a break," I repeat the words I said to my dad.
"You're a bad girl Miss Phoenix," She pulls me in by the shirt for a kiss.
"I told them about you," I pull away from the kiss for a moment to say, she kisses down my neck.
"Really? Does that mean we can do this in public now?" She opens up my legs and rubs her hands down from my breast, past my stomach, and into my pants.
"I'd like to keep this to myself," I throw my head back and lay it on her shoulder. My hand pushes her fingers harder onto my clit while she circles over it. Her other hand squeezed one of my breasts. I buck my hips to give her some friction, I could feel her heavy inhale and exhale as she lightly kisses my neck.
"Vogue!" My mother storms in screaming. Natasha quickly takes her hand out of my pants and I jolt up from her lap.
"Mom," I scream in frustration,
"They haven't even asked me yet Y/N, how come you didn't tell me?" She goes on ranting about how I don't tell her anything.
"Why doesn't anybody knock anymore?" I say quietly as she continues, "It's just," I knock 3 times on Natasha's wooden desk.
"It was so sudden Amanda, Wanda set it up not so long ago," Natasha defends, they had been on a first-name basis since the hospital.
"Wanda Maximoff?" My mother question looking over at me with the same look my dad gave me. "Can I talk to you out in the hall?"
I know what's coming, It's like my parents are the same person split into two.
"I don't want another Ede-" She whispers before I interrupt her.
"It's strictly business, She's great at what she does and I need her help. It's not like I'm some sex fiend." I throw my hands in the air.
She tilts her head, she looks dumbfounded, "Y/N..." she laughs.
"Let's just act like this never happened," I say, realizing that she knew exactly what was going on when she walked in.
"Agreed,"
I put my hand out for a handshake, she starts to reach for it then pulls back reluctantly. She grabs my wrist with her thumb and index finger and shakes it.
"Is that really necessary?" I say playfully annoyed.
"I think I have to go wash my hands," she looks down at them in the same tone as she turns around and walks away with her army of secret service agents.
"Love you," I say loudly.
"Tell Natasha to stop Djing in the office, I'll go and see you later" She screams back.
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Fanfiction"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a bo...
