{ a/n- NSFW and this is based off the lovely written fic "We Work Together" by itsgrace___ }
Third Person POV
"Mr. See?" A voice calls, looking around for the dark haired man waiting anxiously outside the head of firm's office. "Miss Helbig will see you now." The receptionist points to the dark oak door emblazoned with the firm's logo. Chester smooths his suit, straightens his tie, and walks nervously to the door. He's lucky to even have an oppurtunity to apply for a position at this firm. Almost no first time lawyers are accepted into office; it's word that this Miss Helbig is very picky about the lawyers who work under her name.
Chester pushes the door open and the woman he finds waiting at the desk is not at all what he had envisaged. He had imagined her to be stern looking, with cold eyes and not even a hint of a smile on her face. But this woman, she's not any of those things. She's waiting behind the desk with a warm, welcoming smile spread across her face and her bright, brown eyes are joyful. Her shoulder length, honey coloured hair falls in waves. And Chester can't help but glance at the tight, low cut, white top under a navy blue blazer she's wearing.
"Hello Mr. See. I'm Miss Helbig." She greets, her voice less like the bitter ice Chester envisioned and more like sweet sugar. "May I see your résumé?" Chester hands her the neatly organised résumé and as their hands brush, his face flushes with colour. Miss Helbig looks through the pages, reading intently. As she's studying his credentials Chester is studying her. Her cheekbones are visible and accentuated by the light filtering in through the glass window pane looking out to Los Angeles. Her cheeks have a rosy blush and her lips are coloured a scarlet red. She's beautiful, but obviously off limits.
"You are a Harvard graduate?" She asks, looking back to him. He tries to answer but she's catching him off guard. He didn't expect her to be so pretty.
"Uh, yes. Yes I am." He answers, his voice strained. Nevertheless, Miss Helbig flashes him another grin.
"That's quite impressive. In fact, all of your credentials are quite impressive." She assesses. She looks at him intently, trying to figure something out. "How open would you be to beginning tomorrow, on a probono case? I can second chair, to review your skills further and determine whether you would be an asset to this company."
"I would love to work on a case. Thank you for the oppurtunity, Miss Helbig." Chester gushes, reaching a hand to shake his seniority's.
"I'm glad." She replies, shaking his hand firmly. Chester rises and is about to shut the door behind him when Miss Helbig calls something else out to him. "And by the way, Mr. See, you can call me Grace."
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The next day Grace and Chester meet with their client. A small, meek woman is sat in Chester's make shift office when he arrives, Grace sitting opposite her. Chester comes into the office, picking up a notepad and pen quickly and sitting beside Grace. His arm brushes Grace's and his hand rests awkwardly on her thigh. He hurriedly pulls it away and embrassedly looks at the floor.
The two of them talk with the client, planning to take her case against the school board for her transgender daughter's right to use the women's restroom to court the following day. Chester writes down all the key notes and tries to give his full attention to the client, but it's hard to focus properly when Grace is sitting beside him. Why must she wear such form fitting suits, her skirt pulled taught against her hips and her tight top showing him her curves and breasts? It's not something he wants to be thinking about his boss, but honestly he can't help it.
"Do you think you could email me those notes, so I can prepare for tomorrow?" Grace asks as she's leaving his office.
"Of course." Chester replies. "I'll need your email address though." Grace takes a pen from his pen pot and scribbles her email on his notepad in large, loopy handwriting.
"There you are." She says, smiling before departing his office.
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The case goes very well; the judge seeks sympathetic with their cause. Grace lets Chester take the reins, delivering all the evidence and the closing arguments. She seems to still be impressed with him. After the final ruling from the judge, in the plantives favour, Grace takes Chester aside.
"I would love to have you on our firm full time, if you'd still like to work for us." Grace tells him. Chester's eyes light up.
"I would love to. Thank you, Grace." He stammers, still trying to calm his nerves from being so close to her. He holds a hand out for a hand shake but she reaches out to hug him. He hugs her cautiously, feeling her body heat radiating onto him.
"Why don't you join me and the rest of the staff at the bar next door for drinks, to celebrate your big win." Grace mentions as they being walking towards the elevator.
"Of course." Chester agrees easily. Many shots and cocktails later, Grace is slurring her words and stumbling with each step. Chester is slightly more sober, only on the tipsy side of being drunk.
"I think I forgot something at the office." Grace mutters.
"I'll take you, you're too drunk to get there on your own." Chester offers, lending a hand. They go back to the office complex and up to the second floor. Grace meanders into the staff lounge, looking for whatever she needs to find. With nothing in hand she turns back to face him, her eyes wide and pupils enlarged.
"Damn." Is all that comes from her mouth.
"What?" Chester asks, unsure as to what she means. In leu of a response she presses her lips hungrily to his, pressing him down and onto the couch. He kisses back, equally passionate and desiring. Grace fumbles with his tie but manages it off, ripping open is button up and yanking off his top. Chester slides her skirt off and flings away her top and jacket. His briefs and trousers come down as Grace's thin undergarments are dropped.
Chester trails from her lips to her jaw to her neck, leaving red marks everywhere his lips press against her hot skin. Her eases in her gently and she digs her nails into his soft skin. Letting out a moan he presses farther.
"Fucking hell." Grace gasps, arching her back in anticipation and pleasure. She climaxes quickly, her head rocking back and a groan escaping her lips. They lie there afterwards, she incased in his embrace. "I know it wasn't exactly professional," she mumbles. "but I didn't mind it."
"Me neither. I didn't mind it all." Chester agrees, kissing her lips softly.
