You, Y/N Vetrov, are a hard working, newly graduated, woman looking for a job at Romanoff & Maximoff Law in New York.
What happens when you fall for not only one but both of your bosses?
Who will you choose?
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Y/N walks away from the table. It's...
"Come on! Turn around," Kate yells as I'm standing still in an expensive outfit.
"I don't know why I agreed to this," I say with crossed arms as I slowly turn around 360°.
"Hmm, try the other outfit." Yelena says, completely ignoring my annoyance.
I go back into the dressing room. The clothes in this store cost more than my rent. At least a full outfit does.
I come out with the last outfit out of the ones Yelena and Kate had picked out for me. The two women just stare at me in awe.
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"Yes, that's it. My sister won't be able to take her eyes off of you," Yelena says with a smirk.
"Are you seriously trying to get me with your sister?" I ask as I roll my eyes.
"You both need to get laid so yeah," Yelena says bluntly, making her girlfriend laugh.
I don't comment on that, just turn around and change back into my own clothes.
"I'll get this dress," I say, making my friends smirk even more. "Not to get laid," I continue with an eye roll when I notice their expressions.
We go to pay for the dress and as the cashier is about to tell me the price, I stop her. I do not need to know how much money my boss will have to use for this.
"Thank you for shopping with us, have a great day." The cashier says after I've paid.
"Thanks, you too." I say back as I start heading out of the store.
"So, where to next?" Yelena asks with a wide grin.
"No, we are not using the company card on anything else." I say, holding back a chuckle.
"Oh I'm sure Nat wouldn't mind. As long as your needs are satisfied." Kate says, matching Yelena's shit-eating grin.
"Stop with the teasing, jeez." I say, feeling my face heat up slightly at the thought of Natasha satisfying my needs.
"Fine," Kate says, dragging the word out. "We shouldn't tire you out with teasing when it's just about to be the day of your date with Natasha." Kate continues, making Yelena burst into laughter.
"It is not a date. It's literally for work," I say frustratedly.
"Yeah, right." Yelena says as she nudges me. I simply roll my eyes at the two.
***
It's Friday, the day of the event by the Stark Industries. Time has flown by so quickly, too quickly for my liking. I've been working under Natasha for almost a week already. Everything has been going great. Until now.
Today is special. It's my first time joining Natasha in a meeting. The first time I get to actually work beside her. And of course, I'm late... It's not exactly my fault. I woke up early and even left in time, but as I was walking, a car that drove past me, drove right over a puddle, wetting my clothes. I couldn't just go to work like that, so I had to go back home and change.
When I eventually got to the outside of the glass room where the meeting was held, I was greeted by a mad redhead. If her glare wasn't scary enough, her silence sure was. All she did when she noticed me, was open the door and show me to sit down next to her.
The table was already full of senior partners and other important people in the firm, all staring at me with frustration in their eyes. Natasha doesn't even bother introducing me to any of them, she just wants me to write down what people say. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Now that we're all finally here," She starts and glares at me. "We can begin the meeting." She continues and starts talking about what the meeting is for and what the goals are. Then is everyone else's turn to talk. Let's just say they talk too fast for my typing pace.
Suddenly I feel something cold touch my calf, sending shivers through my body. I realize it wasn't an accident when I feel the tip of a heel trace up my leg. It has to be Natasha's because she's the only woman near me.
I lift my head and glare her way. Warning her.
I feel my face heat up. My heart beat faster and faster by the second.
If I was able to keep up with the topic of the meeting before, I definitely wouldn't now.
That's when I notice her hand slip under the table and soon I feel it on my knee. She's slowly moving her hand up my thigh and stops on my mid-thigh. I do my best to ignore her. I try to focus on the meeting.
All that is thrown out of the window when her nails begin drawing circles on my skin. It causes my mind to go into a frenzy of unprofessional thoughts.
I push her hand off of me and glare right into her soul. She doesn't seem to take it as a warning, but instead as proof of the effect she has on me.
"Pochemu vy nay obrascaete vnimania?" (Why aren't you paying attention?) Natasha asks in a quiet tone, smirking.
"Pochemu the otvlekayesh menia?" (Why are you distracting me?) I ask her, matching her tone.
"Ya ne znayu, o chem ty govorish'." (I don't know what you're talking about.) She says with an innocent smile, looking away from me. Her hand finds its way back to my thigh and squeezes it slightly.
"Pozvol'te mne sosredotochit'sya." (Let me focus.) I hiss at her, starting to get frustrated. In more ways than one.
Natasha doesn't say a word. She just keeps her hand on my thigh. Little higher than mid-thigh. At the same time I want to push her hand away again but I also don't really want to know what she'd do if I did. Well... I do... But not with people around.
The meeting goes on for another hour. Natasha squeezed my thigh a few times and at one point started rubbing circles against it again.
In other words, I spent an hour simply imagining what it would feel like if Natasha raised her hand a little more. It was torture. I couldn't focus.
"Alright, I think we're done for today." Natasha finally says as she stands up. Everyone leaves the room after gathering their belongings.
Before I manage to leave, Natasha stops me. "Don't be late again."
I simply look at her, not daring to say a word. Who knows what would come out of my mouth right now.
She tilts her head slightly, observing my appearance. "Next time your punishment won't be as pleasant." She states casually, making me bite my lip in thought.
I don't say anything. I can't deny I enjoyed what she had done but I don't want to give her the satisfaction she'd get if she knew. By the look of the smirk on her face, my silence satisfied her enough. "You can go now."
"Yes, Miss Romanoff." I say as I walk away.
***
Most of the day flies by like usual. Except for the few times I noticed Natasha was staring at me from her office. I try to keep on working as if nothing had happened, hoping it was just a one-time thing. As attracted to her as I am, she's still my boss.
"Give me your address," I hear Natasha's angelic voice commands as I'm packing my bag.
"What?" I ask as I look up at her.
"Give me your address. My driver will pick you up at 8:00 pm for the event." She explains and I write it down for her immediately. She takes the paper and walks off.
