𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ elaine; assistant

"Miss Markinson, Jerry's on the line." I call.

"Thank you, Y/N." She replies, glancing at me briefly. I smile and leave the room, resuming my normal duties. Emailing potential businesses for planned partnerships as per Miss Markinson's request, replying to emails and setting up meetings. Normal assistant things. A few hours pass, and I leave to get lunch. Seeing Miss Markinson is still busy, and I also go to buy her food. When I return, I knock softly before entering and leaving her food and a drink on the desk. She's in the middle of a heated argument but still manages to give me a grateful smile. I go back to my desk and resume my work.

Honestly, Elaine deserves this company, Mr Rusk is always slacking and leaving her to do the work. She takes the most calls and attends the most meetings. I would know I have to organise her schedule. On one of my lunch breaks, I went to see Rusk's new assistant, and he showed me his schedule. Richard only had to attend one meeting for the whole week. Elaine was attending nine in total.

I finish up with work and go to check in on Miss Markinson before I leave. I knock twice before peeking my head around the door. "Miss Markinson, I'm leaving now. I'm just checking. You don't need anything?"

"Would it be bad if I did?" She questions, a smirk on her lips. I feed into her usual game.

"No, ask away."

"I need you to come with me to a gathering in Russia. I'll pay for your clothes, whatever you want -"

"When is it?" I cut her off. Whenever she says gathering, it's usually a meeting over dinner and then an after-party with a bunch of white cis male entrepreneurs. Not exactly my scene, but if Elaine asks, I do.

"Tonight...or well we leave tonight...." she grimaces, as if it would put me off. I stare into her blue eyes for a moment before answering. She's more nervous than usual, which indicates the importance of my presence.

"Pick me up from mine at 8?"

"You're a life saver. Thank you, Y/N. Here's my card, go buy yourself something nice." She hands me her card, and I take it.

"Any specific dress code, colour?" I question as she usually has something in mind for these events.

"No, but I'm wearing a black suit if that helps any?"

"I'll message you my address." I say, walking out the door.

I get into my car, text her my address, and go shopping. It doesn't take long to find something suitable and hopefully she doesn't mind that I bought a whole outfit. Shoes, accessories, and all.
When I got home I put it neatly into my suitcase as well as some extra clothes, toiletries and makeup. I grab my backpack for the flight and pack my book, computer, and headphones. May as well catch up on some work.

Checking the time I see I have an hour before she gets here, I check the flight time for the USA to Russia. It's 8 hours 30 mins. I hate long flights, but oh well. Before I know it, it's time, and the doorbell rings. I bring my suitcase and bag downstairs and unlock the door. Elaine is there with an uncertain smile. I smile back in reassurance and silently put my luggage in the boot.

Soon enough, we're on the plane to Russia. I'm typing away on my computer with Eliane's head resting on my shoulder, her light breathing hot on my neck. I tuck a few loose strands out of her face and continue. We land and check in at the hotel.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 9, we can go to breakfast?" She questions as if I'm going to disappear overnight.

"Goodnight, Miss Markinson. See you tomorrow." I go to close my door, but she stops it with her hand.

"Please, call me Elaine." She whispers in my ear before kissing me on the cheek and closing her door. I stood frozen before I snapped back to my senses. As soon as the door closes, I collapse onto the bed and drift off to sleep.

The day passes relatively quickly, and before I know it, I'm getting ready for the meeting. We're going to eat at some fancy restaurant with this man and then to a 'gathering' with lots more... you guessed it, men.

I pull on my outfit: medusa aevitas platform pumps, translucent black tights, a v neck long sleeved black mini dress, and matching rhinestone silver jewelry. I apply my signature makeup and hair and knock on Elaine's door.

She opens almost immediately, and I can't help but stare. Seems neither can she. She wears a tailored black suit with a white shirt, which has three buttons undone, revealing her bargaining chip - cleavage. I take a breath and smile.

"You ready to go?" I almost whisper.

"Yep." She struggles out.

Throughout the dinner, I feel her eyes roaming my body, but hers aren't the only ones. I hide a grimace and plaster a fake smile on my face. Whatever this was about, I didn't care to listen and let Markinson do her job. Whatever it was, we got it as per usual, and we finally left the endless dinner. We get into the car, but instead of heading to our next location, Elaine starts to drive back to the hotel.

"Elaine, why are we -"

"You've been driving me crazy in that dress all evening. You really think I'm going to let any more men oggle at what's mine?" She snaps. Her hand finds my thigh, and she starts to lift my dress. I swipe her hand away but can help the restless feeling in my stomach. It grows by the minute. We get to the hotel, and I make a b-line to my door only for it to be caught and for her to walk in.

I turn to face her, and she crashes her lips into mine. Her hands tug at my clothing, teeth biting at my lip. My hands find her hair, and what was once orderly and neat becomes undone in my grip. I didn't know I wanted this, but now I've tasted it. I don't ever want to not have it. Something I thought to be intangible right here under my gaze.

Her lips stayed on mine for the rest of that night, and when they weren't, they explored the rest of my body. Her existence brought pure bliss and ecstasy.

I'm so lucky to be her assistant.