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Praise, age gap, mentions of alcohol,
alcohol consumption, etc...
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"You wished to see me, Governor?" You lightly knocked, poking your head into her office to find your boss sitting at her usual spot behind her desk.
"Yes, come in." She turned her hardened gaze to you. "Lock the door behind you." Click. You were already off to a good start. "Sit," she ordered next, motioning to the chair that sat directly in front of her desk. The same chair you sat yourself in without a moment of hesitation.
You had been her Deputy for a few months now, and Joan didn't waste a second in taking you under her protective wing. She saw your passion for your job, how hard you work, how hard you always try to please her.
Never asking questions. Never doubting her orders. Never leaving her side unless you were told to. Never letting her down.
The Governor admired you. The way you so easily fell in line. Always listening and obeying to her every order. You wanted to please her. Wanted to show her how good you were.
And Joan found out why within the very first few weeks of being Governor. She had asked you to stay late for drinks, and yes it was for her own benefit. She wanted in on all the secrets you knew about your coworkers, but her interest quickly turned to you when your drunken ramblings exposed your attraction to the older woman.
Joan had let out a much needed sigh, which caught your attention. Fingers fumbled with her tight bun, your eyes fixated on the way her fingers moved, then the way her hair fell to her shoulders. She shook her head and fingers slid through her hair, allowing the black and grey strands to fall preciously around her face.
"You're so beautiful..." you thought, but with your drunken state, you had said it aloud without knowing. Joan at first was shocked, did she really just hear that? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? No, her mind never played tricks. She heard you correctly.
But when her gaze fell back to you, your eyes were still on her. Like you were in a trance. Stuck on her. Unable to tear your gaze away from her enchanting features.
Curious. She thought. You were so much younger, brighter, and more attractive than she was. Did you really mean it or was it just your drunken mind? She knew she had to find out.
Joan immediately leaned down, resting her hands on the armrests of your chair. Your breath hitched in your throat at her sudden closeness, and the older woman couldn't help but smirk at how one simple move already had such an effect on you.
It was too easy. She was going to have her fun with you. Like a toy that she could finally play with.
"Do you know why I called you in here today?" She questioned you, her voice softer than usual.
"No ma'am." Your head shook, voice barely above a whisper, still shook from her close proximity.
"Your loyalty. Do you know how I feel about loyalty? Hmm?" She quirked a brow.
"Of course, Governor."
"And where has your loyalty always been?"
"With you, Governor. Always with you." You swallowed, quickly averting your eyes down to where she had laid a gentle hand onto your knee.
She knew you didn't have a problem with the touch when a subtle hint of crimson appeared across your cheeks.
"Why?" She asked.
