Chris Evans Characters Imagines

It's Personal-Lloyd Hansen*

~original character imagine~

Devyn may be Lloyd's personal assistant, but when they're alone it gets even more personal

Warning: smut

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"Hi Devyn. How are you?" Suzanne asked as she came in. I had a coffee in hand.

"Hi! I'm good. Yeah."

"Is that for Lloyd?"

"Yes. Are you here to see him?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Come on in."

I went over to his meeting room. He had huge tvs set up. He sat in an old chair.

"Lloyd." I said softly. He had a headpiece on. He glanced at me.

"Thank you." He said as he took the coffee. His eyes were dark.

"Umm...Suzanne is here." I said. He nodded, getting up. I watched as he did. He was so tall and muscular. His stern face glanced at me before looking away.

I fixed my long sleeve. Lloyd went to talk to Suzanne. I went back to my office.

Lloyd Hansen. What a man. Tall. Stern. Handsome. Such an asshole. Rich. Nice style. Great muscles. Awful attitude.

And great in bed.

But I had never told anyone that.

I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it, seeing a text from said man.

Lloyd: I need a break

Me: wait till tonight

Lloyd: meet me on the fourth floor.

Me: you've got company. Wait till they leave and I'll meet you up there

Lloyd: k

I went back to my computer. I knew Lloyd would be mad that I told him to wait. But that made the sex better. So who cares.

Some days I felt really guilt for doing what I do. I mean I was literally a sex worker more than I was his personal assistant. But that just means it's personal.

Lloyd barged into my office. "Cocaine."

"Top shelf behind the books." I said. "You okay?"

He grabbed it, making a line on a little table. "Mhm."

I watched him roll a dollar bill, snorting it before putting the rest in his gums.

He came over, pecking my lips. I gave him a look.

"Lloyd."

"Devyn."

"Wait." I said softly.

"I swear to god if you keep making me wait you will be passed out."

"That's rape." I said. He sighed.

"Afterwards you will be passed out."

"That happens every time."

I did live at his mansion. I had a whole wing to myself. He made sure to respect my boundaries. Deep down I think he did have really nice intentions.

"Is this one of your little games? Make me wait in agony?"

"No. I don't make the rules. You do."

"So let's fucking go upstairs." He said. I stood up.

"You have something going on. Just wait." I said. I set my hand on his chest. He sighed.