FAYEYOKO IMAGINES

New Hire

"Yoko, there's a new employee that I'm going to need you to show around the office," Faye stated absently, her focus more on the files her assistant had just handed her than the woman herself.

Faye didn't bother glancing up when she heard Yoko scoff, though it brought a slight smirk to her lips. "I'm your assistant, Faye. Why am I the one showing him around when you have plenty of other employees?"

Faye sighed, finally looking up, only to find herself immediately distracted. Yoko was perched on the edge of her desk, flipping through a magazine, one foot dangling casually while the other rested on the ground. There was something about her relaxed posture that seemed designed to get under Faye's skin. Clearing her throat, she set the files down. "He's a friend of a friend's son. It wouldn't look right sending anyone else to do it. Just this once, okay? I'll make it worth your while," she coaxed, her voice low.

Yoko pouted, but Faye knew that look wouldn't hold. She always gave in eventually, just as Faye would do anything Yoko asked with that same pout. "Fine," Yoko muttered, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.

Grinning, Faye leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to Yoko's cheek, savoring the way her assistant's skin turned pink. It thrilled her, this subtle game between them, like they were the only ones in on a little secret. She slipped a hand along Yoko's thigh, tracing her fingertips over smooth skin, her voice dipping lower. "Thank you, doll. And didn't I tell you not to wear these short skirts around the office?"

Yoko's smirk was wicked as she crossed her legs, letting her skirt inch higher and giving Faye a perfect view of her soft thighs. "You did, but then I wouldn't get to see you like this," she teased, her voice a low purr.

Faye's breath hitched, her eyes lingering a bit too long. Glancing back up into Yoko's eyes, Faye felt herself twitch in her pants. "Stop that," she warned, her voice a bit rougher as she leaned back, spreading her legs comfortably whilst taking in the vision in front of her unabashedly.

Her assistant only responded with an innocent look that drove Faye crazy, her lips curling just enough to betray her amusement. "Stop what?" Yoko whispered, her voice barely audible as she lifted her heeled foot, grazing it slowly over Faye's groin, pressing close enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

Faye tensed, her jaw clenching as she fought to restrain herself. "Yoko," she warned, but her voice lacked the bite she intended, betraying just how much her assistant had gotten under her skin.

Yoko leaned forward, "Guess you'll just have to put me in my place, Ms. Malisorn," she murmured, her voice a low, teasing challenge.

Faye inhaled deeply, her gaze locked on Yoko's. She knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to walk that line between temptation and provocation. Just as Faye was about to respond, the shrill ring of the office phone cut through the tension. She watched as Yoko's lips curled into a knowing smile, taking her time to reach for the phone.

Faye couldn't help but continue admiring her, entranced by everything about the woman sitting before her. Yoko was unlike anyone she'd ever met. She was the most captivating person Faye had ever known, in every possible way.

"Yes, I'll meet him at the entrance in a few minutes," Yoko's voice pulled her back to the present. With a click, she hung up. "Looks like the new hire's here," she said, her mouth curving into a slight pout. "Guess you won't be teaching me a lesson just yet."

Faye arched a brow, amusement flickering in her gaze as she crossed her arms. "You sound disappointed," she remarked, watching Yoko stand up and smooth down her skirt.

Yoko shrugged, the pout still on her lips as she moved towards the door, casting one last look over her shoulder. "You know I am. But I'll be back," she said, voice laced with promise. "Don't go anywhere, Ms. Malisorn."