joji miller imagines

the secretary

The day you walked into Mr. Millers office for your job interview, he had two thoughts. The first, you were the sweetest, prettiest, and most angelic girl he had ever seen. The second, you were getting the job.

"Mr. Miller, thank you so much for meeting with me," you smiled, walking over to his desk and placing your small and perfectly manicured hand out in front of him, as he stood up behind the large oak desk to shake your hand.

"No, no. Thank you for applying, you had an excellent resume." he nodded, referencing to the small chair on the other side of his desk for you to sit in.

He was sure you were giving excellent answers, but he couldn't really pay attention, you were beautiful.

You reminded him of a little deer. Your features were soft and kind, your smile must have been carved by angels, and his heart pounded as he watched your legs bounce nervously, your black skirt hiking up your leg slightly with each movement.

He quickly averted his eyes back to your sweet face. "...sorry— so, um, you just finished school?" he stuttered, his eyes darting to your perfectly organized resume printed out in front of him.

"Yeah, I haven't technically graduated officially yet, but my last exam was yesterday." you smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear, trying to take deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

"Wow, eager aren't you? Well, that's always good to see." he grinned, his eyes scanning your resume again.

He was way more handsome than you expected a CEO of a small company to be. You were already nervous enough for this interview, you needed money really badly, and this secretary position was much better than continuing your minimum wage part-time jobs.

"So... tell me about yourself." he asked, running a hand through his hair, watching you intently.

"Oh. I, um. I don't think I'm very interesting." you mumbled, moving your gaze to your thighs. You were surprised when you heard him let out a loud chuckle.

"I don't think that's true, (y/n). C'mon one fun fact about yourself." he continued. your mind was racing for a good answer, you were boring, and didn't do anything, just school, and work, and sleep.

"I'm really boring, sir. does that count as something interesting?" you asked softly, your eyes meeting his. your heart paused its beating as you made prolonged eye contact with him.

He laughed, "I suppose it is."

The rest of the interview went by fairly quickly, you answered every question perfectly (as he expected), and within the 25 minute interview slot, he knew his next two steps would be:

1. cancel all other interviews for the position, and
2. stop at the gym at lunch to take a cold shower to make the intimate thoughts about you disappear

About 10 minutes after arriving home later that day, you received an email, you got the job.

you let out the biggest sigh of relief ever, you were beyond pleased to get this position, especially working for such a handsome older man.

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Within the first few weeks of the job, you quickly fell in love with it, you were great at your role and Mr. Miller was the kindest boss you had ever had.

You two had gotten close— you had no problem staying late at work while he did, he adored watching your sweet little face enter his office (normally with his morning cup of coffee) and he equally loved watching you walk out of his office. Getting the opportunity to watch your ass through either your little work skirts or dresses was never an opportunity he would miss, even though it made his slacks feel very, very, tight.