tatennant one-shots

trust. (peter/nellie)

The party was dull as any one would suspect. Nellie used to love flashy night clubs. Men swooning over her asking her to come home, free drinks and she was still getting all of it but the appeal had faded. Being single was a luxury some weekends and this weekend it hadn't been but she forced herself out of the house.
"One single malt whisky."
A new man had sat next to her nonshilantly. He was definately of some importance. His clothes were custom tailored and italian. Peter had a rough day. Usually he would ask his PA to get him a drink but she had quit because the 'work environment was hostile' and 'most bosses didn't throw coffee cups across the room out of spite'. It wasn't out of spite. They had fucked up another simple job and threats weren't enough appearantly.
The woman he was sat next to seemed simple but there was something different about her. She wasn't average in any way. She seemed bright but he was mostly looking at her body. Her hips were wide matching her large bust but some how her waist was naturally small. He had been looking too long.

"Have a nice look?"
He was clearly looking at her cleavage and she didn't blame him. Her blue romper was particularly revealing and she chose it for a reason.

"Sorry."
He cleared his throat looking at her face rather than her chest.
"Whats your name?"

She was completely baffled. After ogling over her chest he still was talking to her?
"Why should I tell you?"

"Why should you not?"
He was good with words and women. A blessing and a curse.

"Nellie Bertram, whats your name big-shot?"

"Peter Vincent. Head of a rather large company if thats what you mean by 'big-shot' Miss Bertram."

"That is usually what a big shot is Mister Vincent."

He hid a smirk and nodded at the bartender as a thanks you talking a swig of whiskey.
"May I ask what you do?"

"Well I mostly do office work not nearly as important as yours."

"Temp? Sales...P.A.?"

"Bingo."
Nellie had been a P.A. at a few law firms but it was boring work and the bosses were old and really creepy. Being out of a job wasn't conveinent and she was looking but taking the first offer she got wasn't an option.

"What kind of a fancy company do you work for?"

"Its not fancy just...high-end."

She let out a laugh taking a sip of a drink that was sat in front of her.
"I thought those were the same thing."

He smiled lighty pressing a finger against his temple.
"They're two very different words. I work for a company that owns lots of little companies."

"Are you going to make me fucking guess?"

"Well if you are going to be my P.A. you need to know a bit about the company."

Nellie found herself hiding a smile. She took another drink and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Right...do the smaller companies sell clothes? Maybe electronics. Perhaps printing. You do have a very suit I saw in a high end catalog."

"Good observation Miss Bertram. And yes its printing."
She was good, sharp, observant, and attractive. Probably not obedient but he could hope.

"Well I am a bit rubbish with magazine names. Maybe Cosmopolitan?"

He let out a chuckle taking another swig of whiskey. The warmth spread from his stomach and up his throat as he let out a quiet sigh.
"Should I just tell you?"

"You don't think i can guess it?"

"Well probably not but have another shot."

Nellie rolled her eyes crossing her legs and shifting on the chair.
All of the sudden a man crossed the room quickly tapping him on the shoulder, "Sir we need you back at work pronto..."
Peter shot him a glare raising an eyebrow.
"I know you hate when we do thi-"

"W-wait excuse me, boy...kid?"
The young mans attention went to her clearly a bit anxious.
"Yes?"

"Who is this guy anyway?"

The young man looked baffled staring at her with wide eyes, "W-who? He is Peter Vincent CFO of Vogue." He scoffed, "Really boss you cou-"

"Shut your fucking mouth and get the hell out of my face."

The man immediately rushed away looking down at his phone as he walked out of the bar.

"You didn't have to be such an ass."

"He ruined the game."

She decided against bickering with him and instead she downed the rest of her drink standing up.
"It was nice meeting you."

He was confused at why she was leaving already but clearly he must have said something wrong.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow then."

"Uh, n-no prob-"

He handed her a business card with a mobile number scribbled on the back along with, 'call me even if I am at my high-end penthouse'. She smiled lightly and put the card in her makeshift pocket aka her bra.

"The adress is on the card. Don't be late."
And with that he was gone. He left in such a flash Nellie hadn't even seen him slip away but she was excited for the morning at her new fancy job.