Jefferson's Secretary

Mister Jefferson

ANGELICA'S POV

Here we go again. *Beep Beep Beep Beep*. I smacked my alarm clock, turning it off, annoyed. Should I even go in to work today? Jefferson's so annoying. Just do it, Angelica. For the money... for your sisters...

I stood up and put on my work uniform. My boss, Jefferson, had changed the uniform shortly after I had walked in on her first day. Now it was a tight pencil skirt and a tight button up shirt, tucked in. I kept my hair down, too tired to put it up. I walked downstairs and ate a quick meal. I rushed out of my apartment and walked over to the subway station and took the subway to my workplace. I walked into the building and sat down at my desk.

THOMAS' POV

I was sitting at my desk in my office. I watched Angelica sit at her's and a grin broke across my face. I stood up and put my boss face back on. I walked out the door and over to Angelica's desk.

"Hello, Ms. Schuyler." I smirked at her. "Can I see you in my office?" Angelica was staring up at me, maybe even glaring. Did I say something wrong? She bit her lip as is she was holding back some words she wanted to share with me. Angelica smiled at me, but it looked pretty fake. "I'll be right there, Mr. Jefferson."

I nodded and walked back into his office, thinking about how hot Angelica is. In some people's eyes, I couldn't keep fantasizing about his coworkers, but in my eyes, being her boss made it even better.

ANGELICA'S POV

   I sat at my desk, tapping my pencil on its surface. My good friend John Laurens was walking by, and he heard my short conversation with Jefferson. "Hey, Angie, good luck." He smiled reassuringly at me, knowing what Jefferson does and says to women that walks into his office. "Thanks, John." I tried to smile and stood up, grabbing my papers. I walked into my boss's office.

"You needed to see me?" I asked, sitting in a chair in front of his desk. Thomas had a wicked grin on his face. "Why, yes, I did. And may I say you look lovely today." He winked at me.

"The clothes look lovely. But you know what would make them look even better?" He raised an eyebrow at her. I clenched my teeth. "What?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say what I thought he would. Thomas got off of his chair and swiftly grabbed my waist, pulling me off the chair. "If they were on my bedroom floor..." he whispered into my ear.

"Mr. Jefferson!" I put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, stepping backwards. "That is very unprofessional, and I would appreciate it if you would stop!" Thomas stepped towards her, leading to me running into the wall. He put his hands on the wall, holding me in the place I stood. "Who's stopping me?" He kissed my neck, once, and stepped back, sizing me up, and sighed. "Well I guess that is a bit awful if I went further...."

I stared at him, amazed. "You actually aren't going to..." I thought about the other women who had to quit, just after they left his office. "Yeah, I know what your thinking, and I regret touching those women." He shook his head and sat back down at his desk.

"I actually need to talk to you, Ms. Schuyler." I looked at him skeptically and sat down. "About what?" He looked at some notes on his desk, casually. "Oh, I don't know... how much do I pay you, remind me?" I blinked, confused. "Uh- well, 5 dollars per hour, sir." Thomas raised an eyebrow and kept looking through the notes. "Hm... do I now... that is pretty low, is it not?" I nodded slowly. "Ye- well, I guess so." Thomas jotted something down on a stick note. "Well you work pretty hard... hmm... maybe... oh, yes. Let's see, your new pay will be... let's say 15 dollars per hour."

My jaw dropped. "What? Sir, you must be mistaken... I work nine hours a day, five days a week.. and pay day is every month... sir, that's about 675 dollars per month." Thomas looked up at me. "So? You deserve it, honey. Just let it happen." I blinked, too amazed to even correct him on calling me 'honey.' "But-" I broke out into a grin.

"Oh, thank you! What can I do to make it up for you?" Thomas tilted his head. "Maybe get me a coffee? Start out easy, eh?" Thomas waved his hand, shooing me away. I scrambled out to the kitchen, and started to make his coffee.

HEY GUYS sorry if this sucks- probably does- but this is my first fanfic in a while. Let me know if you like it! I'm open to any suggestions.

-Mckenzie