Pie Charts, Coffee, and a Sexy Assistant (A Marcel and Veronica Fanfic)

Boyfriend

Chapter 14

Veronica's POV

"Jonny, I'll be right there! I just forgot something at my desk!"

I jog over to my desk, well as much as these Satan heels will let me jog. I grab the coffee cup, sitting on my desk, turning it around to notice that I had forgotten to write a cute message for Marcel on it.

"Crap." I breathe.

I scan my desk for a sharpie, but there isn't one in sight. I look around the office to see Marcel staring at me with a smile on his face. When we make eye contact, his smile widens and he waves. I smile back and turn around to find some type of writing utensil. Okay the last time I used the sharpie was earlier this morning. Where the hell did I put it? Oh wait, it should be in the drawer. I practically face palm myself for being so stupid. I bend over my desk to open up the drawer, too lazy to walk around. I pull on the drawer, but it doesn't budge.

"Dammit!" I hiss, furiously pulling on the drawer.

I let out a huff and let my body lay across the desk. Alright, Veronica, you got this, just one hard pull and the drawer should open. I look down to the floor and see two shiny, black oxfords step into view. I slowly raise my head to find Marcel standing over me, a smirk placed upon his face.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks, rocking back and fourth on his heels.

"I'm trying to get something out of the drawer." I reply, irritated.

"Yup, I can see that."

I roll my eyes, "Were you watching me this whole time?"

"I was." Marcel nods. "I was quite enjoying the show. Nice ass by the way."

I glare at him, causing Marcel to chuckle.

"But, I felt like a jerk for not coming over to help you sooner." Marcel then lowers himself to my level and whispers, "You might want to stand up straight, you're giving every male in this office a nice image of you bent over a desk." Marcel winks.

Oh god. I scramble off of the desk, trying my hardest to mask my embarrassment.

Marcel laughs at my reaction and returns to the drawer, "So what exactly are you trying to get out?"

"A sharpie."

Marcel laughs again, "All this for a sharpie?"

He gives the drawer one hard tug and it slides open. Of course.

"Wow that was so hard." Marcel says, sarcastically.

"You know, girls just love to be shown up by their boyfriends." I say in a snarky tone.

"Hearing you call me boyfriend is the cutest thing." Marcel shyly smiles, leaning over to place a kiss on my head.

I hum in appreciation, letting a genuine smile break through my usual facade.

"So what did you need the sharpie for?" Marcel asks.

"Well I was going to write a cute message on your coffee cup, like I usually do, but I forgot to and well, you're already here, so there's no point."

Marcel contemplates for a moment and then grabs a cup.

"That one's mine."

Marcel ignores me and just scribbles away on it.

"Here."

He hands me back the cup. I look down to read, in barely legible handwriting, his message.