The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Little Slip-Up

You open your eyes to the bright morning sun.

Why... were you laying on the floor?
Did you have a rough night?
I mean, that bottle over there is half empty.
Wait— the ambush!!

You sit up and look around. Someone knocks on the door, and you stand up in a panic. You fix your suit and hair to make yourself more presentable.
"Who is it?" You shout.
"It's me, can I come in?" A familiar voice says. "I've got a surprise for you."
"Come in."
Katya walks into your office, holding two plates in her bandaged hands. "Morning."
"You made me breakfast?"
"It's the least I could do for you."
"Thank you, Katya— I mean—"
She sits in a chair at your desk and sets the two plates down. "No, it's fine," Katya chuckles, pulling down her mask and picking up a fork from one of the plates, "I'd actually like it if you'd call me that."
"You said you don't eat in front of people." You state.
"I said that I don't eat in front of people..." she stuffs a strip of bacon in her mouth, interrupting herself, "that I don't trust. I trust you." Katya smiles at you, and you smile back at her. You pick up your fork and take a bite of your breakfast.
"Oh my god!! This is amazing!" You exclaim. "You made this!?"
"Yep!" Katya grins with her unique teeth. "Back in Alaska, I didn't just hunt my own food. I cooked it, too!"
"Any other talents you're hiding from me?"
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"You're an amazing chef, hacker, hunter, and marksman!"
"Well, do you have any talents?"
You think for a minute. "Well, in a past life, I was a writer..."
"You should show me some of your works!"
You flinch. "I haven't written anything in over a decade! At least, not what I used to write."
"Well, maybe you should start writing again. Oh, maybe you should write an autobiography about your experiences from the past years!"
You and Katya enjoy your breakfast together. She finishes her food and contemplatively looks down at her empty plate. The awkward silence in the air is so thick, you could cut it with a knife and spread it on what's left of your bagel. Katya breaks the silence by sighing.
"Is this weird?" She asks. "I mean... I'm a hired gun and you're my client. I mean, you're the president of the Citadel, for Christ's sake. We're nowhere near equals. And yet... I still care so much about you. I-it just feels kinda weird to me." Katya rubs the back of her neck, anticipating your response.
"I don't think it's weird," you say, "we actually have a lot more in common than you realize. We're both little kids who grew up way too fast, we both lost our ways home, and our present day lives are built in memory of our lost childhoods. In my opinion, we're equals."
Katya looks to the side. "It's not? Well... I guess it has been a while since I've loved someone—"
WHAM!!
Katya slams her fist on the desk, covering her mouth with her other hand. Her face turns as scarlet as your tie as she picks up both your empty plates and leaves the room without a word, closing the door behind her. You stand up and run to the door. You reach for the doorknob.

Wait!!
Did you hear that?

You pull quickly your hand away from it press your ear against the door. You hear a muffled and distressed "oh my god... I actually just said that... ugh, you're an idiot..." before you hear footsteps trailing off down the hall.

Ever since that morning the other day, Katya has been extra nice to you. She's been running little errands for you, making you meals, even going as far as to carry supplies for you like a high school sweetheart would. She's also been extremely selective about her words, even though her voice shakes when she's around you. You can't tell if it's fear, intimidation, nervousness, or... infatuation?

Ugh...
Emotions are weird.
But... you gotta admit.
They're beautiful.

She might be a little clingy, but secretly... you think it's kinda cute.