I now stood in the middle of New Orleans, staring at the doors of a huge building, mentally preparing myself for what was to come. With a shaking hand I grab the door handle and walk in. Getting ready and walking here was all a blur. My morning was filled with anxiety and wild fantasies of what this day would be. To be honest I was scared. I've never really worked an office job before.
"What's your name sugar", the lady at the front desk asked me. Her sweet southern accent gave me a bit of reassurance that everything would be okay.
"W-wren", great I sound like a total idiot.
"No need to be nervous baby. You'll be alright. Take a seat for just a moment while I notify Mr. Petrou.", I smiled and said thank you as I took a seat in a cold leather chair. So I should call him Mr. Petrou I guess.
I wasn't sitting for very long before the lady called me back to her desk and gave me directions to his office. Funny, I didn't know his name till now.
I step into the big elevator and press the button for the top floor as instructed. 50 floors. Fifty. Fucking. Floors.
My anxiety only increased every floor we went up.
The final ding that indicated that we made it is what took me out of my haze. I walk out and open the door labeled in a gold trim Aristos Petrou and I was met with the oh so familiar killer eyes of Mr. Petrou. My new boss.
"Please, take a seat" he had a blunt in his mouth making the room smell of weed and I couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
"What you laughing at shawty?"
"N-nothing sir", my laughter quickly faded and my lips folded into a line on my face.
"So. While working with me you will basically be my assistant. Doing things like helping with paperwork, going on little trips for me, going to meetings and such with me, rolling my blunts. Stuff like that. And maybe if you good you can have your own blunt"
I think he likes weed.
"Well, ok I think I can handle that", I said looking him in the eyes.
"Well, there's some more-" he was cut off by the office doors opening.
"Sir, sir, we need you in a meeting. It's urgent"
"What did I tell you about bursting in here! Do it again, and your fired!", he yelled at the now trembling man.
Don't enter without knocking. Noted.
"Looks like you start now", he smirked at me.
"What exactly do you do?", I asked him as we made our way down floors to the meeting rooms.
"Well I guess you'll find out won't you?"
He said as we entered the room filled with people and a long table. As I looked around I noticed that there was only one open seat and I lowered my head in embarrassment. Everyone was staring at me. I assume Aristos noticed my unease and began talking while walking to his seat and I just followed him like a lost puppy.
"So what is this about?", he questioned. He plopped down in his char and pulled me onto his lap. My eyes widened and the rest of the people stared so I hid my face in my palms.
"well, I don't have all day!"
They talked for what seemed like hours and I literally almost fell asleep. It was so boring. It was a bunch of numbers and things I didn't understand. Maybe I just wasn't putting two and two together and everything was right in front of me.
In the midst of all of this i somehow got turned around in Mr. Petrous lap and was straddling his hips. My head was buried into his neck and I was inhaling his scent. It was calming to say the least. A bit weird though considering I just met him but whatever.
I began to wiggle around on his lap, trying to get comfortable. But when I heard him softly groan. I realized what I was doing and quickly stopped.
He turned his head a bit and growled in my ear. "Wait till we get back to my office"
It's my first day and I already fucked up.
Oh no.
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