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Assistant

hey y'all

it's me tuffyx but in another form

heehee

smut
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You quickly shuffled up hallways, carrying a pile of folded up clothes.

For context here you were working in the Agency as an unimportant maid, nothing extraordinary.

You approached Midas' room, taking a deep breath before entering. You knocked timidly on the door, holding the folded clothes with one hand.

"Come in"

You opened the door, letting it swing back behind you and left his clothes on the dresser.

"Sir Agent Skye has headed to the Shark for the night" you sniffed, arms behind your back attentively.

"Thank you for telling me" He muttered. He was sitting in the edge of his bed, only wearing some joggers. A lit cigarette was in one hand, the other hand going through his dark hair.

You stood awkwardly, waiting for him to tell you to leave. He didn't say anything.

"Sir?-"

"Y/n come over here" he said, waving his hand. You walked over, standing beside him. He was staring out the window.

"Yes sir?" you asked, your hands were clammy.

He threw his cigarette onto an ash tray, taking a deep breath in. His eyes met yours and he clasped his hands together under his chin.

"How are you?"

You were surprised at his question. Up until know, you were unsure that the boss even knew your name.

"I-I'm good?" you replied, stammering. It had shocked you slightly.

"You're lying to me" he said, getting up and approaching his dresser. He sifted through the clothes, putting them in assorted drawers.

"I can assure you that I'm fine sir. Really it's not important" you said, glancing back out the window. The sky was dark with the evening moon shining brightly onto your face.

He came back to you. He stood next to you at the window, crossing his arms. You felt nervous, the sense of imitation overflowing from him.

"I should go-" you started, turning away.

He grabbed your forearm.

"Stay. I'm not going bite" he said, his golden eyes looking deeply into yours.

You swallowed, his cold clasp on your arm making you shiver. You stood next to him again, arms behind your back.

"Why do you say it's not important?" he asked, turning his body towards you. You stole a glance down his torso, his tattoos ran up his arms and onto his neck.

"It's not worth your while sir. I'm sure you have more important things to listen to-"

"Y/n I'm not the messiah. This may come as a surprise to you but I am human. And I care for my staff" he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

"I'm sorry sir"

"Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong" he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"If I'm completely honest sir, you are extremely intimidating and I think that's why I find it hard to speak to you. Forgive me if I spoke out of turn"

He laughed, his eyes creasing.

"You think I'm intimidating?" he laughed, questioning you.

"How are you not aware on the effect of your intimidation?" you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.