Our Little Secret

Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Ian's weekend was more or less than shitty. All he could think about was Mickey. The only thing that helped was the call he got telling him he would be starting at the Governor's office on Monday. He would have his own office, he would be answering calls, greeting office visitors, assisting with and setting up appointments, scheduling tours and other administrative duties. The official job title was staff assistant but he was told at the first interview he would technically be at the Governor's beck and call, he thought the title should be more along the lines of personal assistant, but he wasn't complaining because the money was good. He just hoped the guy wasn't a total ass wipe.

So, here he was in his car driving to orientation and still all he could think about was Mickey. He said he would look for Ian but it was day three and he hadn't heard from the other man. He didn't know why he was shocked, how was a guy that didn't know more about him than simply his name gonna look for him? Technically he knew where Ian lived but he wasn't sure the man would just show back up. It sucked waking up because all he wanted to do was wake up wrapped around Mickey but he didn't even know if the man would want that. All Ian knew is he wanted Mickey in his life and he didn't really care how.

Walking inside of the building it was starting to dawn on Ian that he would really be working here. The state capitol was huge and Ian realized that he had never actually been there before. There were supposed to be field trips and shit when he was in school but he was never able to go, they never had the money. So walking into this building was a really odd surreal feeling.

He went up to the reception desk to ask for directions from a blonde that was way too perky for how early it was. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at her, thanking her for her help and walking away before she could try to engage him in conversation. On his way to the elevator he briefly wondered if this job would make him start liking politics, he didn't even actually know who the governor was or what he looked like despite Debbie telling him he should Google it so he would know but he never did.

There were five other people in the conference room already, two of which he recognized from his interview on Friday. A young guy escorted Ian to the room telling him to take a seat wherever and their new manager would be in shortly to speak with them. The other new employees were chatting amongst themselves but Ian decided to pull out his phone, sending a text to Debbie letting her know he got there on time, was waiting for orientation and thanking her again for helping him get this job.

About twenty minutes passed and Ian wondered if they were trying to make them sweat as new comers which seems to work for two of the guys who seemed agitated at the wait. An older blonde woman walked in, her hair pulled back with a clip, white blouse tucked into a black skirt, a cup of coffee in one hand, a small black bag in the other and a clip board under her arm.

"Good morning, associates! I'm so happy everyone could make it today, it'll be nice to have some new faces around the office," The woman greeted, bending to set her coffee on the table next to the small black bag. Ian rolled his eyes when the other guys not so subtly checked out her cleavage, though she didn't seem to be doing it on purpose. He just knew Lip would be all over her if he was here.

"You can call me Margo. I'll be your manager and all of your assignments will come from me except for you Mr. Gallagher. As staff assistant you'll be the only one working directly with the governor on a regular basis," Margo explained and Ian nodded with a small 'yes ma'am'.

"These keys are important. Do not lose them or you will not be let into the office, you'll lose out on a day of work and you'll have to pay for a new one," She picked up the small bag, walking around and handing them each a flat microchipped key attached to a lanyard.

Going through she told each person what their main jobs would be and that they would be escorted to their assigned areas once they were done and given a tour of the facility. She announced that the governor would be coming down to greet the new employees and that Ian would be handled by him and not with the rest of the group. His new co-workers looked jealous at that but it made Ian feel special and he liked that.

Everyone went quiet as the door opened so Ian looked up to see the governor and he swore his heart stopped in his chest and he could almost swear he forgot how to breathe when his emerald eyes met baby blue ones.

"Good morning, everyone," The governor greeted enthusiastically, his eyes settling on Ian a bit longer than the others and he swallowed thickly.

"Good morning, Governor," The other men greeted back but Ian bit his lip not trusting himself to say anything.

"Welcome, and for those of you who don't know, I'm Governor Milkovich," Mickey introduced himself, the others laughed and Ian looked up with a chuckle knowing damn well Mickey knew he didn't know that's who he was.

"If at any point you feel you are in over your head you can always come to Margo, she's amazing and will help you with anything. Now, I would like some time to get to know my new staff assistant. Margo, please take the rest of these men to get settled in," Mickey ordered and Ian couldn't stop staring at his smile.

Each of the men shook Mickey's hand on the way out, followed by Margo. Ian met Mickey's eyes and looked over his body, realizing there were still people in here he turned to them.

"Fuck off for a bit, would you," Mickey called out, neither of the men even flinching at the language just simply backing out to leave them alone.

"Where are your tattoos?" Ian asked not knowing what else to say and feeling like an idiot. Mickey's laugh echoed around him as he walked over to sit on the table directly in front of Ian.

"You find out I'm your governor and that's the first question you ask?" Mickey asked, chuckling and fighting the urge to reach out and caress Ian's face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ian asked, though he wasn't made he was just taken aback, and fucking confused.

"Would it have made a difference? What would you have done?" Mickey asked, cocking a brow at the redhead.

"Oh, I don't know, probably not hooked up with the governor of Illinois," Ian offered with a slight scoff.

"Exactly," Mickey laughed like it was the most obvious answer, "Who doesn't know their fucking governor anyway? This isn't on me."

"So, what happens now?" Ian asked, leaning back in the chair, watching Mickey check him out as he spread his legs slightly.

"Mm. At this very second nothing, unfortunately. However, I want to see you after work. I'll have one of my guys pick you up and drop you off where I'll be, sound good?" Mickey asked like Ian could actually say no to him.

"That sounds real good," Ian nodded his voice dropping, glancing at Mickey's lips, sitting up straight so he was closer to Mickey, shivering when the man leaned in much closer than professionally necessary to brush their lips together.

"Hmm," Mickey hummed, bushing their lips again, dipping his tongue in Ian's mouth but not sealing their lips in a kiss. Ian's heavy breathing was turning him on so he had to pull a walk, walking around the office with a hard on wasn't the best look for a governor.

Mickey ran a thumb over Ian's bottom lip before pulling away and standing up, his crotch level with Ian's face and giving him all kinds of flash backs from their night together. He smirked down at Ian, patting his cheek before walking away.

"Oh and Ian?" Mickey paused at the conference room door.

"Yeah?" Ian asked looking over.

"You owe me a fucking new shirt," Mickey laughed and then he was gone.

Ian stared at the door for a second before looking down, shaking his head and laughing. Jesus, that man is something else, Ian thought, running his thumb over his own lip where it was still tingling from Mickey's lips.

Ian didn't know if he was gonna start liking politics but he definitely knew he was gonna like this job.