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By: Lara

“Miss Orlando, get in here!”

Julie stared at the small intercom box on her desk. “Yes, Sir.” She stood and straightened her narrow skirt.

“Yes, Sir,” her coworker and roommate Lara mimicked, standing and straightening her own VERY mini-skirt.

“Shut up, Tramp,” Julie said, then smiled to soften her words.

“Must be hard having a crush on your boss,” Lara said.

“Miss Logan, please come in here. I need you to run something downstairs,” a voice said on Lara’s intercom box.

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Timberlake.” Lara fluffed up her hair, took a deep breath, then practically ran into the Sports Editor’s office. Julie giggled. She picked up her notebook and knocked on the Chief’s door.

“Come in!” A voice on the other side of the door barked. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

“You called me, Mr. Kirkpatrick?”

“I need your help with something.” Christopher Kirkpatrick motioned to the chair on the other side of his desk. Julie sighed and moved the stack of newspapers before carefully sitting down. “You told me Chasez was down at the theater.”

“He was…last I heard.”

“Can you get me his cellphone number?”

“It’s in your Rolodex.” Julie leaned over the desk and flipped through the Rolodex, reading upside down. “Under C for…”

“Chasez. Yes, Miss Orlando, I know what his name starts with.” Dark eyes looked up at her. She nodded and sat back down. “I need him to get over to the train station. Ends up that guy that one the Oscar is passing through, and I need him to get an interview.”

“Josh will never make it in time!” Julie protested. “He’s halfway across town!”

“He’ll get there, if he knows what’s good for him.” The editor raised an eyebrow. “Josh?”

“Oh,” Julie said shyly. “See, we knew each other in college and…”

“Whatever. Did Bass get the story on the drop in the stock market?”

“Yes, sir. He has it…” Julie expertly ruffled through Kirkpatrick’s inbox, finding the neatly typed story in the folder. “Here. You know, sir, it would be much easier if you’d just let him email you. It would save on paper.”

“Kill the damn trees. I don’t care. I want this where I can mark it up, which I usually do to Bass’ sorry excuse for grammar.” His dark eyes scanned down the page. “Miss Orlando, is that a new skirt?”

“I…” Julie stared at him in surprise. “Well…uh…yes, it is.”

“Looks damn good on you. That’s not sexual harassment, is it?” His face turned into an adorable smirk as he looked up from the story.

“No, sir,” Julie said, unable to keep from grinning back.

“That’ll be all. I’ll need you here late tonight, however…we have to get this stuff in.”

“Yes, sir,” Julie said. “I expected that.”

“Thank you, Miss Orlando.” Julie left the room, never noticing his eyes following her every move.

“Do I look okay?” Lara stared into her small pocket mirror anxiously. “I mean…he sees me every day, but I want to look good.”

“Lara, you look fine. It’s only Justin Timberlake. He’s too young for you anyway,” Julie pointed out, swearing as she deleted something on her computer.

“He is NOT too young for me,” Lara snapped. “Only eight years and two months younger than me is NOT too young.”

“Hello, Ladies,” Justin Timberlake said, leaning on the small wall of Julie’s cubicle. “How are we tonight?”

“Hello, Justin,” Julie said. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Don’t they close the doors to the home soon? You should get back,” he replied, tugging on her hair. “Ready, Lara?”

“Yes,” she said, grabbing her purse from her bottom drawer. She acted calm, but Julie knew she was doing internal jumping jacks. She had had a thing for the young sports editor for months, and he had finally caught the hint and asked her out for a drink. “Don’t wait up for me,” she told Julie, discreetly crossing her fingers behind her back for luck. Julie laughed.

“Have fun, you two. Think of me here, stuck at work, slaving away.”

“Maybe the boss would LIKE to think of you as his slave,” Lara teased before walking away with Justin.

“Tramp,” Julie muttered, getting back to her work.

She knocked on Chris’ door two hours later, her hands full of papers. “Mr. Kirkpatrick? I have what you asked for.”

“Come on in,” she heard him say.

“Uh…I can’t…my hands are full,” she said, feeling stupid. She heard his chair screech back, and the door suddenly opened. She jumped, startled, and the papers flew to the floor. “Fuck!” She snapped, bending down to pick up the mess.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bending down to help her.

“No, it’s okay, I…” Julie stopped as they accidentally cracked heads. “Oh, God, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. I’m just going to sit here,” Chris said, sitting down and leaning back against his desk. He rubbed his head. “You have a hard head, Miss Orlando.”

“I need one, working for you,” Julie said before she thought. She gasped in horror, but Chris started to laugh.

“I guess you do.” He reached over and helped stack the papers. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m the klutz,” she told him. He put a hand on her wrist.

“No…I’m sorry for making you have to act like a little soldier around here. I’m sorry for acting like the large and growly bear or something.” His eyes were intense. “I’m not like that.”

“I’m sure you’re not,” she said nervously, standing up. She couldn’t allow herself to think that her boss, the man she had dreamt of since the day she was hired, was hitting on her. Life just didn’t work out that way.

“I mean it.” Chris stood with her. “Miss Orlando…are you dating anyone?” He took the papers and sat them on his desk. They tumbled to the floor once more but neither of them noticed.

“No,” she whispered, finally looking him in the eye.

“Why?”

“My boss makes me work too late,” she teased lightly. Chris smiled.

“I guess your boss is an asshole, huh?”

“He has some redeeming qualities,” she said, putting it all on the line. “I mean, he’s really good at what he does, and he’s smart…and very attractive.”

“I’m attractive?” Chris looked at her in surprise and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They looked at each other for a moment, then moved together at the same time. Their lips met and Chris’ arms wrapped around Julie’s slender waist. He was first to pull away. “Miss…”

“Julie,” she said breathlessly. “You are NOT going to kiss me and keep calling me Miss Orlando.”

Chris chuckled. “You’re absolutely right. JULIE…I have wanted to do that for so long.”

“No one is telling you to stop.”

Chris looked down at her, his brown eyes darkening. “You are absolutely right.” He looked around his office. “I guess it would be incredibly rude of me to just sweep everything off my desk and make love to you right here, correct?”

Julie’s heart did seventeen flipflops. “Uh, well, probably.”

Chris grabbed his jacket and took Julie’s hand. “Ready to leave?”

Julie expected Chris’ apartment to be like him, a bit disorganized but cute. She was not disappointed. He turned on the lights. “I’m sorry for the mess.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“Something to drink?”

“Whatever.” She wandered around the small living room looking at pictures and books. He came back from the kitchen and handed her a glass of wine. “Thank you.”

“Those are my sisters,” he said, pointing to one picture. “And my mom.”

“Oh.” Julie took a sip of her wine. Chris looked down at her.

“I don’t feel like talking about them,” he said, and she had to laugh. He took the wine and put it down. “I actually don’t feel like talking at all…or like drinking wine. I guess I’m just a big ho, because I just want to finally take you into my bedroom and do what I’ve thought about every damn day I’ve had to work with you.”

“You…thought that…about me?” Julie’s mouth fell open.

“Hell, yes. Why do you think I was always so rough with you? I’m honestly not a dickhead, Julie. I just didn’t want it to show…I didn’t want to seem unprofessional.” He smiled. “I guess inviting you back to my apartment is pretty unprofessional, though.”

“I don’t care,” she said truthfully. “And I guess I’m a ho, too, because I came back here with you.”

“We’re hos!” Chris yelled, and she laughed. “C’mon…let’s go be hos together.” He took her hand and tugged her off to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them.

“Expecting someone?” Julie asked, and Chris laughed.

“No…just habit, I guess. I used to have a roommate.” Chris began to unbutton her blouse.

“I understand that. Lara is my roommate, and there are times I wish I could shut her out of the APARTMENT, not just my room.” Julie shivered as Chris’ hands touched her bare back.

“Lara…that’s the one that Timberlake has a major hard on for, right?”

“Really? That will make her SO happy to hear,” Julie said, tugging at Chris sweater and pulling it over his head.

“We are NOT talking. NO talking.” Chris began to nibble at Julie’s neck as he unhooked her bra and worked her out of it.

“No talking,” she repeated, undoing Chris belt. “Yes, sir.”

“Damn,” he whispered as she slid her hands inside of his pants.

As soon as they were naked, they fell to the bed, hands exploring as their mouths met once more. Chris wove his hands through Julie’s hair, moaning slightly as he kissed his way down her throat. He spent time touching, licking and caressing her breasts until she was arching up to his touch. He smirked up at her as he began to slide down her body. “Oh no you don’t,” she said, pulling him up so she could roll him onto his back. Before he could say a word, she slid herself on top of him.

“Jesus,” he breathed, grasping her hips to move her down on him. “Why the hell did we wait so long?”

“It’s not right to fuck your boss,” she murmured, licking at one of his nipples. Chris groaned and thrust up harder.

“It’s probably not in the employee handbook, but I doubt it’s right to fuck your secretary, either.”

“You should quit,” Julie said, gasping as he moved faster.

“Me? I’m the boss. You should quit…fuck yes…” Chris moaned as she scratched her nails down his chest.

“We could just…not tell…anyone…” Julie panted. Chris rolled them both over and was inside her in a second.

“Good…idea…” Chris pinned her hand over head, and not another word was spoken except for the gasping of each other’s names as they came.

Julie lay with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I can’t quit, Chris. I need the money.”

Chris moved to look down at her. “Hello, Julie, I would NEVER ask you to do that. We need to just keep things quiet until we see where they go. I mean, I really like you, obviously…but we’ll cross the work bridge when we come to it. You’re still my secretary. You still have to do what I tell you.”

“Oh really?” She arched an eyebrow.

“I order you to come take a shower with me.” Chris stood and tugged at her hand.

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Kirkpatrick,” she said obediently. Chris groaned.

“How the hell will I be able to keep from attacking you now?”

“Guess you’ll just have to quit,” she said, and shrieked as he grabbed for her.

The End

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