Thread: Good Intentions { insufferable & Enigma_x }

Talia hovered by the door for a moment, waiting for Oliver to let her know if there was anything he needed. What came from his lips next was something shed expect from him Talia couldnt deny that the playful grin that crossed his lips she felt her heart thud a little harder. Not unless its my own. The female allowed a smirk to cross her red tinted lips. Her brow cocked upon his next comment. Was he really hitting on her? Talia took a few steps inside, placing her palms on his desk as she leaned in toward him. Mr Queen, Oliver, if youd like me to lose my jacket and fuck you in your office for an audience or not, youre going to have to try much, much harder than that. The female gave a slight wink before rising and making her way toward the door. Slowly, she turned to glance back at Oliver, Goodnight, Mr Queen. With that, she made her way out. The next morning began as usual, Talia woke and began her routine of showering, moisturising, blow drying. Working at the Queen business was not a simple task, not at all. Not only did she have to be efficient, which was some effort, she had to look the part. It was far more stressful than other jobs, simply because there was so much media attention on the Queen company. Not to mention, she was working for the bosss son. Oliver may have been an easy lay, but that didnt mean his secretary could be less than exemplary in any manner Moira had made that all too clear. So, as requested, Talia slipped into a well fitted black pencil skirt that cupped her lithe form, a slight slit ran up the back, exposing her shapely, toned legs. Next, she tugged on a satin white bra, covered by a light blue work shirt. It fit her well, maybe a little baggy around her slender form but somewhat tighter as it closed around her ample breasts. As per usual, she finished her outfit with a sleek black blazer and black stilettos. Talia didnt expect Mr Queen to be at work, not this early. So as shed been instructed, she continued to check his progress with the current work load. It seemed hed signed all of the papers, which made her somewhat content with her efforts. After all, it was her job to keep him up to date. As expected, Talia began to double check through the pages. Soon enough, she was scooping the files up into her arms and taking them downstairs to be approved and sent off. As she made her way down it was clear she was the object of some attention. Many of the other PAs seemed to be staring toward her in an uncomplimentary manner. No doubt they despised her, shed stepped straight into a job working for Oliver Queen. They on the other hand, no doubt had taken jobs at the company to attempt to get closer to him. Talia had seen the way the women in the office looked at him. It was certainly something, the way women flocked to him. Hi, Im Talia Hawthorne from upstairs. Please get these checked over and sent out. She requested politely to one of the male assistants that dealt with the mail. Please make sure theyre sent out tonight, at the latest. They need to be gone by tomorrow. The man gave her a nod before taking the papers and disappearing into the storage room. Talia was content with the paper work and soon made her way back up to the office. For the rest of the day Talia was calling and arranging various meetings to get Oliver caught up with all of the current projects. They were planned for a week from now, giving Oliver some time to sort out his paperwork and at least get some idea of what was going on before he was thrown into the meetings. Talia briefed herself on several of his current cases. Soon enough she made brief notes on each case, highlighting what topics needed his input and which would be best for lower level staff. All Oliver really needed to do was make the hard choices. Time ticked swiftly on, before Talia knew it, nightfall had taken place. Talia gathered up her notes and files, taking them to Olivers desk. The female grabbed a glass and poured a double shot of whisky, leaving it on Olivers desk beside her notes. There was a curiosity about why he worked at night, surely his playboy antics would be too much to miss? The blonde eventually leaned over the desk, tidying it slightly. Shed position the objects on his desk neatly, making sure her notes were in a straight pile. All she had to do was wait until he showed up.