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Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

Many claimed she had the patience of a saint, and while Piper could wholeheartedly understand where they were coming from.. well, it just seemed a bit silly. All she did was follow the rulings of her boss perfectly. She had been his secretary for a few years now, and knew the ins and outs of his business like the back of her hand. She had been fresh out of college when she came to him, eager and willing to learn as an intern, hoping it'd set her in the right direction. He knew people, people she also wanted to know. It had always been a dream of hers, to make it big somehow, live a wealthy life, comfortable in her finances and surrounding herself with hiking numbers. Ever since she was a child, she had been fanatic about order and structure. Everything had to be where it belonged, neat and settled. It just.. it worked for her, because it was exactly what he had wanted. Taking her under his wing, showing her the ropes, giving a harsh slap on the wrist whenever she managed to slip up. All was definitely for naught. So when he had asked her to attend a business dinner, wanting her to take notes, Piper was happy to oblige. Yes, he was very stoic, almost dead cold, even during summer.. but, he had to be. He was a hard working man, and didn't want to see his empire fall. She admired him fiercely, to the point her professional standpoint had warped into something that left her damp between the thighs after her long days at the office. Maybe it was the way he seemed to so easily dismiss her, forcing her to want more. Or, it could even be the occasional compliment, how he rewarded her for a job well done. It was both, she knew it. Someone was at the door and she was fiddling with the high, sharp black heel she had picked out to wear. It contrasted beautifully with the deep, emerald green dress that clung to her body like a glove. Sleeveless, and made of rich velvet, it showcased the twenty-four year old's stature flawlessly. Legs that could reach the high heavens, wide hips, thick thighs and a tiny waist. Not to mention, a rather impressive abundance of cleavage, too. That was another plus when it came to working for him.. she could dress like an absolute star, and not feel too overdone at all. Turning the handle, she opened the door with a sparkling smile, pale hair falling just at the middle of her neck, ironed straight and framing an equally delicate face. Her features were sharp, almost like a cat's, exotic and yet graciously soft. Right on time like always, she greeted happily, brushing off her dress once more, just to be cautious, before she grabbed at the black coat hanging off to the side on a hook, Ready?
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

Thomas waited patiently as he could. In his mind, a million things were going through his head, but on the surface, none of it showed. He had a calm, cool demeanor and with his professional appearance, he had the look of a true businessman, and one that knew exactly where he was going, and what he wanted. When the door open, a steady smile was given to Piper. The man was a hard boss to work under, but when you worked well, you were rewarded. Often his smiles were forced, joined by words that he probably said more than a few times a day to workers who performed well. However, as Piper looked at him, his smile was different. A more natural curl was at his lips, and his teeth were displayed more fully. Even his eyes had a different glint to them, one of happiness and delight, and all it seemed reserved for her, just because he was seeing her. An absolute delight, as always, Piper. That alone was rare in itself, normally he did not even address her by her first name. Piper knew better than anyone else of the man's incredible work ethic, he was the first to get to the office, and the last to leave. He also worked from home, and judging by his appearance tonight, it was a wonder if the man gave himself any free time. At her question and watching her pull the coat off and onto herself, he chuckled. I'm always ready. You should know that by now. The question is are you ? Any other day at the office, it would have struck fear into any of his worker's hearts, but the words accompanied by a smile and the chuckle, made it seem like a jest. Behind him, the water started to come down again. Thomas Dalton unfolded his umbrella carefully, thankful that he was still beneath the protection of her roof, and lifted it up over his head. His arm extended out bending at the elbow and placing his fist near his lip, a gesture of offering his arm for her to hold so they could be under the umbrella. Shall we? he asked, taking careful note of her hourglass figure.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

And there it was, one of the main reasons why her simple fit of esteem towards her boss swelled into something far more personal than she would have initially liked. The way he looked at her sometimes, that smile.. how it crinkled his matured, slightly aged face and had her heart skipping a few beats in turn, the attraction was definitely there. Age never had been a misleading factor for her, and honestly? Never would. If Piper Jensson liked someone, then she liked them. Woman or man, young or old.. it was all the same to her. The feeling is mutual, she urged, fingertips working to get her long coat in place, the heavy black wool quick to warm her up and shield her from the chilled breeze of outside that was sweeping past Thomas. He was either in a very good mood tonight, or the dress she had picked out, was working wonders on him. Yes, he had called her by her first name before, but.. well, maybe she was hoping he was a bit more excited to see her because of the change of scenery. In the office, it was all business, absolutely no room for anything in between. Here, though? She could maybe get away with a few moments of casual conversation. At his question, she quirked a shapely brow, the strange color of her eyes, a mix between hazel and silver, darkening a bit. Does it look like I'm not ready, Piper teased before she let out a soft laugh and hooked her arm in his. Her purse, a black clutch, was within her grasp just before she closed the door of her small, humble bungalow. It was perfect just for her, almost doll-like in its charm. It's a pity it's raining tonight, she began, keeping herself close to his form, and under the umbrella, Despite me loving this weather, I hate getting my shoes dirty.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

The smile never removed itself from his lips. He had smiled at her here and there, but this seemed entirely different. All the seconds were quickly adding up, and it was easy to decide that this was the longest he ever smiled at her. You look as ready as ever, he concluded, tightening his arm slightly to let her feel the toned muscle beneath his sleeve. With that, he began to walk out into the rain with her, the umbrella protecting them for the most part. It is a pity, he agreed. It looks nice, but to deal with? Not pleasant. We shall not be outside long, he explained. She already knew the restaurant he told her they were going to- an expensive Italian one that was reserved for the elite of the city. A student fresh out of college and having an intern would never step inside the establishment, but tonight, Piper would. He approached his car, and opened his door for her, letting go of her and pressing a hand on the small of back to guide her, before he offered his hand as a means for support if she needed it, all the while he protected her from the rain that she hated and loved. After she was inside, he returned quickly, unfolding his umbrella before he got in. Inside, his car was much like the rest of him. Classy, and professional. The seats were of a leathery black, and his stereo was highly expensive, a built in GPS system was the main highlight of it. On behalf of the company and myself, Ms, Jensson, he said, turning his head to look at her as he started up the car, a low roar coming from the engine, we really appreciate your attendance tonight. He smiled at her again, and his eyes briefly scanned down her physique, taking note of her thick thighs and the exposed flesh of her legs. Also, he said, more playfully, your dress is very lovely. Soon he focused on driving, pulling his car away from the curb. Already she could tell it drove very smoothly, and inside of the car, the sounds of the rain thudding against the roof of the car seemed like a far off reality as well as the way the tires rolled against the pavement. Mr. Dalton's hand reached for the stereo, and turned on the radio, the default was a jazz station that he kept at a low volume. After all, he had to break the news to her and casual conversation would be the best.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

Was he always like this when going out to dinner? She could certainly see him flashing those pearly whites at a date. Maybe a high-class model, or a foreign actress.. something of that sort, but to her? His secretary? Piper, while she was admittedly whimsical when it came to her imagination, certainly wasn't delusional. He was just happy, and it made her happy in turn. His life was hectic, she knew that better than anyone else. She kept track of his scheduling, which was in itself almost inhumane. He was always busy, something that he handled with nothing short of professionalism. However.. didn't everyone deserve a break? Taking his hand when it was offered, she slipped into his car smoothly, trying to ignore the way her body grew alight with sensitivity. His hands were much, much larger than her own. They were rough, but held a tenderness to them that she wondered idly, if it'd feel just as good against other places. Before Piper could start to daydream, she practically kicked at herself, knowing this was definitely not the time nor place to fantasize. She hadn't expected his kind words of gratitude, but honestly, he was just that type of person. Nothing short of mannered and perfect. You're most welcome, but.. I'd do anything for you and this company, Mr. Dalton. You've given me a chance no one else would, and I appreciate that more than you'll ever understand, Piper urged, her cheeks notably growing hot as the hue of them became tinged with crimson. It dusted across the tender bridge of her nose, forcing her body to give a shift of uncertainty. Heh.. I haven't worn this dress in quite a while, she admitted, glancing down towards the peeking emerald from beneath her coat, I'm glad you like it, though. Had he been looking at her legs? No, that'd be silly. They might have looked fabulous and she was very much proud of her ability to keep up her physique despite the hectic load of her work, but.. this was her boss. He was her mentor, someone she looked up to, not someone who checked her out. So, she let the comfortable silence envelope her, which was interrupted by the smooth sound of jazz a moment later. Tonight was going to be enjoyable, she could feel it in the marrow of her bones.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

His hand dwarfed her own. They were warm, and she could feel the textured calloused palm. His grip was steady as he assisted her, yet it was also surprisingly gentle for a hand so large and worn with use. Carefully he listened to her. He knew how much she admired him, and appreciated the fact he hired her to begin with. Often she worked overtime without complaints although the overtime pay probably had something to do with it always with a smile on her face. Thomas couldn't have asked for a better secretary. I know. Tonight is a big deal. These two investors, if I can persuade them to put their interest in our company, could make us a national contender in the software industry. Of course our software is top notch, however, without the proper funding, we won't get anywhere simply because we can't advertise. His business was developing software, in their state and local community, they did well, but Mr. Dalton was a man who always hungered for more. He wanted to have more offices, more employees, more software, and most importantly, more money. Tonight was crucial for that goal. That being said, Piper, he stopped at a red light. He looked at her. I have something to ask of you. The words of the phone call with the investor rang in his ears, loud and clear as he watched her, We look forward to meeting you and your wife, Mr. Dalton. It was a huge risk to even take her, what if she messed up? What if she said no? He would have to go back and drop her off, and a huge void would be staining their relationship forever. There were so many possibilities that could happen in a negative way, and only one in a positive way. She would say yes, and do a splendid job. There were other women in the office who Thomas knew would easily accept the task, but they were not as competent, nor as beautiful as Piper. All of these things he thought of while he watched her.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

It was a lot to take in. This evening was far from a casual dinner with a few interested investors. This would most likely make or break Mr. Dalton's business. Of course, Piper had all the faith in the world invested into him and knew he'd do just fine, but.. to know that he was bringing her? Hoping she'd be able to take note of such important details? The young woman didn't doubt her ability, but.. she was a bit nervous. Never before had he bothered to take her along to one of his many business dinners, so this was definitely a step in a foreign direction. She'd be calm about it though, keep quiet and only speak when spoken to. Piper knew how to act, as she had from the moment she walked into his office, hoping he'd accept a very eager, willing and young intern. He had, and after working with him for a few years now, she felt he trusted her as much as she trusted him. It was finally happening, she felt almost.. important. So when he claimed he had something to ask of her, considering all he had done for her already, it was no surprise that she immediately turned, an expression of curiosity crossing her face. What is it, Piper urged, getting the inkling that this was going to be something risky. Maybe it was from the way he had said it, or was looking at her now. She honestly didn't know what he could possibly ask of her, that'd be so.. obscene. This was Mr. Dalton, a man that had his head on straighter than anyone she ever knew.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

Piper knew Thomas better than most, even if she did not realize it. Already she could tell there was something in the air from her expression, and the way he asked. As you know, my wife and I divorced several years ago before you were hired at the office, he began. It was better to ease this in, rather than ask her straight up front. That way his words would weigh in slowly and allow her to anticipate what he was going to ask, rather than stunning her and risk a denial. It was a very hushed up occasion. Not even many people in the office know about it- it was very private and I do not want to go into details as you know. Thomas Dalton was an enigma about his personal life, Piper, the woman he spent most of his time with, almost knew nothing about what he liked, what he enjoyed. This was the first time she had seen any other side of him outside of the office. The point is that our two potential investors believe I am still married. He sighed a little, and explained what had happened. When I was on the phone with them, one of them ended it by saying they were looking forward to meeting myself and my wife. I didn't have the heart to call them back and to tell them I no longer have a wife, or to show up without her. It all seemed silly when it was coming out of his mouth, but impressing his investors was of vital importance for the company, and himself. How will they take me seriously as a businessman if I could not even keep my own wife married to me? They will think that if I cannot handle a woman, I cannot handle a company. Another sigh. The red light hadn't changed yet. I thought of telling them the truth, or pretending she was sick and could not attend. I can't afford to take a single risk. The risk he was about to take was very large, he could risk losing his secretary if she denied him, and she would always treat him differently. So my proposal is this you pose as my wife for the night. Even with all the talking and attempt to ease it in, it sounded blunt, and too harsh. He quickly added on, trying to persuade her. It won't be a big deal. You will just have to smile, hold my hand, nod when prompted to.. call me dear. Basically sit there and look pretty. Shouldn't be hard for you. Thomas laughed a little at all of it. For a final way of shedding some humor on the situation, he added, Better than taking notes, don't you think? He chuckled, and then waited for what she had to say.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

The instant he brought up his divorce, she was completely lost. Any and all guesses as to what was on his mind, were thrown out the window. Piper was in the dark, blindly searching for some type of a middle-ground, so she didn't feel so useless. It was something that obviously still weighed on the man, and while she was morbidly curious about what had happened between Mr. Dalton and his ex-wife, she would never dare to ask. That was his personal life, a life she was not let into. To be truthful, she admired him for that. It wasn't easy to keep those two separate, a career apart from his intimate endeavors. He had always been a very private man, giving out information about himself when it was only needed. Piper on the other hand, while she would have happily explained her own situation, was never asked to. Her existence was pretty bleak outside of the office, and despite her attempt at getting back into the dating scene, or just having a social life to begin with.. nothing was working. All she had time for was Mr. Dalton and the company. The reasoning for this conversation was beginning to show itself, and Piper understood. He was a man that didn't want to seem weak or unsteady. He wanted everything to be perfect, even if it actually wasn't. The divorce rate for this day and age was higher than ever, and it was far from a taboo. She didn't like it, but what else could be done? It was the couple's decision, after all. Still.. where was he trying to ge-- oh . Her facial expression said it all. Brows lifted, eyes widening and jaw going a bit slack. He.. wanted her to pose as his wife ? For one thing, that was awfully violating, and something she had never done before. Piper was one of many talents, but to lie and play the part of her boss' significant other? Stunned into silence, his laughter did nothing to ease the strange twisting in her gut, and she quickly looked away before she made him feel as if this was a lost cause. Because, it wasn't. No matter how absurd or unnecessary this all felt, she knew she'd agree to it. This was Mr. Dalton, a man that had given her the world on a silver platter, despite her need to work her little ass off to obtain it. Forever in his debt.. she gave a short nod, attention turning back to him. Just smile, act casual.. hold his hand and call him dear, that was going to be a piece of cake. .. well, don't you think I'll need a ring on my finger first, Piper asked, holding out her hand and wiggling her digits. The corner of her mouth was upturned and her previous mood of inner-groveling was washed away by amusement.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

This had been a folly. Her silence and the way she looked at him with raised brows, made him falsely assume that she wasn't interested in the slightest. So he had misjudged his happy, obedient little secretary. His mouth was about to open, to say that he would pretend his wife was sick, and that he would drop her off back home. He had left early after all, in case if this happened. Then she continued to joke as she smiled, and wiggled her fingers in the air. Thomas's mouth fell open wide, before he broke out into laughter. A very valid point, and one that I have already taken care of. If you look in the glove compartment, you will two boxes. The green box is for you, and the blue one is for me. Your first task, if you choose to accept, is to put one on yourself, and one on me. Inside of the glove compartment, she would find the boxes he spoke off. Thomas had invested heavily into the rings, if she opened them she would find that they were silver in nature. While his was plain, her own had a diamond on it. Obviously, they were both expensive. He had intended to return them after the night. The formality of it all wasn't going to be helpful. He needed to treat her like she was actually his wife, instead of giving her tasks to do. Would you.. his hand was placed between them, to allow her to slip on his ring if she chose to, practice? His hand rose into the air, palm up, an indication that he wanted her to slip her hand into his own. Now she would be able to see the largeness of it, the calloused palms, the elongated fingers that were similar to his tall and deceptively willowy frame.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

I should have figured you thought that ahead, she mused, already reaching out to open up the glove compartment. Low and behold, there were two boxes there. One for her, and him. Just because Piper was too eager to stop herself too, she opened up the green box first, her breath hitching audibly when she was greeted with quite the sight. Jesus H. Christ, if this was just for a single night of deception, she could only imagine what he had proposed with when it came to his previous wife. It fit perfectly, and something told her that she'd want to know how exactly he figured out her ring size later. That, wasn't important right now though. What was important was the fact that he was holding his hand out to her, and she was fumbling with the boxes a little bit, taken aback by his change in demeanor. Right.. they were suppose to be married. This might be a bit more difficult than she had imagined. After all, Piper was so accustomed to his below zero temperature, that this was really throwing her for a loop. His ring was slid upon his finger with ease and she gave him a slight smile as she tucked the boxes away, hesitating only for a moment before she placed her palm over top his own offered one. There, her hand was enveloped in a rough, raw warmth that immediately zipped straight down the length of her spine. Piper was quiet, gazing towards the sight of their contrasting pigment, the way her thumb curled about his and her digits slipped up, homing in between Thomas'. It felt a bit too natural, and she blamed herself entirely for it.