This fic is part of the It's A Terrible Life AU with hints of Californication. Each chapter will contain the warnings at the beginning; this fic will end up as smut and BDSM eventually.

It was Monday, the Monday that marked Dean Smith's first month as the director of sales and marketing at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Since joining the company, he had already managed to earn the trust of Mr Adler and various other employees he had yet to learn the name of yet.

Dean didn't know what to expect of this particular day, it felt like the rest of his days had felt since he joined the company- the fact that today marked his first month in the company didn't faze him at all. His hair was neat, his shoes were polished, his clothes were all wrinkle free and his bag hung loosely from his side as he walked through the lobby of Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Dean seemed to recognise all the faces in the area, he couldn't apply a name to all the faces just yet but he was gradually learning. But he noticed one new face, one that he hadn't seen throughout his four weeks at the company. She was brunette, not very tall but still had long legs- easy on the eye. First of all, his eyes diverted to her neck and around the area, no visitor pass- must be a newbie to the company.

His attention diverted from the new woman to the elevator, Dean knew he had to get on with his daily work instead of gawking at a woman he hadn't even met yet. Sam Wesson, Dean's friend from tech support and the only worker other than Mr Adler who Dean managed to remember the name of stood at the elevator, the button to call the elevator had already been pressed and in what seemed like no time at all an empty elevator arrived.

"What floor then?" Sam turned his head to look at Dean, the previous awkwardness the pair seemed to share in the elevator had gone completely. The pair exchanged looks, a playful grin across Sam's face.

"Oh come on, you know my floor number…" Dean returned a similar grin; it was amazing how much the pair were like brothers now, despite the difference in their jobs the two were thick as thieves. Sam pushed down Dean's floor number and the elevator began to move.

The small journey to their floors was filled with small talk, both the boys talking about their rather different weekends- Sam had spent it playing games and drinking with Ian, and Dean had spent it working out and sticking to his cleansing routine.

The elevator arrived at Dean's floor and Dean had turned up to work fifteen minutes late- not that it mattered, it gave him longer to set up in his office and answer the calls, reply to emails and to finish all the paper work that was due in. Now that he had found the best route to go to his office, it now only took him two minutes to get to his office.

He sat behind the familiar desk once again, it seemed good to be back- sure he liked his weekends off, but he enjoyed the structure of working. He logged onto his computer and let his eyes wonder along his tasks… it seemed that Mr Adler was going to stop by at his office at quarter past nine, and for once- Dean was completely unaware why, but Dean managed to shrug off any doubt he had.

For the next twenty five minutes, Dean was hard at work typing out various files for clients and other departments of the company, so when he heard the familiar sound of Mr Adler's knocks on the door he was a little surprised due to how quickly the time had flown by. Dean willingly waved Mr Adler, gesturing for him to walk into his office.

"Hello Dean…" Mr Adler spoke as he walked into the office, letting the door close silently behind him. Dean took out his ear piece, placing it on the table next to his computer to give his boss his full and undivided attention. "Now… I was talking to the big guy upstairs, and Mr Shirley is very impressed with your progress so far." His compliments made Dean blush slightly, despite his confident persona- he still blushed when it came to receiving compliments. "And we agreed that you could do with a secretary… just to help out with the extra jobs you get as you your way through the company."

A secretary? Well… it wasn't the worst thing that Mr Adler could have told him, far from it actually, Dean actually liked the idea of having a secretary, and it wouldn't be bad to have someone helping him out.

"And what is their name?" Dean asked, trying to avoid any presumption of gender.

"Her name is Meg, Meg Masters. A friend of Mr Shirley's recommended her for the company and we think she's the perfect fit for this job." Dean listened to his words, and everything Mr Adler was telling him seemed appealing. "Of course, you don't have to take us up on this offer, but if you did she'd be in the empty office next to yours."

It seemed like a no brainer to Dean, even though he did enjoy the plentiful amount of work he received on a daily basis- it would be a sigh of relief if he had someone to help him out with the paper work.

"You know what Mr Adler? I might take you up on this offer, or can I at least give her a two week trial to see if she's correct for the job?" Dean trusted the judgement of those above him in the company; he just couldn't see himself working with someone such as his secretary if he didn't get along with them. The business man was generally easy to get on with, he just had a few things that seemed to push his buttons, and Dean wanted to be thorough with judging his secretary.

"That sounds more than fair, alright you're on Dean. I'll call her up now- just let me know if things aren't working out, okay?" Mr Adler leaned over the desk, extending his arm forward towards Dean, who happily took his hand and shook it with a firm grip- he couldn't say he wasn't looking forward to his time working with a secretary; it would make his life a heck of a lot easier.

"Of course Mr Adler…" Their hands disconnected, and Mr Adler made his way to the door without another word. Dean watched as he lifted his phone to his ear through the small glass window next to the door, before sinking back into his leather desk chair.

For the next twenty minutes, Dean found it difficult to focus on his work; his mind was too busy wondering what his new secretary would be like. Often, he found his mind drifting over to the erotic secretary one only saw in a pornographic movie… Dean had to get out of that mind-set before Meg arrived- he had to remain professional.

He heard three consecutive and rather quiet knocks coming from his door, and his gaze shifted from his computer screen to the window- he saw the woman he saw in the lobby earlier that day… his hopes for her had sky rocketed. He waved her in, and her long slender fingers wrapped around the door handle and pushed open the door.

"Hello, you must be Meg." Dean's voice was welcoming, he managed to push all the thoughts of lust (or at least, thoughts that could eventually progress into lust) into the back of his mind as he reached forward, holding out his hand over the desk, Meg happily accepted his hand, her hand was small compared to Dean's rather large ones.

"And you must be Mr Smith." She gave him a warm smile in returned, waiting for him to withdraw his hand first in the hand shake. After a few seconds, Dean retracted his hand away from his secretary's.

"Please, call me Dean." He gestured towards the seat opposite his desk, the one that Mr Adler sat in twenty minutes ago. Meg happily sat on the chair, one leg crossed over the other and her fingers looped around her leg to hold her leg in place. Dean quickly let his eyes wonder over her clothes, taking in the sight of her knee high skirt and red jumper, Dean mentally sighed in relief- it was quite far from the pornographic secretary he thought of earlier.

"So… please tell me about yourself."