Today was Jane Sloane's first day as a writer at Scarlet Magazine. While she had worked here for four years, and loved every minute of it, that was as an assistant. Now it was time for her to pursue her dream.

Entering Scarlet for the first time as a writer was the most exciting day of Jane's life. Her heart had never raced so quickly and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. As she walked into the bullpen to her desk she passed by the office of Jacqueline Carlyle, Editor-in-Chief, of Scarlet Magazine. Time seemed to stand still as she caught a glimpse of a pair of red caged heels propped on top of the desk. Those red heels were attached to a pair of legs that went on for days and Jane couldn't help herself as her eyes scanned their full length. Just when she didn't think she could be anymore excited or nervous the butterflies in her stomach started to flutter.

Jane was straight. 100% straight. She had had plenty of boyfriends and never had any interest or drive to pursue women. But over the last four years working at Scarlet she had developed a certain….longing to get to know Jacqueline Carlyle better. Jane chalked this up to her admiration for Jacqueline as a great boss and an amazing writer.

Sitting in her first board meeting as a writer, and no longer an assistant waiting by the back wall, Jane was vibrating with nervous anticipation, though she wasn't quite sure what she was so anxious about. And then her anticipation was squashed as Jacqueline strode into the room.

Jane felt her knees go weak.

And then they made eye contact and Jane was sure her heart would explode.

Jacqueline had piercing blue eyes that could get anyone to spill their deepest secrets and when they locked with Jane's she could feel a deep warmth spread throughout her whole body and it sent a tremor down her spine. Jane saw a small smirk spread across Jacqueline's face almost as if she knew how she had made Jane feel.

As the board meeting went on Jane found herself staring at Jacqueline from across the room. Luckily she was able to avoid being caught ogling her by diverting her eyes to her phone when Jacqueline stood to take over for the next presentation, or at least she thought she did...

The column Jacqueline was speaking about was "Mount Up and Ride" "From sidesaddle to bareback, we've got positions guaranteed to make you yeehaw!" and she maintained eye contact with Jane the entire time she spoke…

After the board meeting as Jane went over pitches with fellow writer Alex, she explained to him that she doesn't want to look like an idiot in front of Jacqueline.

And at that precise moment Jacqueline Carlyle walked in.

Jane looked up and knew that her embarrassment had quickly spread all over her face and all she wanted to do was melt.

Jacqueline cocked her head to one side, pointed at Jane, and told her to meet her in her office first thing in the morning.

Jane was mortified.

But despite her internal panic her body seemed to relish in the opportunity to be alone with Jacqueline. She immediately began planning tomorrow's outfit in her head.

Jane's Second day as a Scarlet Magazine writer started off in her boss's office. Jane was greeted with a quick hello and was instructed by Jacqueline to follow her as she didn't have time to sit and chat. Jane trailed behind Jacqueline around the bullpen trying not to stare at her ass. Jacqueline stressed how big Jane's promotion to writer was and that she wanted to know if she would be just a "safe" writer or one of her "big hitters". As Jacqueline said "big hitter" Jane noticed that her eyes traveled down Jane's bare legs and back up to her short pink skirt.

Jane felt her cheeks blush.

As part of her first writing assignment Jane needed to attend a party in an attempt to "run in to" her ex. Which meant she needed quite a bit of the liquid courage that was flowing freely at said party. Unsuccessful at finding her ex-beau, an intoxicated Jane made her way to the Scarlet office to use the unlisted main phone line in an attempt to contact her old flame. Unfortunately (or fortunately) Jane was unable to remember his number and instead dialed the first number that popped into her head.

That happened to be Jacqueline's number.

While she waited for someone to answer, Jane heard a phone ring across the office. She looked up and saw a cell phone lighting up in Jacqueline's dark office. Jane made her way across the bullpen and opened the glass door into her bosses office, it was empty so she crossed the room and picked the phone up and tried to figure out how to get it to Jacqueline this late at night. What Jane didn't notice while she walked out of the office was that Jacqueline had walked in, looking for her phone.

Due to Jane's short stature combined with Jacqueline's propensity for heels, Jane's face smacked right into Jacqueline's chest when they collided.

Jacqueline stopped suddenly and let out an "oomph" at the impact. Jane on the other hand seemed to sink into Jacqueline's chest even further while she inhaled her enticing perfume.

Damn she smelled good.

"Jane, what are you doing?" Jacqueline asked "in my office, this late, and with my phone?"

All Jane could do was stammer as she tried to regain her composure while still intoxicated by Jacqueline's scent...and the 4 vodka tonics from earlier.

Jacqueline took her phone from Jane's hand. Jane immediately froze at her touch.

"Jane, are you feeling alright? Do you need a ride home?" Jacqueline looked at Jane with worry in her eyes.

The next part was fuzzy but Jane remembered getting into Jacqueline's town car and they headed towards her apartment. Jane's head was swimming and she struggled to keep it up. She must have dozed off because when she came to they were parked in front of her building and her head was in Jacqueline's lap.

Jane shot up in her seat completely mortified and suddenly quite a bit more sober.

"Oh my god Jacqueline! I am so sorry, this was completely unprofessional and I won't let it happen again." Jane was shaking she was so embarrassed.

Jacqueline chuckled quietly and helped Jane out of the car and up to her apartment. On their way up Jacqueline placed her hand on the small of Jane's back to steady her as she tried to reassure Jane that she did nothing wrong and while it had all been a little unorthodox she was always there for her employees no matter what the situation was.

Jacqueline's touch had been just as intoxicating to Jane as her drinks had been and it only made Jane's head even more fuzzy.

Jane was insistent that she could manage to get into her apartment and to bed on her own but couldn't get the key to work.

Jacqueline grasped Jane's hand and gently took her key from her to unlock the door sending shockwaves up Jane's arm.

Once inside Jacqueline was quite surprised at how clean and orderly Jane's home was, she expected more clutter from someone who had a tendency to be a little scattered.

Jacqueline managed to find aspirin and water for Jane and then helped her to bed. Jane flopped onto her back landing right in the middle of the bed, her feet dangling off the edge. Jacqueline helped Jane remove her shoes and placed them at the foot of the bed. When she turned around Jane was already asleep.

The next morning when Jane had woken she found aspirin and a note beside her bed in Jacqueline's handwriting.

"Take two of these and drink lots of water.

I will see you on Monday morning bright and early."

-J

"P.S. did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

What Jacqueline didn't put in the note was what Jane had said.