A/N: I am venturing into uncharted territory here. This is my attempt at a Rom-Com, starring our favorite couple Richonne. This will be very raunchy (I know, how original of me, lol) and I hope you will get a chuckle here and there too. I am shamelessly asking for a review on any part that made you giggle. Please and thank you!


Rick POV

Damn, who is she!

Long dark hair, perky tits, and fuckable lips. Her wide innocent dark eyes twinkling as she looks around the room. Her legs go on for days, and when she leans over the table to set my coffee in front of me, all I can think about it ripping that pencil-skirt off of her and ramming my cock into her pussy, while I listen to my name blaring from her throat in pure ecstasy.

I clear my throat trying to get her attention but she doesn't respond. I take a moment to look around the conference table and every set of male eyes are on her, jaws dropped, I think Paul might be drooling a little. She doesn't even notice, she continues on her task of delivering our refreshments.

"Excuse me, Miss…" I let my question hang in the air. She looks over at me and her big brown eyes blink at me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she apologizes and starts to back away.

"Your name?" I raise an eyebrow and lean back in my chair, setting my pen down, letting the power pour off of me in waves.

"McQueen, sir," sir is right; I'll have her calling me sir and begging me for more in no time.

This is going to be too fun!

"Miss McQueen, please feel free to walk in without knocking and cut me off in the middle of a presentation to deliver coffee and lattes anytime you like. I'm not busy running a company or anything, so…is there anything we can do for you?" She needs to be put in her place; and her place is on my desk, bent over and spread eagle.

"Dammit," she mumbles then starts to back away, "shit; I just said dammit… sorry." Her gorgeous eyes are wide and nervous, "Fuck, I said shit!" at this point I have to laugh a little.

I give her a quick wink and my most charming, panty melting grin. "Come by my office around two and we can discuss the procedure in private, Miss McQueen."

Her eyes go even wider and she gives a quick nod before turning on her heel and running out of the conference room.

Deal closed. I can tell, she's going to be fun.

"Sorry for the interruption gentlemen," I take another look around and most of them are still watching at the door, hoping she'll walk back through. "I need to make this quick, my afternoon just filled up," I say, the room erupts in laughter. They know ― she won't be the first sexy new hire I've bent over my desk, and she certainly won't be the last.


Michonne POV

I stand just outside the conference room door to hear what he says after I leave. I giggle when I hear him make jokes at my expense. What he doesn't know is this isn't my first ride. I've worked in places like this before and as hard as they try, no pervert has ever succeeded with me. This one, he's handsome, I'll give him that. Nice head of hair, striking blue eyes that literally make my knees weak, He will never know that though.

I did what I do best, play the nervous, innocent little newbie that's scared of the big boss. He thinks I'll be fucking him; son of a bitch has no clue what's about to hit him. I can just picture the look on his face when he realizes I'm not giving it up. That thought alone makes me hot. By the time I'm done, he'll have blue-balls for days.

He's got me all messed up if he thinks I'll ever be that girl; the one that will get on her knees for any man in a position of authority. I won't be used, pushed over, or treated like a piece of meat. As a matter of fact, I've only been with one other man. He was my high school sweetheart and he made my first time very special. I think we would have married if he didn't choose to be an even more selfless man and offer to serve his country. He deployed soon after and moved up the ranks very fast. That was almost ten years ago and no other man has ever measured up.

The tease is more of a turn on than anything else they can do to me; bringing them to their knees is what does for me.


Rick POV

After the interruption by Miss McQueen, the meeting went smoothly. We let out just before lunch and I'm walking to my office when my eyes behold a swaying beauty with a pair of biteable calves are walking in front of me. Now the question is, do I take her now and have time to clean up before my next meeting or do I keep her on her toes, waiting, anticipating what's to come…

Fuck that shit, I want her now.

"Miss McQueen," I call down the hallway and she stops mid-stride. When she turns, I can see what looks to be a nervous smile plastered on her face. She's holding a stack of folders and wearing glasses this time, giving her that sexy school teacher look.

Oh, hell yeah, role play!

"Yes sir, how may I help you?" she mutters, not looking in my eyes.

I step up to her, completely invading her personal space standing only a few inches from her. "If you would like, I'm free now; we can have that discussion in my office," I say in a low, suggestive tone, running my knuckles down her arm causing her to shiver a little.

She looks down at my hand, which is now resting on her elbow, ready to lead her away, then up to my eyes finally. Her mouth falls open and she's standing there gaping at me, opening and closing her mouth.

"Umm, excuse me, sir, but I don't think touching me is appropriate," she takes a step back adding another few inches of distance between us, she looks completely shocked and appalled that I would suggest we meet now instead of later.

Hmm, maybe she doesn't want people to know she's fucking the boss. Makes sense, this will alleviate any jealousy since I've already fucked Lori, Jessica, Anne, and Barbara, oh and Andrea.

The rest of them have since quit or been fired for one reason or another. Shit forgot about Francine, she's still around too.

"Well, since we need to go coach you on professionalism, a little further and I have some free time right now." I place my hands to my side.

"Um… I should probably check in with my supervisor," she says, biting her bottom lip and looking around.

I can't wait to taste those luscious lips.

"Who's your supervisor? I'll call him or her and let them know you're with me. Believe me, there will be no argument."

"Mr. Porter, sir," every time she calls me sir it goes straight to my cock and I want to fuck her on the nearest desk, and the fact that she keeps sucking and biting that fucking lip isn't helping.

I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contacts. "Eugene, Rick Grimes speaking. I have Miss McQueen with me; we will be meeting this afternoon, so she'll be unavailable until further notice." I hang up the phone without waiting for a response; Eugene Porter shakes in his boots anytime I walk into the same room as him. There's no way he's going to push back.

"There we go, all settled," I smile at her, she pushes her glasses up and gives me an uneasy grimace. She looks nervous.

I try to soothe her by running my hand down her arm again. "Follow me," I lean in to whisper in her ear, sending a noticeable shiver down her spine.

"Um… okay," she replies quietly, looking down at the floor. She's a timid little thing; this will be easy.

I brush by her, making sure my shoulder rubs against her breasts. I listen to the click of her heels rushing behind me is enough to get me hard. In mere minutes I will have her lips wrapped around my cock. I look back to see her moving along quickly behind me; she looks like a fucking runway model. The way her legs strike out on each step makes me even harder as I can almost see them wrapped around my hips while I pound into her.

"Right in here, Miss McQueen," I say opening the doors of my office. She walks past, and I make sure to close and lock the door behind me. "Have a seat," I motion to the chair in front of my desk.

Her mouth is cock level from the chair, this way she can't be comfortable while I'm fucking her pouty little lips.

"Mr. Grimes, my apologies for arriving late in the meeting and interrupting, of course, I was even more nervous and the fact that I didn't even knock. Damn, that was so inconsiderate. Oh shit, I'm cussing again," she takes a deep breath, getting ready continue on her little ramble.

I lean forward in front of her and cup her cheek, placing my thumb over her lips. Oh, my what soft fuckable lips! I rub my thumb over her bottom lip while looking into her eyes before pulling away, making her sigh just a little. This really is going to be too easy; she's so pretty, so I am going to take my time.

"Miss McQueen, I understand that being the new person in a room full of powerful men can be intimidating, however here at Grimes Industries we're nothing if not… welcoming," I say, arching an eyebrow.

"Thank you," she says shyly, looking down, with that delectable batting of her long eyelashes.

"No need to thank me," I lower my voice and reach forward, tilting her chin up so I can look in her eyes again. "I should be apologizing for my behavior."

She's looking up at me, her bottom lip between her teeth again. I use my thumb to brush her lips again. "You have beautiful lips, Miss McQueen," her tongue slides out unconsciously to wet her lips, she licks my thumb in course, startling me, making me pull my hand back.

"Thank you… sir," she's looking away from me now and I can't seem to interpret her feelings. Why the fuck do I even want to? All I want is a quick fuck.

The instant her soft tongue hit my skin something happened, it prompted a hunger inside of me that I can't explain. I realize taking her now isn't the right time.


Michonne POV

What the hell just happened? I know I was brought in here so he could try to fuck me. Where I'm confused is, the second I tasted his skin my heart skipped a beat and my panties got wet.

"Sir, I…uh… I should go," I say after a super long moment of awkward and tense silence.

"You don't have to, I have you at least until three," his voice is deep, sexy ─ too sexy.

Why is this total ass-grenade making me feel this way?

I look up at him finally and find my voice. "This is supposed to be a meeting about following procedure, I explained what happened. I apologized, it won't happen again. What else could you possibly want from me for the next three hours?" I know what he wants, he knows I know.

I don't wait for a reply; my head is all hazy right now. This has never happened. I've never actually wanted to give it up, especially to a guy like this and so soon after meeting.

I stand up to leave, I'm just reaching for the door when his hand appears out of nowhere, grabbing my outstretched hand.

"Don't go," he whispers, he's pressed his body against my side, his breath warm on my face and ear. His other hand comes to rest on my opposite shoulder.

His hand starts to rub my shoulder, drifting down my back, I can feel his eyes on me, I can also feel myself trembling from his touch.

Seriously, what is happening!

"What's your first name, Miss McQueen?" he asks, I can feel his face getting closer. I don't know what he plans on doing, but I don't intend to find out.

"Michonne," I pull away, rip the door open and walk away from Mr. Rick Grimes as fast as possible in five-inch heels, all the while asking myself how I just let this man get the best of me.