Disclaimer: I don't own Secretary, or Lee and Edward. I kinda own Mr. Levine, but he's boring so whoever wants him can have him. I also do not own the office and will do my best to portray it as accurately as I can, even if I have to rewatch the movie countless times to do so. (Oh, what a chore that would be!)

Broken Hallelujah

Chapter 1: Scribbled Hearts and Spelling Errors

"Mrs. Grey?"

"Yes sir?"

"Come into my office…right now, please."

His voice buzzed through the intercom with its usual intensity, making her smile wryly as she sat at the typewriter. Continuing to lean towards her desk and the intercom button, she answered, "why?" in the most innocent and naïve tone she could muster.

He hesitated, and then his reply came quietly, barely more than a whisper, causing her to lean closer to the tiny speaker.

"I need to discuss your most recent…typing error. Get in here."

The connection of the intercom closed with a snap, matching the sharpness of his last command.

Suppressing the urge to get up and bound straight down the hall to his office, Lee stood, smoothed down her black knee-length skirt, and gave herself a minute to calm down enough to retain the control she knew she would need to keep from jumping him as soon as she walked through that office door.

The lone client waiting in the reception area had fallen asleep behind their newspaper, and Lee tiptoed over to him to lightly pry the paper from his hands so it didn't fall. It wouldn't do for Mr. Levine to wake and realize his appointment was already fifteen minutes overdue!

Leaving the elderly gentleman to snore away contentedly, Lee turned and began walking down the dim hallway to the office. She could see the door was cracked open the slightest bit, leaving a halo of light around its large antique frame.

Hand on the brass knob, she opened it, flooding the hallway with the light that beamed through the two large windows in the office. He was sitting between the tall panes at his obsessively neat and organized desk, watching her every move as she deftly turned and closed the door as quiet as she could behind her, still eliciting a loud creak before it reached its destination.

Turning back towards him and walking to face him across the desk, she couldn't help but note with a small smile that the light framed him as well, the symmetry of the bright windows and the two lamps behind him on the wall creating their own brand of halo around his sitting form. She was woken from this little breach of reality by the deep murmur of his voice.

"Lee. What is this?"

He said the words slowly, enunciating every syllable as they rolled off his tongue. He held up her latest masterpiece of a letter with his left hand while gesturing in a sweeping manner with his right to reinforce his words, still staring at her emphatically. The paper was covered in exaggerated red circles, which came without a doubt from one of the red pens that stood like a little army on display on a rack under his desk lamp.

She cocked her head slightly, smiling cautiously sweetly and answered, "That, sir, is the letter you asked me to write up for Mr. Handley." She paused, making a vast shrugging gesture that involved her entire upper body, and giggled, adding, "Wow, I guess I should've read it over first, huh!"

He slammed the letter down on the desk, and her giggling stopped abruptly, the smile exchanged for a startled gasp, but her eyes still danced as his were locked with hers, and she could see his own hidden smile leaking through them.

He licked his lips lightly, and feigned a forced smile.

"Lee, do I pay you to draw hearts all over your work?" He stood, and began walking slowly out from behind the desk, continuing. "How do you think this kind of carelessness from my secretary makes me look to my clients; my associates? What if I hadn't proofread it first?"

He stopped when he was standing directly behind her.

She closed her eyes and felt her body respond to his presence with a sharp intake of breath, and she trembled slightly as he whispered, barely audible into her ear.

"You, are being very, very unprofessional." He breathed into her delicate lobes, tracing his fingertips down her left arm and sending a noticeable shiver down her spine.

Nuzzling her neck, he continued, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

He was gripping her wrists lightly now, she noted, as she breathlessly shook her head, letting out a barely audible "no" as she felt his full weight shift behind her to force her lightly into the familiar leaning position over the edge of the desk, where she was able to peer at her thoroughly corrected letter.

As he stood he ran his left hand down to the small of her back, positioning her how he wanted her.

"Then you leave me no choice."

He braced his right hand a foot away from her slightly quivering behind as she braced herself for what she knew was coming. She heard the rustle of his suit before she felt the sharp smack; before she heard the prominent slapping sound of his hand connecting with her ass.

Closing her eyes, she gasped as she felt him smack her again. Hearing him grunt with the exertion, she knew he was putting full force behind them this time.

Wow, I'll have to remember to draw hearts all over his letters more often if it affects him this much! She thought before another spank drove all thoughts from her mind. Feeling the endorphin rush rising just like the redness in her twin cheeks was undoubtedly rising, she let out a gasping moan each time she felt flesh connect with thinly covered flesh.

Immensely agitated with the visual of how he was affecting her with this, he sped up the spanking, hitting different locations all over her ass to lessen the bruising in one isolated area. He was marking his territory, almost reminding her with this passion-filled exchange that only he could make her feel this way.

She knew. Feeling this change of pace, Lee's moans escalated to include his name as well as she breathed out sharply with each loud smack.

"Edward! Edward! Edward Grey!"

This set him off completely, and with his fervent pace and relentless strength, the force of each swing of his hand sent her elbows scudding inch after inch across the desk.

He spanked in time with each part of his name escaping her lips,

"E…Edward…Grey!"

Their exchange reaching a sort of climax, he let out a final grunt of satisfaction and rested his form over hers, his hands beside her own. Their gasping breaths matched as they remained still for nearly a minute.

She brushed her left pinkie over his thumb. A homage to their first touch; his hand enveloped hers in his own recognition of this memory.

She smiled as his lips gently traced a path of sensation from her neck up to her check, wrapping his arms around her lightly heaving chest as she caught her breath.

"Wow, I had no idea I had been that naughty." She whispered as she turned around in his arms to face him. He helped her to sit gingerly on the desk, and pushed stray tendrils of chestnut brown hair behind her ears.

Flashing the tender, adoring smile he reserved just for her, he replied,

"Well, there were a lot of hearts. You even seemed to go out of your way to slip in those spelling errors as well. You know those ones just drive me completely insane."

He took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose which made her giggle, and then ever so gently on her lips as their smiles met. As he lingered there, he jumped as he felt her smack his own behind firmly.

Breaking away from her to meet her gaze with his, he arched an eyebrow at her. Smiling devilishly in return, she commented, "Sorry, couldn't resist."

Rolling his eyes at her but betraying his amusement with the smirk that took hold of him, he moved away from her to walk behind the desk again, seating himself in his rolling chair. After straightening his navy and light blue checked tie, he looked at the tiny clock that sat at the left corner of the desk near the phone.

"Shit…ah, how long has Mr. Levine been waiting?" He asked, running his palm over his face.

"Um, maybe twenty, thirty minutes…but he's asleep, so…it's not too bad this time." They shared a sheepish grin as they remembered the last time old Mr. Levine had come for his appointment…he'd almost left in frustration from the office when the two had decided to try experimenting with the milkshakes Lee was so fond of and had kept him waiting for forty-five minutes. Lee's profuse apologies and exclamations that she had been feeling sick and Edward had been tending her went only half-believed, but Mr. Levine stayed with them.

"Go and wake him and send him in with our apologies…then, after you finish retyping the letter, you can go home early and I'll meet you there when Mr. Levine and I are finished, alright?"

"Mmhmm." She replied, getting up from her seat on the desk, wincing slightly.

He saw the wince and thought of asking if she was okay, but thought better of it as she strode to the door and turned to wink at him as she opened it.

Walking back out to the reception, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Mr. Levine still sat snoring haughtily in his chair, the newspaper still folded beside him where she had left it. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she gently shook him awake.

"Mr. Levine? Charlie…wake up! Mr. Grey will see you now."

The man snorted and opened his eyes, slightly startled by her. Blinking, he realized what she was saying, and nodded.

"Oh, right. Yes. How long was I asleep?"

"Um, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. I didn't want to wake you; you looked so peaceful."

Smiling warmly at him, she shifted sideways so he could extricate himself from the chair. He stood, and shaking his head knowingly replied, "You and that husband of yours…sometimes I wonder."

Seeing the smile that she gave him at that comment, he chortled as he hobbled down the hall towards Edward's office.

She sat slowly in her own rolling chair and pulled herself over to the typewriter. Quickly the keys started clacking as her fingers moved in a blur to type up the letter, heart-free and without spelling errors this time.

TBC...

So...tell me what you think! Review and tell me if there's anything particular that you would like to see happen in this story...I have my own ideas, but outside input's always cool too!

P.S. for those of you who are thinking, "hey! but she wasn't his secretary anymore at the end of the movie!" you must have patience, young padawans! It will all be explained in the next chapter...this ones just a nice intro for my fic to have. :)