It had finally reached five o'clock and Violet was getting ready to go home. She packed her up desk, putting the cover on her typewriter and putting away her papers in the draw.

The office was practically empty now and only a few people were left, packing up their stations. Don was still in his office, probably getting ready to leave as well.

Grabbing her purse, Violet knocked on Don's door and opened it, peaking inside. Don was stood at his desk, packing his briefcase away.

"All done?" he asked and she nodded. She stood behind his desk, her hands knotted together in front of her.

"Yes, I just packed up my desk" she said and Don smiled at her.

"So what did you think about your first day?" he asked.

"It was good thank you, I didn't have a meltdown or anything so that's a plus and I've gotten use to the typewriter already" she said. She was pleased with herself, having never worked before she thought she did great.

"Good, well I can certainly say I'm impressed and I think you'll be a great member here at Sterling Cooper" Don grabbed his hat from the coat rack.

"Come on I'll walk you out" he says, coming around his desk. The two of them leave his office and walk to the elevator.

"Where do you live" he asked and she turned to him as they waited for the elevator.

"Clover park, it's only 25 minutes away, how about you?" the elevator doors pinged and the two stepped inside, Don nodding his head to Hollis the elevator man.

Hollis pressed the ground floor and the doors shut.

"783 Park Avenue, not to far as well" the two stood in silence as the elevator went down.

Violet kept her eyes down on the ground as Dons stood awfully close to her. His arm was only inches away from hers and the smell of cologne and cigarettes hit her nose.

She melted instantly at the sweet aroma but kept her eyes away, ignoring the sensations she was feeling.

Don on the other hand was resisting the urge to grab Violet, push her against the elevator wall and take her there.

He certainly couldn't do it in front of Hollis, no matter how much he wanted to taste her on his lips.

He gripped his briefcase harder, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge to cup her sweet face and kiss her.

Violet tapped her foot on the ground, waiting for the elevator to hit the ground so she could escape the awkwardness.

The doors finally pinged open and Hollis said goodbye to them both as they left. Their shoes clicked on the polished floor as they made their way out into the hot sun.

The street was busy with many people rushing to get home. Parked outside the building was a 1962 blue Cadillac with a white top. It was beautiful and looked very expensive.

Violet's mouth dropped in shock at the beautiful car as Don opened the front seat, throwing his briefcase inside. Of course this is his car? A man like Don Draper wouldn't be seen dead in a car like Violet's.

"Where did you park?" he asked and Violet turned, pointing up the road to her car.

"Just up there, luckily I was able to find a spot this morning" she smiled.

"Good, well I will see you tomorrow, have a good evening" he smiled and she nodded.

"Thank you Mr Draper, I'll see you tomorrow" she waved to him as she clicked down the street to her car, slumping in the driver's seat.

She leaned her head back and let out a deep breath.

"Oh my god" she whispered to herself. Her mind was scrabbled with thoughts of Don. How could one man be on her mind so much?

She shook her head, trying to ignore him as she drove home

At Sterling Cooper, Violet pulled out the folders she had prepared for the meeting and put them in a pile on her desk.

The meeting was at 10 and it was currently 8:50. She had come in a little early to prepare for the meeting, making sure she had everything set up.

Don hadn't arrived yet but would be here any minute.

"You're here early" Joan smiled smugly as she strutted over to her. She was dressed in a bright red dress, her bright red hair pulled up and out of her face and her bright red lipstick showing off her pale skin.

"I know I wanted to come in and have everything prepared for the Samsonite meeting" she said.

"Don't worry, all you have to do is sit in the corner and write down notes, it's simple and Don will be there so he'll be in control of the meeting" she grinned.

Violet wondered what Don was like in a meeting. She had heard from her father that he had a way with words and was very good at telling people what they want. Like Joan said, he had full control.

Speaking of which, Don appeared behind Joan, carrying his hat and briefcase in his hands, smiling at the two of them.

He was dressed in a dark suit with his crisp white shirt underneath. His tie was white and black, stripped and tied in a Windsor knot at the top.

He looked gorgeous and it made Violet's legs tingle.

"Good morning Joan, Violet" he stood at Violet's desk and she held her hands out for his hat and briefcase. He passed it to her, his fingers brushing over hers and a shock went up her finger tips.

"Morning Don, I'll leave you two to it" Joan winked at the both of them and strutted away, her hips swaying.

"Did you have a nice evening Mr Draper" Violet said and Don opened his office door.

"I did thank you, how was yours" Violet shrugged her shoulders, hanging his hat on the coat rack and putting his briefcase by his desk.

"It was boring, I went to bed early so I could be up bright and early for this meeting, and you said you wanted me to take down the minutes" she confirmed and he nodded.

"Yes please, there should be a notepad at your desk, it won't be a long meeting so there shouldn't be much too write" he reassures Violet.

She was a little nervous but she felt at ease with his reassurance. She was excited to see Don Draper in action.

"Of course, I'll go set up the conference room now" she turns on her heel and Don stared at her as she walked out.

She looked so beautiful today, dressed in a black and white checkered dress with short sleeves and black heels.

Her smooth legs were on show and he loved the way she had her hair, down across her shoulders and straight. It was different from the common short bob cut that most of the woman had here.

He spent his evening thinking about Violet, sat drinking in front of the TV and smoking at least 10 cigarettes, one after the other as his mind went on to dirty thoughts of her.

He was finding it harder to resist her and it was only her second day on the job.

Don took his cigarette packet out. Even looking at that made him think of her, being a fan of the Lucky Strike cigarettes himself, it was a constant reminder of Violet.

"Mr Draper, Ken Cosgrove and Pete Campbell are here" Violet peaked her head through his door, letting him know Ken and Pete were outside.

"Send them in" he loved the way his name rolled off her lips.

In the conference room, Violet prepared the table, putting a folder out for each person in the meeting and garnishing the table with drinks and some sandwiches.

Joan had gone through what was needed for meetings with her, the food being customary to make the clients feel welcome and show we were 100% interested.

She made sure to write it down so she wouldn't forget as meetings here were an ever day thing.

The sound of voices made her heard turn and Ken and Pete came round the corner, laughing at something and walked into the conference room.

"Look at this spread" Ken grabbed a sandwich and Pete took his place at the table.

"Dear would you fetch us a drink" he clicked his fingers, as if she was some sort of maid and Violet turned her nose up at his request.

Typical man, ordering a woman about to do everything for him. Before she could retaliate, Don stepped into the room and frowned at Pete.

"Pete why don't you get off your own ass and do it yourself, you get enough of that at home" Don said with a small temper in his voice as he dropped his papers on the table, clearly annoyed with Pete's behaviour.

Violet looked at Don with a shocked face while Ken laughed from his seat. A small twinge in her stomach made her smile at Don standing up for her, putting Pete in his place. Good, serves him right' she thought.

Not only that but tingles went up her legs, seeing Don in that dominant mode, telling Pete off, it made her a little wet down there.

She squeezed her legs together to ignore it but she was screaming inside.

"Is that everything Mr Draper, I brought my notepad for the minutes" Violet asked and he nodded, setting up the boards on the easel.

Violet had set a chair aside for her in the corner of the room for her to sit and right the minutes.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind getting the guys from Samsonite and bringing them in they should be at reception" he asked politely.

"Of course, I'll be right back" she turned on her heel and walked back to reception. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she took a few deep breaths to calm down.

'Don't worry Violet, it's going to be fine, you have nothing to be nervous about, besides you not even going to be talking in the meeting'.

She felt silly for being nervous; the only thing she was going to say was hello and then bring them to the meeting. She had nothing to worry about.

In the corner of the room, Violet rested her notepad on her knee, her pen tapping the paper as she listened to the men talking.

If she was honest, she found the meeting very boring. It was more of a catch up to see how the ads were going.

But there was one thing she didn't find boring… Don. It's like he entered another person. As soon as those men came into the room, Don immediately took control… like Joan said.

She couldn't help but stare at him as she watched him speak, dominating the room and leading the meeting.

Don was stood at the end of the table, towering over these men and showing him the board ideas he had in place.

She watched his lips move as he spoke, his tongue often coming to the edge and it made her tingle all over.

She pressed her thighs together, trying to stop the feelings down there but it was no use. He was too irresistible.

She stared down at her notepad, trying to distract herself with something else so she wouldn't feel turned on by the handsome ad man.

She seemed to have only been listening when Don was speaking and when the other's spoke, it droned out and she didn't take much notice.

Her inner thighs were hot and she felt wet down there, her panties soaking through and she cleared her throat to try and regain herself.

Peaking up through her long dark lashes, she looked up and caught Don staring at her, a small smirk on the corner of his lips as he watched from his place at the table.

His finger tapped on the table, the cigarette in his other hand and he brought it to his lips, the end lighting up as he took a puff and the smoke travelled through his nostrils. His tongue licked his bottom lip as he blinked at her.

Her heart started beating fast, her stomaching doing flips inside and her sweet spot tingling.

'If only I could feel those lips on me' she thought. Her mouth become dry and she swallowed, her fingers gripping her pen to resist the urges.

'Stop it Violet, this is your boss' she thought, mentally slapping herself inside and she tried to focus.

"Well gentlemen I think we have an agreement" the man from Samsonite smiled, standing and shaking Don's hand.

Violet sighed, 'thank god that's over'.

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