Author's note: Oh by the by, I am going to pimp out other stories right now. If you aren't reading the Shared Beer series by Seri Scribble you should be. Each chapter is short and fun to read. I really haven't been leaving feedback like I should, but I figured a shout out might be fun.
This chapter came to me in a dream. So I added it in. Everything in Italics is Josh's thought, just so you know.
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Josh entered his office; he had a grand total of five hours to be in the Washington DC office. He had at least ten hours of work to do and a doctor's appointment to boot. So when he saw a brunette in a short black skirt answering his phone, he was a little surprised.
"Um hi."
"Hi."
"I'm Josh Lyman, who are you?"
"I'm Amber your assistant."
"Oh. Did I hire you?"
"Nope." Why does this keep happening to me? "A short hyper Southern woman did." Annabeth. Mystery solved. "I have to say it is a true honor to meet you. I am a huge fan of your work." Amber smiled brightly.
A fan huh?
Josh walked around his desk to grab his backpack, he looked at her for the first time. She was young, maybe twenty four; her long brown hair had a slight wave to it. Her eyes were about four shades lighter than her hair. Lips were full and pouty and her breasts, well, he could see a little more them, than he was prepared for. "Um, do you know what you should do?"
Amber placed her hands firmly on the desk and leaned in slightly towards Josh. In a sultry voice, "Anything you need me to do."
Josh's eyebrows moved half way up his forehead. He was going to have one of those moments when he couldn't speak and would just stammer for a second. In the corner of his eye he saw tall and blond. "DONNA!"
She stopped in his doorway, arms crossed and huffed, "You should be at the doctors now."
He nodded and slung his backpack over his shoulder, looking at Donna but pointing his attention to Amber, "Donna, this is Amber my new assistant."
Donna's eyes widened, then the smirk crossed her face, "Good luck Amber."
Josh made his way over to Donna and placed his hand on her back, she shifted her weight to fall into his hand. Again he addressed Amber while glancing at Donna, "There are three people who never wait to see me or speak to me, the Congressmen, Leo and Donna. All three have my direct line, but if they call through the system, you patch them instantly. I have very few living relatives, Donna knows all their phone numbers. She is the only person I trust in all aspects of my life. Do you understand, Amber?"
Amber's perky smile became plastic, "Yes, sir I do."
"Great I'll be back in about an hour." He led Donna out the door. "Are you ready for the press conference in a few minutes?"
She cocked one eye brow, "yes." He continued to lead her to the elevator, once inside and alone she slapped his arm, "What the hell was that?"
He shrugged, "What? She's a lawsuit waiting to happen. I didn't want her getting any ideas."
"So are you going to keep the walking lawsuit?"
"Why not, we keep Annabeth around, don't we? Besides, she's a fan of mine." Josh shrugged.
"So what was up with that whole, three people have direct access?"
"Just telling her the truth." He looked shyly at the his feet.
Donna cursed her alabaster skin, as she started to blush. Time for misdirection. "Do you have your list of questions for the doctor?"
"Yes." He pulled it out of his jacket pocket.
The elevator doors opened and they started to walk through the lobby.
"Don't forget to tell him about the nightmares."
"Don-na!"
"And that you're under a lot of stress and you aren't eating right."
"He's just going to yell at me."
They walked into the busy DC streets, Josh turned to her and watched a gust of wind push Donna's hair in front of her face. In one smooth action she pushed the strand away, her eyes still filled with concern. "Well, you don't seem to listen when I do it."
"Are you really that worried about me?"
She shrugged, "Just telling the truth."
He looked up to his office window, leaned in and gave Donna a kiss on the cheek.
Once again she blushed as he started to walk towards his car. "Was that because she was watching from the window?"
He wanted to smirk, but didn't. He looked over his shoulder, when he was certain she was out of ear shot, he whispered. "No."