The warnings for this chapter are pretty much the same as the first one, nothing really too much will occur in this chapter, but this fic will lead on to eventual smut and BDSM.
"So… tell me about yourself."
His words echoed throughout Meg's head, and not in a good way- she always found those words to be slightly daunting. She didn't want to share too much about herself, sharing too much about herself would (in Meg's mind anyway) certainly drain the mystery away from their new proximity within the company. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to notice his eyes travel over her small frame, and Meg thought it was only fair to return the attention. Her eyes travelled over his blazer, over his blue striped shirt with the white collar, over his red tie and matching red suspenders… Meg wanted to remain professional (well, for now at least) so her attention moved back up to her new boss' face- damn, Meg hoped Dean hadn't noticed that. Of course, Dean had noticed it, it was as obvious as his eye wondering, but the business man knew it was only fair since he had done pretty much the same a few moments ago, and let it go almost instantly.
"Well… I grew up in Cheboygan, moved to Chicago after I got a job as Mr Roman's secretary at Richard Roman Enterprises. Worked as his secretary for around three years but since Richard Roman Enterprises was in a bit of financial issues, he let me go a few weeks ago, but he moved me here- said I was too good to let go to waste so he helped me get this job." That seemed like a perfect introduction in Meg's mind… it didn't tell her new boss too much about her but gave him a few of the basics. Meg loved to leave a mind wondering… it was no fun to reveal all she had to offer to him straight away.
Well, Richard's loss was Dean's gain. So far he was extremely (perhaps, too much) impressed by his new secretary, the fact that she had worked for Richard Roman was very impressive on its own- he was fully aware of Richard Roman Enterprises and its merits, everyone who read the morning newspapers were. Also, Dean was rather impressed by the confidence Meg seemed to have even though they had just met, most people in this situation would have at least a bit of nervousness, but not Meg- and if she was nervous, Dean had decided that she was very good at hiding it.
"And how old are you? That is… if you don't mind me asking…" Dean knew he was asking a somewhat risky question, but he preferred to find out the small things about a person before diving into further knowledge.
"Bit personal, isn't it?" Her voice was covered in a thick layer of humour, and Dean couldn't stop himself from admiring the woman… he was certainly looking forward to learning more about the confident woman. "I'm twenty nine, thirty in July… what about you? I would guess but I'd rather start working for you on good terms…" Dean couldn't stop himself from chuckling slightly at her comment- oh how he hoped she'd use her wit on even the most stressful of days to lighten his mood a bit.
"I'm thirty three." Dean replied, trying and failing to get his serious tone back. Meg's face lit up slightly at his words, his actual age wasn't too far off Meg's prediction of thirty two. "I would like to give you a two week trial as my secretary, there is no doubt in my mind that you are right for this role… but I'd like to use these two weeks to see if we get along well, I think if I'm going to be working so close to you… we might as well get along, okay?" Meg knew that Dean was being more than fair with her, considering that Dean hadn't been noted about Meg's position until around twenty minutes ago.
"That seems perfectly reasonable… thank you Mr Smith." Her voice was unlike it was before, the thick layer of humour she had shown to him before had been replaced with a voice of firm respect, and it made Dean smile softly.
"You're welcome…" He replied softly, his voice trailing off before he continued to talking, the volume and the layer of confidence he showed to all of his colleagues back almost immediately. "So, before I show you to your new office and we begin working together, is there anything else you'd like to know about me before we begin?"
"Yes there is one thing… What is your coffee order?"
Ah, and now Dean was sure that the pair would get along just fine. Dean found it hard to focus without coffee; it was probably his only bad habit. Every morning he made himself a relatively small flask of coffee, so it felt like a more than decent idea that someone made his coffee for him. He didn't want to take advantage of Meg, but Meg was offering, and he saw no reason not to take her up on her offer.
"Good question…" Dean remarked, placing his large hands on the desk as he pushed himself up off the desk. Meg was rather surprised at Dean's height, she expected him to be shorter than that- but Meg had no reason to complain, he was still extremely tall compared to Meg's small frame. "…I like mine with two sugars, not too weak but with rice milk instead of normal milk. I'm trying to detox, but if you give me normal milk as a mistake don't worry, I'm not lactose intolerant." He began to walk around his desk, stopping at the side as he looked down to Meg. "Would you like to see your office?"
"Absolutely." Her face lit up even more, if that was even possible. That was an offer Meg simply couldn't refuse. She was surprised that Dean was showing her the office already, she expected him to show her the office later on when he was surer on her role in the company. Meg placed her hands on the arms of the chair and pushed herself up with ease- the office chairs were surprisingly more comfortable than Meg thought. Dean smiled softly at Meg's eagerness- Dean hadn't seen that in many of the employees here since he started, and it was like a nice breath of fresh air.
Dean approached the door, his fingers wrapped around the metal door handle and pulled it down, he pulled the door open and held it open for Meg using his back. Meg had to stop herself from grinning at Dean, her grin hid under a small smile and she walked towards the door. Her gaze diverted from him as she walked through the door and past him- after all, she did have plenty of time to look at him throughout the next two weeks… and possibly more if the two trial weeks were successful.
Once Meg was fully out the room and into the long corridor, Dean walked away from the door and into the corridor too, letting the door close slowly on its own as he walked down the corridor with her trailing behind him. He didn't have to walk too far down the corridor to find the door to Meg's office; it was next to his after all. The door to Meg's office wasn't directly next to his door, but only a few paces away- almost too convenient. Much to Dean's delight, the door was unlocked, with one swift pull on the door handle followed by a push- and the door was open.
The office wasn't as big as Dean's, which was to be expected of course- considering Dean's position in the company compered to Meg's, but it was nice and cosy. It had everything she needed to work, all the technology she needed plus a number of different filing cabinets and storage boxes for all the paper work that was to be expected with the job.
Dean shifted to the side of the door frame to give Meg more than enough room to walk into her new office, he had to stop his eyes from wondering down to her clothed behind… and it didn't help that Meg was swinging her hips as she walked.
"How'd you like it?" Dean asked, giving his secretary his best poker face covered with a small smile, trying to stop such unprofessional thoughts from entering his head again.
"It's brilliant, thank you Mr Smith…" Her voice trailed off as she spoke his name, she remembered he told her not to call him that and call him by his first name- but Meg didn't like calling her boss by their first name, she never had. "Would you like that coffee now?"
"That sounds pretty good, thank you Meg… do you know your way around the floor?" His back rested against the door frame, and his small smile turned into a slight grin- he could never resist a good old cup of coffee. His question made Meg nod gently, she hated nodding too quickly- it made her seem eager and somewhat desperate.
"Mr Adler gave me the tour earlier; I'll have that coffee for you soon." Her eyes were fixed on him as he pushed himself off the door frame, his eyes still on her as he began to walk back to his office.
"Thank you, I'll be in my office if you need me…" And with those final words, he disappeared from sight and back into his office. Meg's tongue slipped across her lips, she felt like she had been repressing that action since the second she walked into the office.
