"We can offer you to be put in touch with one of our more experienced salesman," Jan told Mr. Dake. Mr. Dake, Jan, Toby and I were sitting in the conference room discussing if I should be able to sell paper to some new clients that are following me to Dunder-Mifflin.

"No, no," Mr. Dake said rolling his mustache in between his fingers. "Amber is the sweetest person I've ever dealt with. She's the nicest, sweetest, most honest and helpful person I've ever dealt with for doing business with."

"She's not a salesman Mr. Dake," Jan repeated.

"She has experiencing selling paper from her old job," Mr. Dake told her.

Jan whipped her head towards me. "You didn't tell David Wallace this."

"It never came up and I assumed he knew since he had called a few people from my old job for my references," I said not wanting to look her in the eye.

Michael was walking back and forth outside the conference room. Jan had said that he wasn't needed since he wasn't my boss so he was kicked out. He argued that Toby wasn't my boss either but Jan said that if they were going to let me sell paper that he needed to record it and make sure to mark on my paperwork all the exceptions and what my pay would be, etc... Dwight was standing behind Michael glaring at me. Honestly, I was scared but he couldn't actually do anything to me. At least I hope not.

"Listen, I'll pay anything if you just let Amber do business with me," Mr. Dake insisted. "I'm sure the others would pay anything too."

Jan thought for a moment. Was she really going to let Mr. Dake get away? He is the head of a very big, prestigious law firm in New York and it would be ashamed if Dunder-Mifflin lost this account. David Wallace would probably be hitting his head against a wall for the rest of his life. Jan would probably be fired. The other few clients following me are either hospitals or other law firms. Not as big as Mr. Dake's but still law firms.

"It's been a pleasure Mr. Dake," Jan said as we walked out of the conference room.

"It certainly has been a pleasure!" Mr. Dake boomed shaking her hand. "I look forward to receiving my paper."

Mr. Dake shook Toby's hand and then mine giving me a smile. He waved to the rest of the office and left. Well, it took an hour to decide over something relatively simple but we did it.

"I'm assuming you made the right decision and didn't let some file clerk who knows nothing about sales sell to that person," Dwight sneered with his hands on his hips.

"Actually, she just sold 30 reams to a very prestigious law firm," Jan smiled patting my back.

Dwight turned his attention towards Toby. "This can't be allowed."

"Toby doesn't get to decide what is or isn't allowed," Jan stated. "Amber did agree to only half the commission you make in sales since she is being paid a good amount for her file clerk services."

Dwight huffed and returned to his desk. Obviously still steaming at the decision. I didn't mind. My old coworkers were like that whenever I sold paper also.

"Michael," Jan began. "Just because she's technically a salesman now does not mean you are her boss. She still works for corporate and I do not want to hear that you are trying to get rid of her just because a certain salesman is upset."

"But-"

"Now everyone," Jan ignored Michael addressing the whole office. "It is time to leave so you are dismissed."

What was she a teacher? Damn Jan, you are freaking scary as shit but you did get me my first sale here at Dunder-Mifflin, and you were smart and got some amazing accounts for the company. But, you still scare the shit out of me.

"Do you want to celebrate your first sale with Dunder-Mifflin tonight?" Toby asked as we gathered our things.

"Actually yes I would but instead of going out I was actually planning on making you dinner," I responded standing ready to go.

"That would be great actually," Toby smiled grabbing something from his desk drawer.

"Great! How do 7:30 sound?" I asked.

"Sounds perfect," Toby kissed me and I left to get everything ready for tonight.

Shit. It was already 7 and dinner wasn't even near being finished. I looked at the recipe for the spice rubbed lamb with roasted potatoes and spinach. I had to cut the potatoes a certain way to make them look fancy but I just didn't have the knife skills to do that so I just chopped them up, put some seasoning and olive oil on them and put them in the oven. The leg had been in the oven for a little under an hour and it wasn't even done yet. I haven't even started the spinach. Great. He's going to be here and he's going to be waiting for another hour.

I quickly got the spinach from the freezer, washed it, and let it drain. I checked both the lamb and potatoes, which were both not done. I dumped the spinach into a hot, oiled pan with garlic and covered it. I set out 2 plates, silverware, napkins, 2 wine glasses, and 2 water glasses. I filled the water glasses and left 2 wine bottles out; 1 red and 1 white. I took the cover off the spinach, turned it with the tongs, and left the cover off. Then the door rang.

"Door is open!" I yelled opening the oven door. I took out the potatoes and left the lamb in a little longer.

"Wow, it smells great in here," Toby said coming into the kitchen/dining area and putting a bottle of wine on the table.

"It should be almost ready," I mumbled as I turned off the burner to the spinach.

"Do you need any help?" He asked taking off his jacket.

"I'm fine, you can have a seat at the table though," I smiled back and then turned my attention to the lamb that was in the oven. Finally.

I turned off the oven, got my oven mitts on, and carefully took out the lamb. Oh it looked good! I got a serving plate and put it right next to the oven pan. I hope I could do this. I took the tongs and carefully picked up the lamb, letting the dripping slow. I felt it slowly slipping through the tongs and made a dash for the plate. Thank god, saved my face from hot drippings. I put the potatoes and spinach on one plate and brought both to the table.

"I haven't had anybody cook for me since my ex-wife and I first got married," Toby smirked as he cut the lamb in half and put each of the halves on our plates.

"I have never had someone cook a meal for me unless you count making cereal," I admitted. "But I like cooking for other people," I took a bite of the lamb. I don't know about him but this is amazing. Good job me.

"Your ex never even tried cooking for you? I'm not that great of a cook but at least I tried making my ex-wife dinner once or twice," He said half way finished with his lamb. I guess he did like it.

"Do you like it?" I asked finishing my potatoes.

"It's delicious!" He said biting into his last piece of potato.

"I'm glad you like it," I giggled taking the bottle of wine he brought and pouring it into both glasses.

"Where's Hayes? He didn't great me when I came in," Toby asked finishing whatever else was on his plate.

"He's in the backyard. That dog is so smart but can't learn that begging doesn't get him anything," I sighed taking a sip of the wine. "Actually since we are almost done, I can let him in."

Toby stood up. "I'll do it. You can finish eating," He went to the back door and called Hayes.

Hayes howled and came barreling in. He came up to me and put his front paws on the table.

"Hey no!" I exclaimed pushing his paws off the table. I quickly finished my plate as Toby came back. He started rounding up the plates. "No no, you sit. I'll put the plates in the sink and get dessert."

"You can bake too?" Toby asked.

"Of course! I love baking! Tonight, I made us mini chocolate lave cakes for both of us," I said putting the plates into the sink.

Toby leaned back, smiled and groaned. "Oh man, you're the best."

I blushed and went to get the cakes. I had left them in the microwave so that they wouldn't get too cool. I popped open the door and touched them lightly. Perfect! I took both cakes out of the microwave and set one in front of Toby and the other one in front of me. I sat down and watched Toby take the first bite. He made a face of satisfaction and went for another bite.

"I'm glad it's good," I giggled taking a bite of mine.

Toby nodded to busy eating his cake. He was actually almost done meanwhile, I was too busy watching him enjoy himself that I haven't even taken a second bite. I smiled and took another bite of my cake. I knew putting some coffee in would make this cake shine.

"That was an amazing dinner Amber. Thank you," Toby sighed putting his head back.

"It was my pleasure. I'm really glad you liked it," I blushed.

I finished my cake and gathered up the dishes. I put them in the sink, put some soap in, and started filling up the sink. As I waited for the sink, I started humming and swaying back and forth. As I turned off the faucet I felt hands around my waste, and lips on my neck. I felt my face get hot.

"Toby," I whispered turning around and looking up at him.

His lips immediately met mine. They were soft and warm but yet aggressive, and he didn't let up either. His hands went to my hips and held them tightly. My hands went around his neck and I pulled him in closer to me. My hands then moved their way to his cheeks. Toby was already working himself up but I could feel that he wasn't letting himself get past a certain point. I broke away from the kissing just to take a breathe and started it back up bringing my hands to this first button on his shirt. Maybe I just needed to start this process.

I popped his first button off. I felt him tense up. I smiled underneath his kiss and went down towards the second button. Toby's grip on me got tighter as he pushed me back up against the sink. I broke away from the kiss and looked into his eyes. He has naturally sad looking eyes but tonight they looked ready for anything. I smiled as I popped his second and third buttons off. He lifted me up on to the counter and again brought his lips to meet mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He hurriedly took his shirt off and then brought his hands to the top of my ass.

"Bedroom?" I asked breaking away from him.

"Don't mind if we do," He smirked and picked me up off the counter carrying me into the bedroom.