Another great one by Rontora!

Boss Lady!

Mercedes owns her own very successful business called Mercy's Intimates. Being the Boss lady is everything she ever wanted, but when her feelings for her assistant Sam start to surface, she has to decide if she is gonna give in or keep it strictly professional.

Mercedes took a sip of her water as she watched her assistant stretch at his desk. She wasn't a pervert, she didn't like ogling her employee's but when it came to him, she couldn't tear her eyes away and a part of her felt guilty. But when she wore those skin tight shirts that clung to his biceps, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Mercedes prided herself on keeping her workplace safe for all, and if it wasn't for the fact that Sam Evans was perfect at his job, she wouldn't have hired him 6 months ago. She had never had an issue like this, she was one of the hardest women in the game. At 36 years old Mercedes was CEO of Mercy's Intimates.

She sold everything from women's lingerie, to silk boxers for men. Toys for men and women, she was all inclusive. The lower part of her building was home to the very first boutique and the top floor was where she conducted business, where they fulfilled online orders and where she spent most of her time.

A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts, looking up Sam smiled at her and she exhaled with a deep breath. "How can I help you Sam?"

"All the orders for today have been sent out, and you are going to be late for dinner if you don't leave right now."

Mercedes shook her head. "I am not going to make it. I don't know why he keeps calling you, trying to set up dates knowing I am not interested. And what's worse is you keep adding him to my calendar."

Sam's lip quirked up. "The man has good taste in women, you can't fault him for that."

Mercedes cut her eyes at him, knowing he enjoyed pushing her buttons. Her eyes went to his buttons, Lord she wanted to rip his shirt off.

"Will that be all Mr. Evans?" She said, shaking her head.

Sam smirked, shutting the door behind him, moving closer to her. "No, that won't be all." he moved around her desk pulling her up to him. "Do you know how sexy it is, to work for the Queen of intimacy?"

Mercedes swallowed. "N-no."

"Well it is." He said pushing her against her desk and lifting her thighs to wrap around his waist.

Or that is what he wanted to do, instead he just shook his head. "No, I will cancel the dinner with Anthony and order you dinner."

Mercedes smiled. "Sam you don't have to order me dinner…"

"If I don't, you won't eat. So what do you want?" He asked.

Mercedes made the mistake of looking at him. You. She thought to herself. "Surprise me. I am gonna finish payroll while you are gone, so if you don't wanna take your motorcycle, you can take my car."

She grabbed her keys from her purse and handed them over, feeling that same spark she always felt when their hands touched.

Sam gave her one last look as he left and she grabbed her phone sending a group text. Two minutes later she was met with a video call on Duo.

She smiled. "Q, San, T. I miss all three of you and I am about to get sued for sexual harassment so there's that."

"So you finally slapped that assistant of yours ass huh? Was it as firm as we thought?" Santana laughed.

"I didn't slap his ass. Oh but I want to, Sam is so sweet and considerate. He is sexy and God his shirts just keep getting tighter."

Quinn shrugged on the screen. "It's your fault for hiring a sexy assistant. I warned you that could happen the day he walked into your office."

"Q you can't blame her, I would've hired him too. I love Artie but damn Sam is sexy." Tina laughed.

"Maybe all I can see is Mike, but I will keep my hands to myself. Why don't you go out with Anthony, the man wants you." Quinn asked.

"Anthony wants my money. He doesn't want me. He also thinks because I sell sex I should give myself up to him. He lost his damn mind."

"Nooo…how do you know?" Tina asked, leaning in.

"Because I overheard him. He was on the phone talking about how he didn't mind being with me because he could be a kept man, and how he was sure I was a freak because of what I sold."

"Oh, well good riddance, let's talk about your sexy big lipped assistant because I am certain he would bend that ass over your desk and tap it well." Santana teased.

Mercedes blushed, shaking her head. "Stop…besides over the desk is so cliche' if Sam and I were going to hook up in my office I would hope he's more creative than that."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

Mercedes shrugged. "Maybe it's up against the glass where we can both see out in the city, or maybe I come in and he is under my desk and as I am in a meeting he's eating me out. Ugh that would be hot."

"Hell yeah that would be hot…shit where is Brittany? We are about to play boss and assistant."

All the girls giggled and after a few moments, Mercedes said her goodbyes and was greeted by Sam carrying two styrofoam containers.

"Whatever you have smells so good." She said, putting her phone down and staring at him.

"Steak, medium well with a baked potato with all the fixin's."

He placed them down onto her coffee table and went to her mini fridge pulling out two soda's.

"Ugh you know how much I love me some steak, though I try to only eat it once a month." she said sitting on the sofa.

"Why?"

Mercedes smiled. "I want to lie and say its so I can maintain my curves or whatnot but the truth is, because I would eat steak for all my meals and that's just not healthy."

Sam laughed. "Yeah I feel that way about Cool Ranch Doritos."

"Uh duh! You are the one who told the entire staff that if they wanted to give you a tip for christmas just give you cool ranch."

Sam gave her his infamous lopsided grin. "What can I say, I like what I like." His eyes roamed her in a way that made her blush.

She ran her hands through her hair. "Okay well I know it's not cool ranch but you can't go wrong with a delicious steak, trust me."

They dug into dinner and she kicked her heels off. "So why are you here with me tonight? Doesn't your girlfriend wonder why I keep you so late?"

Sam glanced at her as he took a sip of his drink. "I am currently single. So no one is waiting up for me but my roommate Blaine."

Mercedes nodded. "I don't know if I have told you before but I really appreciate everything you have done. I know coming in to work here as an assistant after your issues with your old job wasn't ideal but you have been amazing."

Sam smiled. "Yeah I am going to be honest, I really thought that breaking down and telling you how my dad's company folded and I just needed something to help us get back on our feet, would have been the thing to push me over the top."

"Sam, I am actually glad you told me. Everyone who came in here was so focused on what I sold and if I gave them discounts they didn't get the point. You came in after having done your research and giving ideas on what we could do better. Sam, you are an asset. And you know I mean it, you are the highest paid assistant here and I make sure that you sit in on all of my meetings because you make things better, you make me better."

Sam stared at her. "You make things better for me too."

She bit her bottom lip leaning into him. "I do?"

Sam moved closer to her, bringing his hand up to cup her face, they both knew this shouldn't be what they were doing, but once their lips touched, there was no going back.

Sam pressed her body against his, needing her closer as his tongue brushed against her lips seeking entrance. Mercedes moaned out as their tongues fought for attention, hand running through Sam's hair.

After a few moments, Sam pulled away from her, nipping her bottom lip. "I always wanted to know what your lips felt like."

"Sam…"

He shook his head. "No. Just sleep on it." He leaned in and kissed her once again. "Goodnight."

Mercedes licked her lips watching Sam leave. "What the hell just happened?"

The next day, Mercedes had been itching to talk to Sam, she didn't want to confuse their situation, but mostly she just wanted to know that kissing him wasn't a mistake.

Sam walked into her office with a smile on his face, her coffee in his left hand and a notebook in his right. Shutting the door he smiled taking a seat. "Ms. Jones are you ready to go over your schedule."

She raised her eyebrow. "Looks like you want to say something else?"

Sam shrugged. "I wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked today."

Mercedes smoothed down her black pencil skirt as she looked down to her purple silk blouse. "Really?"

"Yes, but that would be inappropriate."

She blushed as Sam sat down and moved to lean against her desk. "Let's talk about the Puckerman brothers. You are the one who brought them to my attention, why should Mercy's Intimates invest in them?"

Sam handed her a file. "They are becoming a house hold name for their drinks, their candies and meats and cheeses. They sell an image and are doing well. But if they had someone like you, to cultivate them, to make them better, then I believe that you both could benefit from it. We could do gift baskets, have them full their signature drink which is Tequila and this bottle of Guava and Lime juice. It comes ready to make you just have to provide the cup and ice."

Sam leaned in closer to her seeing a little doubt on her face. "Think about it this way, a man or women, wants to create a great night for their partner, we would be the go to for everything. Weddings, Bachelor or Bachelorette parties, Valentines Day, birthday, all of it."

Mercedes smiled. "You really have done your research…"

"I have, but I shouldn't be in the meeting. I am a silent partner of Puckerman Industries and this is as far as I can go."

"Sam you pretty much presented a great case for them. I can't see why we shouldn't invest. I can get Kurt working on a prototype now and when they come we can see if it really works. Its like I told you the other day you have a great eye."

Sam stood licking his lips as he placed his hands on either side of her waist. "Speaking of the other night. I know I should apologize for kissing you, but I can't. You are, fierce and beautiful. You started with nothing but a dream and faith in your friends, and built yourself and empire. So no I can't apologize."

She nodded. "I understand…I wanted to kiss you too Sam, but I shouldn't have. I'm your boss. I shouldn't even be talking to you like this."

Sam shrugged. Ms. Jones I am your assistant, that means I am here for all of your needs. So put me to work."

Swallowing hard, Mercedes met his gaze. "Sam, as hard as this is to say I..."

Sam pressed into her. "Hard indeed."

Mercedes let off a slight whimper as Sam moved to her ear. "Tell me what you need from me Ms. Jones…let me release your stress."

Whew lawdd! that was hot!