It was late in the night yet I was still sitting at my desk, with the damn photographs that were in the yellow folder, in front of me. How in the fυck am I supposed to discus these photos? What is there to discus other than what they are? How are they relevant to my job?

The first photograph was a photo of an elder woman, maybe in her 90s, she was holding her hand out and looking at it.

The second photograph was of single sunflower amongst a large field of weeds.

The third and last photograph was of a green apple on a grey table. This one was the hardest. I didn't know what I would say about the others much less of this one.

There's a green apple... That's it.

The clock read 11:45. Okay, I'm just about ready to go to bed. So I gave up and made my way upstairs since I had already brushed my teeth. I laid in bed and the photographs wouldn't leave my mind, neither would he.

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Once I got to work the next morning with a hot mocha in my left hand and a nonfat latte for Mr. Bieber in my right hand and the yellow folder under my arm, I walked to my desk to look over today's list of tasks:

Good morning,

1) Nonfat latte as soon as you get here.
2) Discuss photographs.
3) Pick up a camera for me at 2378 Talmage Ave. Be there by 10:30.
4) Make packets
5) Organize papers in my office.

Hmm... Today's list was pretty short. Making my way over to Mr. Bieber's door, I held the two coffees and my yellow folder. I knocked with my elbow then carefully opened the door.

"Good morning Mr. Bieber, here's your coffee," I said placing it on his desk.

"Good morning Ms. Ozera, you're early today," he said. I looked at him, he was wearing an black snapback backwards, and a burgundy flannel. Once again, looking as attractive as ever.

"I bought the coffee on my way over here, I guessed that you might want some," I said looking down.

"Thank you," he said motioning for me to sit down.

I sat down and took the photographs out of the folder, my hands shaking because I was nervous as hell about what I would say.

He sat up then said, "So what did you think about the pictures?"

"Honestly, I stayed up most of the night trying to come up with what to say... This one reminds me of how fast time goes that one minute you're looking at yourself thinking 'I'm still young, I still have time' but then one day you wake up and realize that you're old and wrinkled and your life has passed right before your eyes," I said pausing to look up at his reaction.

He wasn't even looking at the photo, he was just looking at my lips as I was taking. He smiled at me then pulled the photo with the single sunflower, "What about this one?"

"It reminds me of how you can stand out by being different or how lonely one can be," I said.

"And what about the apple?"

I stared at the photograph for the longest time ever before looking up at Mr. Bieber and saying, "I don't know about this one."

"What comes to mind when you see it," he asked licking his lips.

Do I need new panties? I think so. Crap, what's wrong with me? He's my boss. I started talking trying to forget about my sexual thoughts, "How there's always this one object or person in your life who seems to be the only one that brings color into your life because they never lose their own color."

"Very good Ms. Ozera. You're interpretations were astonishing," he said grabbing his latte and taking a sip from it. I watched as he swallowed making his Adam's apple thrust up then down. I closed my legs tight, I'm right about ready to jump all over him.

"Really?" I asked, my breathing now louder and faster.

"Yup they were thorough and exactly what I was looking for. I like you," he said.

I stared at him trying to understand what he meant by that last comment.

"I think you'll go far in the photography business, keep doing what you're doing and you'll succeed," he said.

"Thanks for the advice Mr. Bieber, is that all?" I asked.

"Yup, you can head over to your desk now," he said.

I nodded giving him a small smile before getting up and exiting his office. Fudge he's dreamy and he's all I want. I let a breath out and walked over to my desk, sitting down. I sat looking out the window that was to my left.

"Alina."

Mr. Bieber is so attractive that I could just run into his office right now and totally just rip his pants off, pulling my jeans down along with my-

"Alina!"

I turn my head and find Myra standing in front of me. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine why?" I responded.

"How was this morning discussion with the big boss?" She asked smacking her gum.

"Um okay I guess? He doesn't talk much, does he?"

"No, he actually doesn't. He has high standards or expectations towards others. He's private about his life and doesn't really speak to anyone about their own life unless it's necessary," she explained twirling a stand of her hair in between her fingers.

"What about how rude he is?" I asked.

"Just a part of being a boss. He's like that around people he interviews and around new employees. After a while he's just a regular person," she said.

"So he's actually nice?" I asked.

"Yeah, you could say that. He doesn't treat anyone bad or anything if that's what your asking. I think he's a good boss actually, you might think he's exceedingly strict but he's not. He's chill," she said.

"Good to hear. I thought he would be one of those bosses that's always on your ass," I said.

She giggled, "He's not. Well I better get back to the front desk before anyone misses me."

"Okay, thanks for coming over to see if I was okay."

"No problem," she said walking away.

I looked down at my list of tasks. I need to go pick up a camera by 10:30. It's 9:06 right now, I better check how far away it is from here. Taking my phone out, I search the address on my maps app. Approximately 25 minutes.

I better get going then. I grabbed my purse and made my way over to the parking. After driving for like 30 minutes and always turning in the wrong street, I got to the place. It was 10:25, just in time. I parked my car in the street and walked over to the door of the old worn out six story building. There was old graffiti all over its walls and the windows were gated up. I walked inside greeted by a young secretary. "Good morning, what can I do for you?" She asked.

"I'm here on Mr. Bieber's behalf to pick up a camera," I said.

"Oh good, to your right and then take the stairs down to the basement, walk straight ahead and there should be a door to your right," she instructed me.

"Thank you," I said walking over to the stairs on the right. I slowly walked down them.

The interior of the building was new and very different to the exterior. Its walls were nicely painted a teal color and there were many paintings hanging on the walls. As I walked down the stairs towards the basement, the lighting started becoming dimmer. There was an awful stench that soon filled up my nostrils.

As I entered the basement, the walls were made out of brick and the pipes were in view and were leaky. The floor was covered in puddles and I tried my very best not to walk in any of them. The sound of water droplets hitting the floor echoed through the basement. It felt like I was about to be murdered from how creepy and unusual the place was. I finally reached the door that was on the right. I knocked once and waited for a reply. The door was slightly open so I slowly pushed it all the way and walked inside into a very well lit room with cameras and pieces of metal all over the place. There was a man with his back to me.

"Hi, the girl at the front desk told me to come here for a camera?" I said, it actually kind of came out like a question.

There was no response so I walked closer to the man and tapped his shoulder. He jumped and removed his headphones from his ears. Ah, no wonder he didn't answer me, he was listening to music. "Sorry if I startled you," I said.

"It's okay, can I help you with something?" he politely asked as he put down the camera he was fixing.

"I came to pick up Mr. Bieber's camera," I said.

"Oh yeah, I have it over here," he said walking over to a shelf and picking up a box off of it. "You must be his new assistant."

"Uh yeah, I just started," I said. He nodded in comprehension and handed me the camera.

I took it from him and he handed me a clipboard with a paper on it, "Sign this saying the camera had been picked up.

I signed it and handed him the clipboard. After we said our goodbyes I walked back out to my car gently placing the camera in the passenger seat. I drove back to the studio and brought the camera to Mr. Bieber.

"Thanks Ms. Ozera, did you have any problems getting there?" He asked as he opened the box taking the camera out.

"Nope, everything was fine Mr. Bieber," I said.

"Sounds good," he said giving me a smile before focusing on his camera.

I excused myself and waked back to my desk. I did the next thing on the list, staple packets. The packets had five pages and there were more of them. I guess it was a new contract or something. I stapled and stapled and once again stapled until I got through half the stack. It was now lunch time but if I didn't staple more packets I probably wouldn't finish today.

Mr. Bieber came out of his office to eat lunch and looked over at me. "How's it going newbie?" He asked.

"Good, thanks," I said.

He walked over to my desk and watched me as I stapled another packet of papers together. "Aren't you going to eat lunch?" He asked.

"In a bit, I'd like to finish this," I said.

"You're very determined Ms. Ozera," he remarked. "Join me for lunch."

I stapled another packet as I looked up at him, "You want m-me, to join, y-you?"

"Yes, is there something wrong with that?" He asked.

"No not at all," I said picking up five more papers to staple them.

"Are you coming then?" He asked.

I slowly stood up and grabbed my purse. He started walking away and I followed him out of the studio.

"What would you like to eat?" He asked.

"What are my options?" I asked.

"Chinese, sandwiches, Olive Garden, or fast food," he said slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Sanwiches sounds good," I said.

"Alright," he said walking. I walked a few steps behind him but he stopped and looked back at me. "Why are you walking behind me? Aren't we supposed to be walking next to each other?"

"Oh, sorry," I apologized and started walking by his side.

"So when do your classes start?" He asked.

"Mid October," I said looking at where we were going.

"Are you excited?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited, it means homework and essays but I'm still excited," I said looking over at him.

"And are you majoring in photography?" He asked.

"Yes how'd you know?" I asked.

"It said it on your résumé," he replied smiling at me.

"Oh, duh, I'm stupid," I said mentally face palming myself.

We walked up to a cafe called 'Panes Bread Cafe'. He of course opened the door for me like a total gentleman making me want him more. I barely know this man but I still want him, all of him. We stood in line side by side waiting behind two other people.

After I looked at the list of sandwiches Justin asked, "What are you getting?"

I mentally read down the list, chicken club, Sunny California, pollo diablo, turkey turkey, super panes, ham and cheese, Oaxacan pork, the popular, and portabella. He was looking at me the entire time as I read the list and chose what to eat. Hmm... "I think the super panes sounds good. What about you?" I asked.

Without even giving a glance at the list he said, "I usually have the ham and cheese but I think today I'll have the same as you."

He was still focused on me, his eyes were on my lips as I talked, "You don't have to have what I'm getting."

"You're different," he said now looking into my eyes.

"Oh really? Is that a good thing?" I asked.

"Yes. You're unique. Your food choices are also unique which tells me that you'd be great in the photography business," he says smirking.

"I'm glad to hear that, but my food choices tell you that?" I asked giggling.

"Okay that sounds weird but what you said about the photos too. You take risks even when eating, like why didn't you just choose the ham and cheese or the chicken club?" He asked.

"I don't like chicken in sandwiches and ham and cheese is too basic, no offense. The super panes has bacon and I love bacon," I said.

He laughed, "None taken, but I don't like trying new things that's why I stay on that basic level."

I laughed too, "Then it's good that I came with you to change your basicness."

"Hi what can I get for you guys," a nice lady said.

Justin smiled and turned to her, "Two super panes and two waters."

I started taking my wallet out but Justin handed her his card, "I can pa-"

"I got it," he said.

"Thanks," I said as I walked with him over to the pick up section. Justin handed me a ten dollar bill and smiled. "What's this for?" I asked without getting it.

"The coffee," he replied.

"Well you paid for my lunch right now so we're even," I said pushing his hand away.

He shoved the ten dollar bill in my pocket, "You're a college student, you need as much money as you can get."

"Yes but my dad has his own law firm which gives me more than enough money, thanks though," I said reaching in my pocket to take the ten dollar bill out.

"I hate when people refuse my offer," he said with a stern look on his face.

I stopped what I was doing and changed the conversation, "What number are we?"

"Sixty-nine," he said chuckling.

"Sixty-seven!" The cook yelled.

"What's so funny?" I asked already knowing why he chuckled.

"Sixty-nine..." He repeated.

"What about it?"

He gave me the 'are you serious right now?' look. I shrugged. "God, you're innocent."

"Actually, I'm a grown up," I said hinting that I was mature enough to not laugh when someone said sixty-nine.

He winked at me and my panties instantly were soaked. Look what a wink does to me imagine his touch...

"Grown ups do sixty-nine its when a girl lays backwards on a guy and su-," he started before I cut hit off.

"I know what it is... That's not what I meant though," I said.

"What did you mean then?" He asked.

"That grown ups don't laugh when they hear sixty-nine," I explained.

"So you're saying I'm not a grown up?"

"If you take it that way then yes," I said turning away from him.

I felt something against my ear. Is it his face? Then I felt soft breathing brushing my hair and the edge of my ear. Yes it is oh my. There goes my heartbeat. He said, "I bet you she does sixty-nine."

I looked over at the maybe forty year old cook who had an angry look on her face and looked like she maybe gave birth to five children, "Ew... Thanks for the mental image..."

He laughed then the grumpy cook yelled out our number. Justin grabbed our plates and water then took them with him over to a table where he pulled my chair out for me to sit on. I thanked him and sat down.

After we started eating, to break the silence I said, "You're quite the gentleman."

"You think so? Thank God, I'm trying really hard," he said making me laugh. But he didn't laugh with me he was serious...

"Wait, are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes!" he replied.

"You're kinda not supposed to tell me that then," I said.

"Oops," he said popping a chip in his mouth, "I'm actually not that nice and a bit immature if you haven't noticed."

"Oh I've noticed alright," I said giggling.

"Sorry if I appeared to be rude during your interview, I was having a terrible day and I'm selective of those that I employ," he said.

"That's okay, but what does it take for someone to become your employee? You seem to have given me the job without thinking twice," I said.

"Let me be blunt, attractive employees bring in more people. That's why I hire those that are attractive."

I laughed, "You're the looks kind of guy? That looks pretty bad to only be interested in looks and not in one's work ethic."

"But you're a hard worker right? So is Myra and the rest of the workers at the studio," he said.

"Okay that's true," I said giving up the argument and taking another bite from the sandwich.

He smiled a victory smile and also took a bite from his sandwich. "You should thank me."

"Thanks for lunch," I said almost rolling my eyes.

"No not for lunch, for giving you a compliment," he said taking a sip of his water.

Everything he does is so sexy, I just can't anymore I need water too. The thirst is overwhelming and even I'm recognizing it...

I tried remembering the 'compliment' he said he gave me but I couldn't remember. Then it got to me, he hires 'attractive' people so by hiring me he's calling me attractive. Lame but whatever. "I'm not sure that's much of a compliment, but thanks anyway."

He smirked and continued eating.

"Do you want to tell me about yourself?" I asked.

"Chill... It's our first date," he joked, "we should wait until the second date to get to know each other better, so we can figure out if this will work out."

I remembered Myra had told me that he was private about his life. I rolled my eyes and he quickly sat up from his slouching position in his chair.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, I hate when people do that," he sternly said.

I bit my bottom lip, slowly letting it pop back out from in between my teeth. His eyes were focused on my lips.

After lunch we made our way back to the studio while I asked him about the type of work he does. He does professional photoshoots and sells other people's artwork.

I would like to say that Mr. Bieber is an interesting person but he refused to tell me anything about himself so I can't say that. He's quite the joker though, and he's also a flirt, an fυcking sexy flirt.

Smut is on its way, I promise. And once it starts, it's never going to end.

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