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Emily started her job as a secretary at one of the biggest law firms in San Francisco knowing that she was facing a challenge. Her interview process had been daunting, nothing like previous experiences had been before. She knew that people underestimated her, especially men, but she took every challenge willingly, took every win with a smile. She might only be 22 but with her life (something she kept hidden) she had experiences any of them could only really dream about. She used the fact that she was usually overlooked to her advantage, let the remarks about her looks go even when she felt fury, instead fixed the person saying it with a smile and then laughed when they would stand by in surprise at her knowledge of law, of the world.
She was a secretary and she knew that her job came with disadvantages, but it wasn’t forever, it was a summer job while she finished up her classes in college that her mother helped her get, much to her dismay. It would look good on her resume and it not having to be in DC with her parents was just icing on the cake.
She finds out quickly why the secretary before her had left. Aaron Hotchner was impressive, only 30 years old but still one of the most sought-after prosecutors in San Francisco, but he was also hardheaded, stubborn and would expect too much. He would expect perfection because, he seemingly was perfection himself. She would study him, how he worked faster and harder, the sharp angle of his jaw when he was told something he didn’t like and the darkness of his eyes when he looked at her.
He was attractive, it was the first thing she thought when she first saw him as she imagined what he would taste like. She forced herself not to stare as he introduced himself with a firm handshake and a gentle smile, one of the few she’d ever think she’d get. His shoulders were wide, he was tall even as she stood in heels before him and her mind flashed to images of him pressed against her back. She felt want the first time she saw him.
And she knew she was fucked.
She knew that her attraction to him wasn’t solely based off his looks, that as the first couple of weeks dragged on and she got to see the way people reacted to him was also part of her attraction. The way he effortlessly demanded respect, the way he would go from gentle and caring when talking to a young, single mom to firm and assertive when another lawyer stood in his way. He demanded more from her, would push her to her limit until she would bite the inside of her cheek from frustration and he’d only give her a hard look in return.
He was intimidating, he was addictive.
Aaron couldn’t really describe the way his new secretary intrigued him, he felt it the first time he met her, the allure in her. She looked at him with eyes that from a distance would seem naive but there was something lurking in her dark orbs, something hidden in the slight curve of her lip. He would watch her sometimes, saw the way she easily manipulated the men that overlooked her and he quickly realized how intelligent she was.
She would come into his office with a careful smile and cheeks tinted pink that could be mistaken for innocence, but he saw right through her, and he wanted to pick her apart. He knew that the attraction he felt towards her was something he shouldn’t act on, she was so much younger, she was his secretary, she would be gone once school started back up, and yet he couldn’t help himself as he admired the silent confidence that radiated off her, didn’t stop himself when his mind wandered to what sounds she’d make as he made her lose control.
It was dangerous, it was thrilling.
The tension between them only gets worse, subtle flirting and words dripping with innuendo that only makes her want him more. She’s sure he feels the same, is sure that she’s not imagining the way his eyes always find her, staring so intensely at her that she has to fight her body’s urge to just drop whatever she’s doing to obey his every whim.
He can see it on her, the way she so clearly craves him and he can’t say that every day isn’t getting harder. All he wants is to know what she feels like, what his name would sound like falling from her lips as her body twitches from extasy. He wants to act on it, wants more than anything to give in to his desire for her. He watches with pride as her snide comments and slight digs at men leering at her makes them crumble to pieces, the power she possesses addicting because he’s pretty sure that for him she’d give herself willingly. That thought makes him hard in an instant, his cock jerking in his pants as he goes lightheaded.
*
“Mr. Hotchner?” Emily knocked on the door to his office, his afternoon coffee in one hand as she entered. “David Rossi wanted to know if you can push your 2 o’clock to 3 instead?”
“What’s his excuse this time?” He gratefully took the coffee, barely looking up at her.
“I- I didn’t pry.” Emily batted her eyelashes once he met her eyes, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She tried to keep from squirming as his eyes flitted over her face, fastening on her mouth for a second before looking up into her eyes.
It had become a game, they both knew it, both aware of the seemingly maddening attraction towards each other. One of them waiting for the other to break.
“Call him back, let him know that 3 isn’t good. I don’t have anything tomorrow at 10 right?” He leaned back into his chair, his shoulders pushed back and legs widening just slightly and he caught the way she swallowed a little harder.
“That’s correct.” She tried to keep her eyes on his, hated the power he seemingly possessed effortlessly over her. She had always been attracted to power, to the things she shouldn’t want, but this was a new realm of want that she hadn’t experienced before.
“Push it until 10 tomorrow, if that doesn’t work for him then it’s 2 today or not at all.” He says, tone dismissive as he picks up his pen again.
“I’ll let him know.” She stood planted for another few moments and one of his eyebrows arched.
“Was there something else?” He asked and it seemed to jolt her out of whatever daydream she was stuck in.
“No.” She pushed some of her dark hair behind her ear and to anybody else it would look like a nervous habit but he could see the way her lip curled into a careful smirk, gone as quickly as it came. She was playing the part of young and naïve well, but it wasn’t fooling him. “That would be all. Let me know if you need me.”
His eyes flashed with something dark, his jaw clenching for a second and then he was nodding, taking another sip of coffee.
“Thank you.” He watched as she left his office, the door closing softly behind her and he breathed a sigh. Emily had been there for less than a month but they had been playing this game for weeks and he could feel himself close to breaking.
*
Emily let out a sound of annoyance as her computer froze, again. It had been an ongoing issue all day and she had managed to figure it out every time but she was behind on work because of it, the office close to empty as she tried to catch up, the hour late. The door beside her opened and Aaron stepped out, briefcase in hand and he stopped at the sight of her still at her desk.
“You’re still here?” He asked, he thought she had left hours ago.
“The stupid computer keeps freezing.” She huffed, and for the first time he got a glimpse of Emily not as put together as she seemed. “And I’ve tried everything.”
He set his briefcase down and walked around her desk to be able to look at the screen.
“May I?” He asked and Emily leaned back, rolling her chair away from the desk a little to give him better access.
“Please.” She felt the warmth of his body as he leaned over her shoulder slightly, his fingers on the keyboard as he tried rebooting it. She refrained from rolling her eyes, didn’t mentioned that it was the first things she had tried, and instead focused on the way his cologne surrounded her. She carefully looked up at him, never having him stand this close to her before and she saw the way his pulse beat in his throat and she forced herself not to lick along his skin.
Aaron kept his eyes on the screen, doing anything he could think of to get the computer back to working conditions, but he could feel her eyes on him, could feel how she leaned back into him almost subconsciously and he suppressed a grin. He feels the dark pull of arousal in the pit of his stomach, knows that as badly as he should try to keep himself away from her, he won’t be able to.
“Looks like this won’t sort itself out with my limited computer skills. How about you call tech first thing tomorrow?” When he looks at her he has to keep himself from groaning at the way her pupils are blown black, her cheeks tinted pink from arousal.
“Okay.” She breathes as she keeps herself from tugging on his tie, wanting nothing more than to know what his lips felt like against hers at that moment. The only thing stopping her is him stepping back and clearing his throat.
“I’ll walk down with you.” He says and waits until she’s standing too. The silence is thick with tension as they walk to the elevator, the seconds seeming endless as they wait for it to arrive.
He lets her walk into the elevator first, follows her and stands much closer to her than he should. He can smell her perfume, watches the curve of her neck from where it’s exposed from her hair up in a ponytail. He smiles to himself at the way her breathing comes out a little harsher even as she stares straight ahead.
“Are you alright?” He asks and he’s sure that he’s not imagining the goosebumps on her exposed arms as his breath falls against her neck.
“Yes.” She turns her head slightly to look at him. “I guess you make me nervous.” She admits and his smirk darkens slightly and the thrill of it sends a shiver down her spine.
“Why?” Aaron feels his own want simmer, his body hot in its suit as she stands a tiny bit closer barely an inch between their bodies.
“You see through me.” She whispers and the vulnerability of her voice surprises him. “I can’t hide with you.” Emily looks straight ahead again and she feels him step even closer, pressing against her back.
“Why would you want to hide?” His words are a whisper against her shoulder, his lips gracing her skin and she just barely holds back the mewl in the back of her throat. She cranes her neck slightly, wordlessly gives him permission and she feel his lips curl into a smile against her skin.
“I think you know why.” She whispers just as his hands fall to her hips and then the ding of the elevator comes through, loud and earth shattering and they both jump apart.
They go into the foyer, their eyes meeting briefly and while Emily’s look wide with worry, he seems calmer than she’s ever seen him, a confidence about him that makes her clench her thighs together.
“Well, good night Emily.” He smiles, leans in slowly as if he’s giving her time to turn him away but when she doesn’t his lips graze her cheek, heated and soft and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Good night, Mr. Hotchner.”
*
That night she spends most of her time thinking about him, about the way her body seemed to scream for him, craving him, making restless energy rush through her until the late hours of the night. She decides sometime after midnight that he won’t get her that easily, that the power he knows he has over her isn’t something she’d give him that effortlessly.
When she dresses that morning it’s hot outside and she chooses a dress just short of being inappropriate. The black dress is tight, ends mid-thigh with a cleavage that she knows will get his attention but isn’t too deep. It’s by far the most risqué she’d ever been at work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as she applies a tint of lipstick on her lips, smiling to herself in the mirror.
“Game on.”
He notices her the second she steps off the elevator with his morning coffee, already standing with a guy from IT at her desk.
“Good morning Mr. Hotchner.” She hands him the take-away cup of coffee and smirks when he looks at her quickly up and down, from the black heels to the exposed skin of her legs. When she removes her thin jacket his tongue sweeps quickly over his bottom lip.
“Good morning.” He says lowly and then notices the young IT-guy checking her out as well. “Spencer here is just about done with your computer. Aren’t you?” The edge in his voice makes the young man stutter, nodding quickly.
“Just gotta restart it and it should be good to go.”
“Then do it.” He says before his eyes move to Emily. “Can I see you in my office, there’s been a change in today’s schedule.”
“Of course, sir.” She struts past him as he gestures towards his office. She thinks she’s won this little game they’ve been playing, her smile widening as she stops in the middle of his office and then hears the door shut behind her. Before she has time to turn she feels him, voice rough as he speaks against her ear.
“So that’s how it’s going to be huh?” His hands land on her waist and she leans into his touch almost instinctively, already craving him.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” She bites down on her bottom lip when he growls, the sound dark and low and she shivers as she presses back against him, her back flush to his chest.
“You’re a menace.” He turns her in his arms, his grip only tightening as she faces him. He feels her breath against his face, feels the heat of her body against his, sees the filthy grin on her lips and he physically has to restrain himself from kissing her.
“What are you waiting for?” She teases, her head falling slightly to the side and his hands only tighten around her waist, making her gasp at the bruises he’s for sure leaving.
“Is this what you want?” His lips nudge against her cheek as he speaks. “You want me to fuck you right here in my office?”
“Yes.” She breathes and surges forward but he dodges her. For a second she feels shame, rejection itching at her but then one hand moves from her waist to hold the back of her neck, his thumb pressing under her chin to keep her eyes on him.
“When I fuck you for the first time I don’t want it to be rushed, I want to pick you apart and put you back together, I want you ruined, want you pleading and begging. I want you to give yourself completely to me, let go of every ounce of control you have.” He watches her eyes grow darker, the tint on her cheeks moving down towards her chest. “Do you want that? Are you ready for that?”
“Please.” She feels her underwear dampen, all of her control slipping away in an instant as his thumb moves from under her chin to press at the hollow of her throat.
“Good girl.”