Wanting to turn the fucking alarm off and sleep more I roll out of bed. Do turn the alarm off and stumble to the bathroom. Get the shower started then groan because I just went to get my hair done and no shower for this girl. Turn it off again then bend over the sink to splash my face before taking a look in the mirror.
My wonderful perm got a little rumpled by the pillow though it should hold up well to getting brushed. Turn the radio on first, it is always better to dance while you brush, keeps the hair loose. Probably not but it is my routine and does wake me up so I dance and brush my hair singing along. Don't sound that great, I think, but I'm alone in my tiny apartment anyway.
Finished with my hair I lean closer and do my makeup. I need to look nice for work, and I want to look extra nice for one specific person. Not that we really talk or I even know if she is interested. I do a little understated on the rouge and smokey eye shadow. Make the liner a little thick to bring out my blue eyes a little better.
Red lipstick to finish it off and I call me done to sexy. I hope sexy at least, especially for a specific woman. Not that she has really talked to me beyond good morning. Hoping that it is simply a fear of being rejected or accused of sexual harassment sees me to my bedroom to get dressed. Run into a problem here, my hair is not a good thing to do a pull over with.
Not going to wear a suit and jacket, I'm the secretary not one of the lawyers. Not that it hasn't stopped me before, but I got all done up so need to wear something to match. Search through my closet, even tossing things behind me which I never do. Finally I find it, it's not really a dress you wear to work.
Suppose you could if you are an escort or porn star. Still it screams hot chick right the fuck here so I am going to wear it. Not precisely designed as a step in but it is open enough for it. Puts my breasts on display, I'm not blessed with huge boobs but they are large enough to get cleavage. Find the matching heels and I am ready, so debate cereal or stopping the four steps to the kitchen.
Takes a moment and a glance at the clock then I am grabbing out one of the power drinks. It is at least something in my stomach then I am collecting my purse and keys to dash for my car. Unlike my apartment I have a nice car. Brand spanking new Melbourne red BMW Z4 coupe, my pride and joy, also seriously expensive.
Course with tiny apartment my car costs more than my apartment. Not precisely the best of things but really, secretary doesn't pay that well. Either I afford the bigger apartment, or the nice car. Since I live in Los Angeles having a car is almost a requirement. Also work in a law firm and they are sticklers for having nice cars in their lot.
Doesn't make that much sense but then my bosses are big time lawyers as well. The rich and famous have them on retainer. Which means on my floor there are only calls from the rich and famous. If I wanted to make a lot of fast money, not to mention need a new job, I can call up the magazines and shows with the information I have learned.
Oddly enough the rich and famous call up and are laying out the problems before I can transfer to their lawyer. They retainer the firm however so I need to figure out what the problem is. The partners have different fields they will cover. Course usually they pass most of it off to the worker bees as is said about them.
Lawyers are odd folk, the partners call their employee lawyers worker bees. Said lawyers say the same thing. Then I am at work, the parking lot anyway as announced by my eyes and my car. Quick check on my makeup then collecting my purse and out of my car. My work building is quite snazzy, tall and all glass, almost anyway.
It soars way up, a whole twelve floors. The first ten floors are cubicles, mail room, conference rooms, and the foyer. Floors eleven to twelve are mine, though I never said that. Floors eleven and twelve are where the partners have offices. Floor twelve is where the three who started the firm have an office, floor eleven is for the four new partners, and me, the executive secretary.
Entering the building the foyer spreads out before me. There are two receptionists to direct the visitors to the right place. Also accepting most of the phone calls, only a select client gets to call me directly. Sadly that is pretty much those who are celebrities, which is all of them it seems sometimes, honest, celebs are some self centered folk.
Almost a requirement, want to be a celebrity, be a selfish stuck up prick and you to can be a celebrity. There is one celebrity who is not. Really he is a very nice man, wants me terribly and I don't return the feeling. Did talk me into going to one of those awards as his company. Which seriously, is boring as all get out.
Best part of the whole evening, after it ending, was the announcer. Comic genius and was in rare form. Even got me a phone number, not his there was another girl there as eye candy and had the same feeling on men. We dated for almost a year and mind blowing sex, but she wasn't ready to come out and it got to her, got to me as well.
You try being the friend always going out to places with but in private tearing each others clothes off and liking it. I wanted more, I wanted the relationship. She wasn't ready so we split up and it was then that I saw her. Beautiful Miss Perkins, they had been reworking the eleventh floor to have a fourth office added, then the day they finished, she walked by me.
Call it love at first sight if you want, mostly because it basically was though mostly lust. She is sex personified I shit you not. Incredible body with enough boobage, beautiful face with the cutest little nose. Wonderful cheekbones, incredibly good with makeup, perfect hair, though I am biased, and the only woman partner.
Getting to my desk I sink down in the wonderful chair, and get ready for the day. Also hop up to greet the first partner to come in. Mr. Scores, actually his name and he has the jokes ready. He is rather tall and does go to the gym so he lives up to his name when he wants, also commitment avoiding so he wants often.
"Olivia are you rethinking your stance on dating me?" Glare up at him.
"No Mr. Scores, I just had my hair done and wanted to wear something appropriate for the hair." He grins and leans over the desk.
"Honestly that dress is appropriate dropped to the floor by my bed. Not that I am saying that since I don't want to be charged with harassment."
"Again." I remind him so he heads for his office chuckling.
Mr. Scores has been accused of it before in a different law firm. He lost his job and underwent counseling before he got a job here. I had been hired the same day so we met then though not seen each other until he got partner. Not that it was that hard, he specialized in a needed field, he is a business lawyer.
Business lawyers are needed on a fairly constant basis. He was the first of the duplicate partners. Miss Perkins is the second, she is a criminal attorney and apparently really good at it. Not as well known as some but she is in legal circles a rising star. Also drop dead gorgeous, with a voice that makes me melt, along with leak into my panties.
Then she is coming off the elevator so I am leaping to my feet and smiling.
"Good morning Miss Perkins." She looks over at me then slows down.
