BE MINE Blondie & The Bodyguard *Alabama and Jeremiah*

Not what I want to do

Alabama

When I wake up, Jeremiah is gone, which is great, because I need to get ready with no distractions, and he is a big distraction if you know what I mean. I shower and pick out my clothes. I still feel sore in between my legs. I love the way he can go on and on, and I can still feel him the next day.

I slip on my white thong, with a matching lace bra, then a black pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked in. Black heels and simple hoops for my earrings, with a gold chain with a small cross on it. Mom and dad gifted each of us the same one when we were little. I upgraded my chain to this longer one, so I can still wear the cross. It is my favorite piece of jewelry, and I wear it when I want to feel close to mom. She always wore hers. She and Austin were buried in theirs, and I have not seen any of my sisters wear theirs. Dad took his off the day she was buried, and I never saw it again. Today I need to feel her and hope she is sending me good luck and good vibes, so I can do well at this job. I brush my hair, but leave it as is, and spray some perfume. I check myself in the mirror and I look great. Let's see how this goes. I just hope I am not stuck in an office all day. Hopefully it is just for today, and I can get an assignment starting tomorrow. I don't think this type of outfit will work if I am out on the field, unless I have to be undercover and not get caught. My mind spins with all the possibilities of the job that Jer might give me. I am so excited. I grab my purse and keys and head out.

I arrive at the address provided in the email I received yesterday with all the details about me being hired. O'Connor, the big sign on the building reads. I am a bit early, so I drive around, trying to find employee parking, but don't see anything. By the time I circle back around, I realize that I have to get up there and have under 10 minutes until 9am, so I park in the closest spot to the front door, and grab my purse and hurry to the front door. The gorgeous woman in the front tells me to take the elevator to the top floor. She looks like a model. Her hair looks perfectly styled. Her clothes are beautiful.

"Hi" someone says. I turn and see a tall, handsome man standing next to me. Does everyone here look like they have just walked off the runway? "I'm Kevin, I work for the IT department," he tells me. "Hello, I am Alabama, today is my first day," I say and his eyes widen. He straightens up "Oh Miss. Reynolds," he says. His eyes look around before they land back on me. "It's Alabama, or just Ali, I prefer Ali over my whole name," I tell him. He nods, but doesn't say anything else as we get in the elevator. It stops, and he salutes me. Okay. "Have a great first day Miss, I mean Ali," he says, with a smile that looks more genuine this time. I wave, not wanting to say anything. The door closes, and I continue on my way by myself, which gives me a moment to think. That guy was acting a bit strange. I don't have time to over-think, because the door dings again, and I am on my floor. I step out and there is a big empty desk. I look around, but see no-one.

Jeremiah

She parked in my parking spot. Did she not see the sign that says CEO parking? Knowing Ali, she did not even care. Now I am running late and won't be there to welcome her. I drive around, and I am stuck parking on the other side of the parking lot. My mood goes to sh!t. Having to get up early this morning and leave her warm bed pissed me off, but I had to prepare, now it was all for nothing. I grab the two coffees I stopped and picked up for us. Katie at the front desk greets me and gives me those f*ck me eyes. Sorry lady, I do not f*ck my employees. I have always stayed true to that. Well, now I am hiring Ali, so I guess that goes out the window. But she is the only exception.

I make my way up, and when I arrive she greets me, standing there looking like the hottest secretary ever. I mean, I have never had a secretary, never needed one, but she is exactly what I envision mine should look like. "You are late," she spits, with a half frown, half smile on her face that only she could pull off. I don't even think anyone else can make a face like that. "Yeah, well someone parked in my parking spot, so I had to drive around until I found a new spot, then I had to walk further to get here." her eyebrows scrunch up with my explanation. I hand her the coffee I got her. She looks surprised and her face and body soften a bit. I made sure to ask Dallas what her sister's favorite coffee is, but of course she didn't know, so I just got her the same as me. It is a bit sweet, but I hope she likes it.

"I am here now though. Lets get started. This is your desk. You will be right outside my office. This is the smallest building with the least employees. Every Monday we have a meeting where we go over everything, any new contracts we have, new clients, who goes where, who stays here, etc etc. You are going to be working here, as my secretary." she frowns and her lips twitch. I know she wants to say something, but I continue, "Today I will go over how I like things done. I don't like mistakes, Alabama. I will be syncing my calendar, and you will take all of my calls and answer all of my emails. If it is something I need to go over myself, then you will forward it to my personal email address that only you have access to. During the weekly meetings, you will take notes for me. When we meet with new clients, you will go with me and take notes. If I have to travel," she cuts me off. "I will go with you and take notes," she finishes. I nod "You are a fast learner," I stare at her beautiful eyes. I wish I could grab her and kiss her, but she would probably punch my d*ck. I am sure she is pissed that she will be inside this office all day long. "I expect great things from you, Alabama. Now get to work, if you need me, you know where to find me." I tell her and walk to my office. I close the door, but open the blinds, so I can see her.

Alabama

"Thanks for the coffee," I mumble. A secretary. He hired me as his f*cking secretary. I want to pull my hair out. When he told me what he hired me for, I wanted to shove him into the wall and quit, but I decided not to. This is not what I want to do, but I can do this. I remind myself that I wanted this, a normal job. Where I don't stress pops out. He will be happy to know that I am not risking my life anymore. I will be behind these walls all day long.

I press the button for the huge desktop computer, but it doesn't turn on. I realize that it is not plugged in, so I get up and look for the plug. I bend over and plug it in. I hear a groan from behind me, that has me standing up straight. "Wow," Kevin coughs. "Oh hey, the computer wasn't plugged in. Trying to get my things going, so I can get to work. Don't want to piss off the boss-man," I say and he nods. "Yeah, I am here dropping off some files to Mr. O'Connor. Umm, want to go out for lunch? I can tell you how everything works around here," he asks me and I shrug, why not? If this is going to be my life now, I might as well make sure I can perfect this job. That is what I do. I have to be perfect at everything I do. He tells me about the broken coffee machine and about Tony, the suck up. I laugh. Kevin is pretty funny.

"What the h3ll is going on here?" Jeremiah storms out of his office fuming. "Oh, I uh," Kevin stammers. "He was helping me out, I don't know how to work the computer," I lie. "Here are those files you requested," Kevin hands Jer the papers. "Get back to work, Kevin," Jer says "See you for lunch," Kevin waves as he walks back into the elevator. Jeremiah looks at me. "Why are you seeing him for lunch?" he asks me. "He is going to show me around and tell me how everything works around here," I say. "You aren't going with him. I can show you everything," he says and I sigh. "Jeremiah. That is not a good idea." I remind him. "Fine, whatever, I need you to input all of this, call this number and schedule a meeting for tomorrow. I sent you my Calendar, so pick a time that is open for me. I will leave you in charge. I have to make some calls, so do not interrupt me," he tells me with an attitude. He slams his door shut, and I roll my eyes at him and get to work. This is going to be harder than I thought, and I don't mean the work-load.