Werk.

Towards the end of the event, you excuse yourself to join Sasha and talk about the evening. You obviously explain them right away what happened with Kamala and the position she offered you, you eventually shared the story with your uncle as well, who was very happy and proud of you. However now, your social energy is all the way down so you leave with Sasha to go home. As they drive, they bring up the unusual situation again. "I can't believe you're going to work for the President of the United States, that's literally insane. You'll probably know so many secrets and stuff, oh my god you'll have to tell me!" You laugh as you look at the road and shake your head subtly. "I'll try to share as much as I can but perhaps there's stuff I'll have to keep secret, you know?" They playfully groan and pout. "Yea, yea but you better tell me how it goes, especially with the hottie." You chuckle once again. "Kamala? She's married Sasha!" They glance at you while still paying attention to the road. "So? It never stopped you." You roll your eyes and playfully push their head towards the road. "That's not what I'm here for, but I agree that working for that kind of women is a bonus."

"There you go, that's my girl!" They encourage playfully as you just touch your forehead in despair. Once home you say farewell to your friend and join your apartment. Your thoughts immediately start boiling once you're alone and free from any distractions. Am I good enough? Does Kamala like me? Was she serious about hiring me? You go take a shower to stop your overworking mind but when you come back you have an interesting text from an unknown number. "Hello dear, it's Kamala. Let me know when you're available to discuss the details of your new job." Your heart skips a beat as you read the text and start wondering how to reply, or if you should call her. You eventually instinctively type back. "Good evening Kamala! I just came back from the event so I'm available right now actually!" Kamala is in her room, wearing pajamas when she receives your response. She smiles of satisfaction at your answer before she types quickly. "Perfect, I had a feeling you wouldn't be sleeping this early. We can discuss this through a call if that's alright with you." You feel a little shiver at the thought of talking to her directly but calm your nerves as you decide to hit the call button yourself as an answer.

She accepts the call as soon as she sees it, her cheerful and warm voice can be heard right away. "Hello dear, I see you're quick to answer your phone."

You: Hey, yea I was checking my phone when you texted so...

Kamala: I was wise to reach out at the right time then. Now, I'm gonna skip the small talk and get to the point if you don't mind.

You: Yes of course, it's already late and I'd rather go to sleep before sunrise!

She laughs at the cheeky reply and gets comfortable on her bed.

Kamala: Of course, I won't keep you up too late dear, I know you're probably tired. Okay, so... the first thing I wanted to discuss is your salary. It won't be minimum wage of course, as I said, this will be a demanding job that'll require you to take care of a lot of stuff and handle my schedule. You'll be paid accordingly.

You: Yes of course, I'm not doing this for money anyway but for the experience.

Kamala: I thought you'd say that, you don't come across as someone who values money. Let's talk about hours then. Being my private assistant means long hours and a lot of responsibilities so it won't be your average 9 to 5 job I hope you know that.

You: Yes I can imagine it's a changing planning with pretty unusual working hours.

Kamala: Indeed. In most cases you won't have a "schedule" per se, which is a problem that I've had with a lot of my previous assistants. Your schedule will change a lot depending on my own. It'll be... unpredictable, but I hope that won't discourage you because I'm willing to pay you very well and you clearly want the experience.

You: Sounds good to me! You're right, I'm interested to see how it is and eager to work with you. Plus the gap year allows me to be available so it's perfect!

Kamala: I can tell dear, I can tell. It's great. Are you free tomorrow afternoon by any chance?

You: Yes, yes I am, do you want me to start tomorrow?

Kamala: Yes I do, and since you're already so excited, I want you ready as soon as possible. Can you join me at my office at 3pm tomorrow?

You: Sure no problem! I'll just need the address but it's all good.

Kamala: Alright perfect. I'll text you the address and I'll see you tomorrow then dear. Go to sleep now.

You: Yes I'm going! have a good night of rest Kamala.

Kamala: Thank you dear. See you tomorrow.

She presses to end the call.

You take a deep breath once she hangs up and consider the new informations. I'm starting tomorrow... fuck. It's already late and you promised Kamala to sleep so you go to bed however you think about how to dress for the appointment for a while. The next morning, your late thoughts were worth it considering you know what to wear. You dress classy but still fashionable, wanting to impress Kamala. The address she gave you is actually the White House so you present yourself there nervously but apparently the guards excpected you. As you walk towards the huge mansion, your phone rings and you see a text from Kamala's number. "Hello dear, I expect you're here. Come up to the oval office, I'll be waiting for you." You look around in awe at the architecture of the place. The bodyguards greet you with a polite nod as you walk up the steps leading to the oval office. You arrive in front of the Oval office and knock lightly on the door. You hear a muffled voice from behind the door. "Coming!" After a moment, Kamala opens the door and smiles upon seeing you, looking you up and down with approval. "Ah, you're right on time. Good. Come in!" You smile warmly at her and walk in, looking at her for instructions.

Kamala closes the door behind you and walks over to her desk, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of it. "Have a seat dear. You look amazing by the way." You sit and smile again, feeling a light blush already from her compliment. "Thank you! I didn't reallyknow what was okay for that kind of job." She chuckles as she takes a seat behind the desk in her own chair. "You did well, don't worry. Like I said, being my private assistant is still a position that'll require a lot of public appearance, which means looking presentable. I'm glad you understood that without needing to be told." You have a stupid happy look because of her praise, she speaks again. "Do you mind if I ask... do you have a boyfriend?" Her tone is very casual but the question is coming out of nowhere. "Uh no, no I don't... why?" You reply with a subtle little frown. She leans back in her chair and rests her elbows on the desk, crossing her legs. "Just curious. I just need to know if you're single dear, for work related reasons." She sees you look a little taken off guard and smiles softly. "Oh yes, to make sure my schedule is not bothered by a relationship... anyway should I get to work?" You brush off shyly.

She grins, glad that you took the hint. "Precisely." She gets up from her chair and walks over to a bookcase beside the desk, pulling out several folders full of papers and returning to the desk, putting them next it. "These are my upcoming meetings for the rest of the week, can you take them and make a schedule with them?" "No problem! I'm not bothering you here though?" You ask considering she put the papers on the same desk as hers.  She waves at you dismissively. "No, not at all. Sit here beside me." She pulls the chair beside her and gestures for you to join her, I like sitting next to my assistant, it's more personal and I can watch you work. You smile brightly at her to hide your growing heartbeat from knowing you'll be right next to her. "Alright then, let's get to it." She grins back at you and pushes the folders closer to you. "Go ahead dear." She scoots closer to you and rests her chin on her fist, watching you quietly as you start working, looking at the papers intently while having a pleasant smile on her lips. Your cheeks get warm as you notice she's watching you and you start making notes of the different meetings and appointments first.

As you organize the meetings, she keeps leaning over and watching you work with interest, taking in every single detail of you. Seeing you concentrate on the work she can't help but notice the way your forehead gets all crinkled, your frowns of concentration and your lips pursed in focus. Without even realizing it, her eyes slowly linger to your legs. You don't see it as you start thinking of the best planning for her and stay focused on work. She continues watching you, her eyes roaming your body and slowly going up to your chest, stopping on it for longer than she should. It's difficult to not shamelessly stare at you. While you're busy creating the perfect schedule based on the meetings, she slowly reaches out and leans forward to grab a paper in front of you, her leg brushes gently against yours. You tense a little as you feel her leg but don't move, letting your legs touch slightly together. She lets her leg rest against yours, enjoying the light touch and how warm it feels. She looks down to her side subtly and notices that you didn't seem to mind the contact either. Her eyes roam up to your face again, her grin widening faintly.

She moves her leg again, gently pushing it against yours once more. You shift lightly on your seat but keep writing, a subtle grin on your lips. You feel her gaze and turn to her. "You have a gap on Friday, would you rather have the Times meeting in the morning or afternoon?" Her gaze is locked with yours, she takes a moment to answer, slightly distracted by the sudden eye contact and noticing how your eyes look into hers. She quickly gets herself together and clears her throat. She looks over it again before turning back to you. "Friday afternoon. It's better to end the day on something more laid back if possible, especially since I already have a few interviews scheduled." "Okay... perfect then! I'm done for the week then Saturday you have your flight to California for your speech." She glances over the schedule again to check that it's indeed perfect, then she looks up at you with an impressed look on her face. "You're a fast worker, I like it." She takes the schedule paper that you've just finished and looks through it, leaning back in her chair, her leg still pushed against yours.

You stay silent as you look at her, waiting to see if she's happy with your work. You keep your leg still as well. She puts the paper back down after a minute or so of silence, turning to fully look at you again. She smiles warmly at how you look at her with anticipation and gently puts a hand on your thigh, slightly squeezing it. "You did a great job honey. This schedule is perfect." You smile back, relieved that she's happy with you but your heart jumps as you feel her hand on your leg. You glance at her hand then back at her eyes. "Thanks! What else can I do for you?" She smiles again, enjoying the warmth and softness of your thigh under her palm and how you glance down at the contact for a moment, making her hold it there a second longer. "I need you to answer some mails, dear." You nod and get a computer to start the task at hand, staying next to Kamala. You notice she starts filling papers and you both work together comfortably, your legs still touching. She keeps on working silently and intently beside you, occasionally glancing at the computer in front of you to see what you're doing.

Her leg is still pushed against yours the entire time, the warmth of the contact making her mind wander and thinking about how nice it would feel to be pressed fully against you. She subconsciously shifts closer to you, the sound of her breathing growing slightly heavier. You move a bit closer too, your thighs and shoulders brushing together as you work and type. The contact makes her feel warm and soft, enjoying the light brushing of your body against hers and the feeling of your body heat radiating through the light touches. She tries to focus on her work, but it's becoming more and more difficult as her mind is completely focused on you, the sound of your breathing, the way your fingers move over the keyboard, the subtle glances you give to each other. She shifts again, unconsciously pressing herself into your side, her heart beating faster. After a while you look at her, surprised to see how close you actually are. "All done..." She is still a little too close for comfort, and doesn't hesitate to move even closer, pressing herself into you more.

She looks up into your eyes, her breathing heavy and her voice coming out a bit shaky as she speaks. "Very good, dear..." You look into her eyes silently for a moment, your heartbeat going faster once again as you hold her gaze. She keeps her gaze fixed on yours, her eyes slowly moving to look at your lips as she unconsciously licks hers. Her heart is beating fast too and her breathing still heavy, unable to look away from you. You look at her tongue as she licks her lips and your eyes linger a little on them. You wonder if you should lean in but you're interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. The noise breaks the spell over you two and you both immediately move away, startled at the sound. Taking a moment to compose herself, Kamala takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart before speaking. "Come in."

Y'all the urge to make them kiss is huge but let's take things slow K? 🤠

-Djedje <3