Personal Assistant

Title: Personal Assistant By: pissiMissi Pairing: Nicolae/Hattie Rating: PG-13 Fandom: Left Behind Summary: Nicolae decides to make Hattie Durham his personal assistant one late night.

Hattie watched as Nicolae began to make her a drink, it was just the two of them in his office. Staring out the window she gazed at the black star-studded sky a little nervous being alone with him. Crossing her legs, Hattie looked back at him leaning forward as he added the ice cubes to her cup.

 Nicolae smiled at her, “I have been thinking about you, Hattie.”

 She almost gasped, but could not stop the smile that spread across her face, “Really?” Relieved by the dim lighting in the room her face was heating up and most likely red.

 “You have done a wonderful job. I cannot think of a more qualified individual for my personal assistant.”

 Her heart pounded, she felt as though she would melt. “Well thank you…I-I don’t know what to say I- Oh thank you very much.” She took the drink from him and sipped at it for several moments. Gathering her thoughts her eyes followed him as he sat in his leather chair, “I want you to know how much I appreciate the opportunity.” Hattie smiled, “I would never have dreamed I would have a chance to…to be…”

 Nicolae leaned back in his chair staring at her intently.

 “To be in this….” She swallowed hard brushing her hair behind her ear, “this...situation?” Hattie cleared her throat unable to ignore the tightening in her stomach as he continued to stare at her. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

 “Hattie, despite our professional relationship,” he stood up walking towards her.

 She nearly flinched with anticipation, “Yes?”

 His blue eyes pierced her green ones; “Your beauty,” he breathed, “is astounding,”

 Hattie blushed deeply, “Oh, Mr. Carpathia, I…I-”

 His finger brushed against her full lips shushing her, “Ah ah ah now I have told you. You call me Nicolae.” He pronounced his name beautifully, like honey even one his own lips. Ni-co-lae. Beautiful.

 She was aching to touch him now. “Alright.” She giggled; her face was merely inches from his. “Nicolae,” she whispered his name as his fingers slowly came up to unbutton her blouse. Letting the blouse fall around her she trembled as he lifted her chin to kiss her jaw line.

 His hot mouth moved to the base of her throat after planting a series of heated open mouth kisses, teasing her.

 Hattie unclasped the tan bra herself and tossed it away wasting no time wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him hungrily on the mouth. “Nicolae…” she purred his name, her body awakening beneath his skilled fingers.