Broken Alliances

Chapter One: Secretary

Haley James looked around the office, bored out of her mind with the proceedings. She'd never wanted to be a secretary to a wealthy sports agent. It involved long hours, lots of errands. A fairly thankless task. At least the pay was good.

As she always did, she sat up straighter and tried her best to look alert as a buzzer sounded and her bosses voice came through the intercom on her desk. With his voice, even when he wasn't in the room, she felt as though he was, his blue eyes on her, watching her fiddle with a pen on her desk and halfheartedly respond to his emails.

"Miss James, could you in here for a moment?" came the brisk, emotionless voice. She pressed a button.

"I'll be right in, Mr. Scott," she responded, smirking slightly to herself.

Haley forced herself to remember that underneath it all, she was lucky. Most twenty-four year olds didn't have a job as good as hers. Most of her friends were older than her, and did have good jobs, or were younger, just out of school, and still trying to find a place for themselves in the bustling metropolis of Manhattan.

"Mr. Scott, does this concern the fundraiser fax that came in this morning?" she asked pleasantly, nodding at him.

"Yes, as it happens. Miss James, could you close the door behind you?" he asked, barely looking up from his expensive oak desk. She compiled.

It was a good thing (though perhaps not based entirely on luck) that the office of Nathan Scott had a wall of wood, and not of glass. Because if the wall had in fact been made of glass, the entire office would have seen the wealthy, married businessman meet in the centre of the office with his young attractive secretary and begin making out with her, his hands sliding down to her thighs.

With a long sweeping motion he cleared his desk of the debris that cluttered it and easily lifted the petite young woman onto it. Pausing only to pull a condom from his pocket, which he handed to Haley, they began to strip each other of their heavy office clothes and make their way easily around their bodies.

Haley took a deep breath as he plunged inside of her, trying her best to hide her true emotions as she always did with him.

"How has your day been, Miss James?" asked Nathan distractedly as he slid into his expensive Armani jacket. She looked up in surprise from buttoning her shirt.

"Quite well, Mr. Scott, and yours?" she said courteously, sliding back into her reserved secretary self.

"Fine. Good, I guess. My parents are over for dinner," he said.

"And that..?" Haley cringed as she realized again how little she knew about the man that was her lover.

"Sucks. But my brother will be there, to share the burden. You know Lucas, right?" he asked, looking up at her and smirking as he caught sight of the black lace of her slip, seeping out from her reserved gray skirt.

"Yeah," she said, not bothering to elaborate. In a relationship such as theirs, Nathan never bothered to remember that Lucas Scott, though much older, was one of Haley's best friends. That he was almost the sole reason she'd managed to land the sought after post at his brother's company.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Just hanging out with my roommates. Peyton and Taylor. And I have a date tonight at eight," she explained. He paused in tying his right shoe.

"A date?" he asked, his face blank, his voice once again emotionless.

"Come on, you're married and I don't get blind dates?" she teased. His face relaxed into a smile.

"No, that's not what I meant. I want you to have fun," he said.

"I'm going to have fun, with or without your permission Mr. Scott," she teased, purposefully leaving her top button undone so the lace on her bustier peeked out. His eyes fastened to it as he nodded distractedly.

"Sure about that?" he asked.

"Entirely," she said, her voice low. He took a cautious step toward her and she lunged on him, and they fell to the ground, kissing with feverish passion.

After they were finally finished, Haley hurried out of her bosses office. Under normal circumstances, she would be fired. She'd graduated near the top of her class, yet she rarely put in a hard day's work. The fact that she'd so easily succumbed to Mr. Scott's seduction didn't put much more in her favour. Haley wondered how the entire office didn't get suspicious when she came out slightly disheveled after taking much more than the allotted time to take down a note. But maybe they did suspect-maybe it was a more common occurrence than she thought, with women that weren't Haley James.