The Office Fanfiction Novels & Stories

By offering her a space that is solely hers, I hope to convey my unwavering support for her dreams and aspirations. Alternatively, if she does not want to create a separate office, I am more than willing to share my own workspace with Skyler. Placing a desk in the corner of my office would allow her to have her own designated area while still being in close proximity to me. This arrangement would foster a sense of togetherness and provide an opportunity for us to bond and support each other in our respective endeavors.

"I will get you a new chair and a new desk, anything you want, so are you taking the job?" "Yes I will". Going over to the door, he locked it before going over to her, pulled her up, " I think we ought to celebrate by breaking in this office, we will be spending lots of time in here" his mouth came down on hers as he lifted her up into the desk, laying her down he got on top, his hands started undoing the button of her blouse.

Alexander Mancini POV I enter my office and lock the door behind me, treading across the carpeted floor toward my desk. My workspace is nothing to write home about. A couple of fake plants, old and tacky wallpaper, and a lazy ceiling fan rotating round and round. And it’s exactly how I want it. The decor screams ‘humble company owner.’ Nobody would blink twice at me or suspect me of wrongdoing. Everything is modest and understated.

, he said, pointing into the building. “ Okay”, I said as he led me back into the building. I had always fantasized having sex in an office. Being pushed against a table, a working table with files and documents, and being fucked on such table, while our work clothes laid on the floor, close to the door. And luckily for me, such fantasy was about to come true.

This is my company and one who is tired about the way things are done here should tender their resignation letter. My office was on the top floor so I got the Elevator. Soon I got to the second floor and walked to my large office. My office is a really cool space, bigger than every other office in the building. It has very fancy seats and a desk, its color is completely a blue- gray shade, it's kind of creamy-dreamy just like a beautiful cloud making it appear really chic with the touch of navy patches at the bottom.The color is translucent and warm. The office also has a three door filing cabinet on the wall and a good number of compartments in it where I can put in some of the files I was

he greeted respectfully. “What brings you to my office, Kidman?” Davien questioned, soundly composed, as though he hadn’t almost taken me in his office a second ago. I cleared my throat and made my way towards the door. “I’ll be in my office, sir,” I rasped out, my throat dry and legs ever so wobbly. I shut the door and put my heart on my chest, trying to steady its pace. Once in my office, I went over to my desk and chair, and sat down. I began to fan myself with some papers lying around. My ex-husband almost caught me making out with our boss. But why should I care about what Michael thinks? He and I are through. I’m allowed to move on, and yet I somehow felt like the idea of me being with

“If the room turns—on you, on her—don’t hesitate to throw me under whatever bus you need to. Use my name. My signature. My failures. Use *me* if it keeps them from touching her.” Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. “Careful,” she said. “You keep offering. One day I’m going to take you up on it in a way you won’t walk away from.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m offering.” He left. The office hummed in his absence—vent fans, distant intercom, the faint buzz of a muted TV in the staff lounge next door already replaying Council feeds on a loop.

He went back typing as I stepped closer. " That's how rumors starts, you know?" He stopped at looked up frowning.. " What rumors?" I controlled my laugh as I spoke.. " You surely never read novels.. This is how the office starts rumors like affair between CEO and employee..." His face twisted... " What the fuck?" I nodded... " The way you keep me in your room for hours ... Who knows what we might be doing behind these closed doors... Also the fact that I was specially appointed by you... Oh my god... I can foresee the future gossips from here...'

I hadn't finished as much work as I'd planned. "Can you wait at least an hour? Let me finish some of these things!" I said, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes. He smiled and leaned toward me. "First, how about a little fanservice for your boyfriend?" He was tall enough that his whole body cast a shadow over my desk. I blushed and glanced around my office. "No one's here. It's just your office," he said. I pointed at the surveillance camera. "There's that." "It's just a—"

He should back the hell out. “Why do you care? It's none of your business.” I sighed. "Well, it’s our office and you're distracting me.” He puffed. "I'm trying to focus, please.” He demanded. “Thanks for being realistic, this is no longer your office, so adjust, Dr. Liam.” "What?" He gasped. “What's what?” I mocked him loudly. "Let me guess, you thought you'd be double promoted, or get this space to yourself after ruining me?” I paused to get his response.