A Little Talk with the Boss

A Norway x Reader Story

Typing away with your neatly polished nails and a gentle sigh as you got into work, you had not noticed the time or the fact that your boss was late!

You’d been working with the Scandinavian Company for two years now and you’d risen in the ranks to be the boss’ personal assistant… well, alongside Denmark and Iceland of course. You’d enjoyed the company under Sweden but when Sweden had pulled Norway up as the co-boss; your new job was quite irritating. It was probably because Lukas was such a handsome guy, but for all his beauty there was a real arrogant streak that just grated on your nerves.

In reality, it had been Emil that had gotten you the job here when you’d graduated from college together… and it had been Lukas who’d you were initially the assistant for… but when he had decided to go abroad to get the company reputation up you had been working under Berwald. Berwald had been nice and kind, he’d never been cold and dismissive. Some said that Lukas was even very harsh, having told a previous employee that the length of her skirt was unsuitable for such a respectable company and that no one had wanted to see her spray-tanned legs. His demands could often be extreme, but he was not usually late and you were on edge.

At ten o’clock sharp the door of the elevator opened with a ping near the receptionist’s desk and you had just finished taking a phone-call that informed an important business partner that Lukas was detained in a meeting. Your eyes glanced up to catch the most terrifyingly unusual sight in the world… Lukas looking pissed and absolutely soaked. Even his neat shirt beneath his coat was three shades darker and you nearly dropped the phone on the floor.

Denmark rounded the corner into the offices and made a brief joke but within a second he was grabbed at the tie and told to shut up in a way that made you shrink beneath your desk. Watching Lukas storm back into his office and lower all the blinds, you gulped nervously and then spotted Iceland shuffling over towards you with eyes wider then an owl’s. You turned toward Emil with a nervous expression and he slunk downwards by your computer just so Lukas did not poke his head out and see him.

“He looks really angry… have you got his spare clothes in his locker _____? You did leave the key in his office didn’t you?” Emil muttered nervously and your eyes suddenly widened in terror as you noted the tiny metal key sitting next to your pen pots. Your heart began to hammer with terror as a light blinked on your phone and the number read Lukas! Emil spotted it and patted your back tenderly. “Good luck with my… big brother.”

“Yes sir, I’ve got the key here and was just about to bring it to you – is there anything else you need?” Thank God for your natural telephone manner taking over and covering your fear. If there was one thing you did not want your boss to know, it was just how scared of him everyone was at that moment. Listening to his simple request that you came to him with the key, you noticed that Denmark had pressed his head to yours and listened in to it before giggling in your ears.

“Good luck my friend… I pity you!” Denmark patted your shoulder pitifully and kissed your cheek before gently humming the funeral march as you stood up and straightened your skirt. Upon doing so you turned about to glare at him before strolling to the office door and stood nervously in front of it. You adjusted your skirt once more before knocking the door gently and being called in with a gruff grunt.

“Sorry I thought I’d left the key here in your-” As you entered the room and shut the covered door, your eyes dropped open at the sight of the half-naked boss who was starting to remove his trousers and swearing gently to himself. Once he spotted you he paused and then shrugged his shoulders before stretching out a hand for the key. Tentatively you placed it in his hand, but before you could step back he’d caught your wrist.

“I know… as inappropriate as this may be, I wanted to know your reaction. Be honest ____, is your boss terrifying or exciting?” Lukas stated with a deep but soft whisper that nearly sounded like a threat. He stood firm and proud, unafraid of what you might think of him for being like this in front of you. Your body rippled with terror and yet excitement… how did he know it was both? As you stared at his tall form, lean figure but actual musculature… well if you didn’t know that this was your boss standing here then you’d probably be drooling! Speechless you began to try and utter something as you noticed a curious flicker of warmth within his eyes and a smile gently brush the edges of his lips.

Like a predator circling its transfixed prey Lukas strolled around to your side and you remained frozen with uncertainty. You felt his warmth around you like a burning fire and as he leant forward his hot breath seared the flesh upon your head as if he was attempting to kiss you. Gently his long fingers stretched around the edge of your neck and pulled your hair back slightly. For a moment you felt your knees buckling and wanted to drop down into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted to you. Turning toward him slowly you were startled as he pressed his lips to the side of your head and slowly breathed his hot air over your body, making you want to scream in delight.

“Don’t be afraid… this is not about work, not a threat or anything to worry about ____. I don’t care that you work for me or anything – right now and hopefully from this point forward I want you to be a long-term partner in my personal life. What would you say to it?” Lukas whispered and you were startled by his words. You’d heard of these kinds of office romances that never worked, especially boss and secretary relationships… but this was very different as Lukas was making it obvious that he didn’t just want it as bit of work-time-play-time. You turned about to look at him and swiftly you hooked your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to him for a tight kiss.

Immediately the heat of his lips made your body burn with excitement and the sensation of his tongue caressing against yours only irked you to hook your hips around him. Without fear Lukas hooked his arms under your bottom and boosted you up as he lent himself against the desk and allowed you to continue kissing. When you pulled your lips apart and realised that the burning around your legs and chest was his hot body, you couldn’t help yourself but stroke his hair back and gently start to kiss his forehead. Lukas was very excited by your obvious encouragement and gently grabbed the buttons of your blouse with his teeth and worked to undo them, gently kissing the mound of your breasts as he tried to get your shirt off.

This was getting very hot indeed….