Sneak Peek - Option #2

 [AKA the "Office BDSM" fic - in which I plan to include Sugar Mama Lena, a dash of playboy Kara, jealousy on both sides, etc].



The days always began the same: Lena would send an email with a list of assignments to all of her crucial employees. It might have been seen as unfair, but she reserved most of the hardest tasks for her own assistant and second in command, Kara Danvers. At first, the CEO in her saw it as a necessary trial to ensure she was training the best person to handle all of L-Corp’s responsibilities should Lena ever need a vacation. 

Somewhere around Kara’s fifth month with the company, Lena had noticed that she was not only skilled at keeping up with all of the work, but that Kara also managed to have an active social life. It was then that Lena began to really pile on the assignments, when more than one woman showed up to visit Kara on her lunch hour.


Lena would have sworn it had all to do with maximizing productivity, and nothing to do with the fact that she was jealous, but one day she caught herself watching Kara from afar. Kara’s natural swagger, the way she posed with her hands on her hips, and her radiant smile were all attractive qualities. 

Kara happened to be wearing a loose suit jacket over a t-shirt, and her jock energy was at an all-time high. She walked around high-fiving other employees, grinning from ear to ear, and then she stood by the water cooler flirting with Siobhan, a pretty brunette from Lena’s sales team. It drove Lena mad to see how easily Siobhan handed over her number, and that was when she recognized how much she wanted Kara for herself. 

Not that she would act on it, because that would be inappropriate – but Lena did change her habits and decided to be a little nicer. She lessened Kara’s work load for the sake of giving her more time to shadow Lena in the lab. Kara seemed to stand very close whenever they were in the middle of a project, and that alone sustained Lena for weeks. 

Lena also bought Kara lunch on several occasions, and one afternoon she insulted Kara’s clothes just for the excuse to march her off to the store to purchase an expensive suit or two. She justified it because if Kara wore rags to accompany her to any important functions, it would look like her employees couldn’t even afford the basic necessities. 

It all made sense to Lena, or so she kept reassuring herself. 

Lena considered Kara the perfect assistant, so naturally she would want to keep her and not risk losing her to a competing tech company. Besides, Kara did sweet things in return, which made their relationship seem less professional and more like a friendship. Kara showed up with donuts when Lena had a bad day, and stayed late without being asked when Lena was coping with an obstacle on a project.

 

It was only after the company holiday party that Lena discovered that the attraction she had towards Kara was mutual.



Almost everyone had left the restaurant, and she and Kara were sitting alone in a booth, Lena drinking her fourth glass of wine. The waiters brought out leftovers, which Lena declined — but Kara jumped on the opportunity for the food. 

“Wait, I’ll take it!” Kara blurted and Lena waved to happily agree to that.

“You never turn down a good offer, hm?” Lena asked with the softest lilt of flirtation in her voice. It couldn’t be helped because of the alcohol in her veins.

 

Kara looked at her differently, her bright smile thinning to a more serious expression as she affirmed, “No, I don’t. Especially not when someone puts it right in front of me.” 

If Lena wasn’t mistaken, Kara’s eyes moved down to her cleavage, where a peek of her lacy bra was showing under her revealing Diane Von Furstenberg top. 

That moment could have been Lena’s chance to speak up, because the heat between them was undeniably sexual, but she had only blushed and stood up to put on her fox-collar coat. 

It haunted Lena for weeks afterwards, when Kara’s phone was continually dinging and she saw more new contacts on the screen — all names of women.

There was a strange situation that took place with a fair-skinned brunette who appeared at L-Corp after hours looking for Kara. Lena accidentally walked in on a conversation that she didn’t fully understand, and it left her feeling more than irate. 

The brunette stood close to Kara, speaking of submission and offering herself up, and Lena halted in the doorway as Kara gently turned her down. 

Lena backed away in panic and returned to her office, sinking into the chair behind her desk and pondering what she had just overheard. She hated to invade Kara’s privacy, but some other part of her equally hated how Kara seemed to be involved with so many random people lately. It was none of her business, and yet when Kara stepped foot into her office, she had the urge to lecture her. 

“I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know how she found out where I work, because I definitely didn’t tell her,” Kara intoned with a faint blush on her cheeks and an avoidant shrug. She wandered over to grab her water bottle from the corner, refusing to fully meet Lena’s eyes. 

“Why are you messing around with all of these random women?” Lena blurted out before she could contain herself, or stop her pressing desire to confront Kara about it. “You think I don’t notice them all blowing up your phone, just vying for your attention?” 

She sounded outraged, and she was – because Kara deserved better than a bunch of random flings. Kara was so thoughtful, and patient, and she was made for a life of success and happiness. Not this sort of philandering. 

“I’m sorry if it’s been in any way affecting my performance.” Kara still seemed reluctant to glance at Lena, and she was hunching in a defensive way that she rarely ever did. “I’ll turn my personal phone off during the day if it helps.”

“It’s not that, Kara,” Lena insisted, and on impulse, she stood up and walked over to get in her assistant’s face. “I don’t care if you want to talk to them, but you could do so much better.”