When I start working at the office for Micah's father, Harrison, it's a lot less stressful than I thought that it would be. The senator isn't even in the office right now, he's going to meetings all day and he's not even in the building. I get introduced to everything by one of his advisers named Mikayla and she's a really nice woman.

She shows me to my desk, which is right in the lobby of Harrison's office. If a visitor wants to see Harrison (I need to get into the habit of calling him Senator Williams), they go through one door and there's a nice couch and my desk, and then there's another door that leads into his office.

My job will just be managing his schedule, answering phones, and reading letters that his constituents send to his office so that I can log all of the messages. According to Mikayla, those messages include requests, complaints, compliments, donations, and anything in between.

It seems like a pretty simple job but I am concerned about my other job becoming an issue. Some of my clients through the years have been senators so I'm a little worried that somebody might recognize me. It's not like they can do anything to me though because by outing me as an escort, they have to explain how exactly they know that without admitting that they hired an escort. I just think that it'd be awkward. According to the job description though, I don't think that I'll have too much interaction with other senators.

I've been here for a few hours now and I haven't even met the senator that I'm working for because he's spending all day at the Capitol.

Mikayla told me that I'm allowed to be on my phone at my desk as long as nobody is in the room to see me on my phone because that looks unprofessional and because nobody is in here right now and I really don't have anything to do, I text Micah.

He has class until two but then he said that he'll come visit. I have to get familiar with the scheduling software but other than that, I really don't have much to do. Mikayla showed me how to answer the phones correctly and take messages but there haven't been any phone calls since I've been sitting here.

I guess nobody wants to get in touch with Senator Williams on a Monday morning.

It's also ironic that I spent so much time, money, and effort working on this new wardrobe so that I'd look professional at the office and there's nobody here to see my cute outfit. I'm wearing a nice pencil skirt—just for Micah—that goes down to my knees and a blouse with thick horizontal stripes of black, bronze, and crème. The only part of my wardrobe that was transferrable from being an escort to being a secretary are the shoes, so I'm wearing the same pair of shoes that I wore to the hotel party at the Hay-Adams last week.

I even bought a watch so that I'd look more mature, so whenever I've met somebody this morning, I make sure to shake their hand with the watch-wearing hand. It's black, sleek, and very mature-looking.

I guess, if anything, at least Micah will be able to see my outfit and how much effort I put into today's clothing options. I was so nervous that it took me an hour last night to decide on what to wear today. I did spend most of my weekend with Micah but I didn't want him to help me pick out my clothes, which is why I waited until he'd left my apartment yesterday afternoon to deal with my clothing situation.

I'm reading a text from Micah telling me that I should try playing Little Alchemy online to cure my boredom when I hear the office door opening. Quickly, I lock my phone screen and put it face down on the desk.

"Hello," The woman greets me as she enters the room holding a manila folder. "I have a revised edition of the prostitution bill from Senator Wilder's office. We need Harrison's approval before we move forward."

"Okay," I take the manila folder from her, entirely curious about what 'the prostitution bill' is, but I want to be professional and I don't want to sound dumb by asking this lady what it is. "Thank you, I'll be sure that he gets it."

Since I'm in a room by myself, nobody will know if I just take a glance at the bill when she leaves. There's no 'classified' tag on it or anything, and the folder isn't thick so it can't be that long.

"Aren't you just ready for this bill to get out of our hair?" The lady asks me with a long sigh once she's handed me the folder. "It feels like it's been forever, just getting tossed back and forth between the dems and republicans."

"I just started," I admit to her slowly, feeling dumb and a little bit embarrassed.

"Oh, well you should take a look at it, it's really pretty interesting," She suggests, twirling some of her dark hair in her fingers. "Senator Wilder is trying to legalize prostitution to an extent but the republicans would rather murder their own children before they give women the right to do what they want with their own bodies."

"And Senator Williams is for the bill?" I ask her, opening up the folder. She said that it was okay for me to look at it and I'm really curious.

"Oh, definitely," She confirms. "Anyway, I know Williams is at the Capitol today, so just get it to him ASAP so that we can get this sucker put to bed."

"Yeah, I will," I say with a nod and the lady starts to leave the office. When I'm alone in the office again, I open the folder some more and take a better look at the bill. The thing about not being very book smart though, is that I'm not entirely sure how to understand a fifteen page document outlining new laws. It's so wordy and complicated that I don't know what it's saying. I feel like I'm reading a different language, and that I should get a translator or something just to read it.

It makes my head start to hurt so I put it to the side and open up Little Alchemy like Micah had suggested so that I have something to do until he gets here to entertain me. I grab some tacos next door from the building for lunch and texting Micah back and forth makes the day go by a bit faster.

I think that I'll ask him about this 'prostitution' bill that I've been trying to decipher all day because I'm really curious about it and I'm sure that he'll be able to understand what it means.

When Micah does arrive in the office, he knocks on the already-open door and causes me to look up from the computer. A smile immediately brightens up my face when I see him. I know that I saw him yesterday but just being away from him for an hour or a minute feels like it's too long.

"How's your first day going?" He asks me. When he walks across the room, he leans over the desk and greets me with a soft kiss before he sits down on the couch a few meters away and lets his school bag fall to the ground. It makes a loud 'oomf' sound, making me think that his bag is really heavy.

"Pretty well. I only had to answer two phone calls and talk to three people so far," I say to him. "It's been kind of slow. This one lady from Wilder's office came by earlier and dropped off this prostitution bill. Do you know what that's about?"

"Yeah, they've been trying to legalize prostitution for months now but there's no way that the republicans are going to go for it. Even some democrats are against it," Micah answers me.

"And your dad wants to legalize it?" I follow up. Even though the lady from earlier already told me that he is in favor of the bill, I'm just still trying to comprehend the situation.

"He does," He nods. "A lot of congress is nervous to go in favor of the bill because they think that it's like admitting that they've hired escorts before, so it's not doing so well. My dad, he obviously hasn't ever hired an escort because he's married and decent enough not to cheat on my mom, but he's spoken out for it just because he thinks that it's the right thing to do."

"It's interesting," I try not to sound very interested in the bill, only enough to ask a few small questions about it. He knows that I have secrets though, and that I work really late, so if I start asking too many questions then I don't think that it'll be too hard for him to piece things together. "What do you think about it?"

"I don't know," He admits from the couch. "I think that it's hard to erase all of the preconceptions that everybody thinks about prostitution. There's a lot of stigma around it, that they're dirty and that it's all really disgusting. But if you think about it, it's basically just a one night stand, and people do that all of the time. It's kind of bizarre, that the government ever decided to regulate what people could or could not do with their bodies."

"Yeah," I don't know what to think about that. It's good that he's not completely against the idea but I know that being okay with legalizing prostitution and being okay with your girlfriend being a prostitute are two completely different things. "I guess that I've never really thought about it."

"Also, I can't blame people for paying to have sex," Micah adds as he stands up from the couch and comes back over to the desk. Only this time, he walks around it and then walks behind me. His arms wrap around my midsection and then he kisses my cheek before saying, "If I had to pay to have sex with you, I'd sell everything I owned."

"Lucky for you, I'm not a prostitute."

And lucky for me, I'm a good liar.

"What do you think about it?" Micah asks me, letting me go and he leans against the edge of the desk.

"I really can't imagine them ever being able to pass something that legalizes prostitution," I answer him. "Like you said, there is a crazy amount of terrible stigma around sex work. It would be safer for sex workers on the streets though, if they had the police there to protect them from the dangerous clients."

"That's a good point too," He decides. "But you're right, it'll never get passed. What do you want to do for dinner?"

"I still have a few hours left of work," I remind him.

"I know. I'm going to get some homework done while you work and then I was thinking we could go for sushi or something," Micah suggests. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Sushi sounds good," I decide. Although I don't have much work to do, I still have to sit here until five so that I'm here if the phones ring. To pass my time, I sometimes play games on the computer but most of the time, I find myself focusing on Micah. He's sitting down on the couch near the desk and all I have to do is turn my head about a centimeter to my right and I can watch him work on his school stuff.

He's so focused on reading his text book and taking notes that I don't even think that he notices me staring at him. He's so beautiful that it's hard for me not to stare at him when it's so easy to do so. His hair is so dark and soft, his eyes are round and kind. His nose crinkles when he's smiling but right now while he's studying, he's focused on his work and his lips are pursed a little bit.

When he's reading, he mouths the words that he's reading from the book and absently pokes his dimpled cheek with the eraser of his pencil. But then when he has to take notes, he licks his lips and then lightly sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to chew on while he writes.

After writing his notes, he goes back to reading, mouthing the words and poking his cheek. After so long of staring at him as he studies, I notice that this is a routine of his. Read, poke, mouth the words... and then lick, chew, write. He goes back and forth many times, textbook to notebook as his focused brown eyes dart back between them.

He's so beautiful.

"Am I really that interesting?" Micah asks me after some time and he doesn't even lift his head up from writing down his notes, so I take it that he's noticed me staring at him through his peripheral vision and he's probably noticed me staring for a while.

"Yes," I respond slowly. He's my boyfriend, so I'm allowed to stare at him and I'm allowed to think that he's gorgeous when he's so focused (and also all of the time) so I'm not really ashamed of that. Especially when he told me earlier that he'd sell everything he had just to have sex with me.

"You're distracting me," He accuses me, stopping his writing as he finally looks up at me. "I've read the same paragraph five times now."

"I'm sorry," I mumble an apology and he smiles at me, which makes not staring at him even harder so even though I apologized, I still don't look away from him.

He goes back to work though and I keep staring but I keep my head more tilted toward the screen of the computer so that maybe he can't tell.

"I really like you," I inform him randomly. I don't really know where that came from, I was just suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of gratitude for the fact that I'm able to sit here and stare at this beautiful person who also thinks that I'm beautiful. "Just wanted to let you know."

"I really like you too, El," He assures me, glancing up at me with a small smile.

I know that he has to finish his work, so I don't interrupt him again. I'd learned a little while ago that if you're in love with somebody, you give them flowers. I don't know if I'm in love with Micah or not, but I really feel like I am. I miss him when he's gone, I can't keep my eyes off of him when he's with me. I'm always thinking about him. But I don't have flowers.

While he works, I decide to make some flowers out of notebook paper because I don't have anything else to do with my time. I use the scissors and cut a few pieces of paper into the shape of flowers and I use some highlighters to color the petals. I don't cover them in color because I don't want to ruin the highlighters but I just give them a bit of color.

To make them look like a bouquet, I use the stapler to staple the stems together. Three sad-looking white flowers with blotches of highlighter bleeding through. They look awful but I hope that he'll get the point.

When I finish my flowers, my eyes start drifting back over to Micah again. I don't want to distract him but I really can't help it—he's too pretty not to look at. I just glance over at him every once in a while but then I get captivated, and I can't look away.

I wait for him to start writing his notes again, so that he'll lick his lips like he does almost each time. When I see his tongue peek out from between his soft lips, I think about how talented he is with that tongue, and the very talented things that he can do with it. I have to squeeze my knees together under my desk.

When it's finally time to get out of here, I hear the soft thud of his textbook shutting and Micah starts putting his stuff away. "Are you still good with sushi?" I ask him as I'm putting the computer to sleep for the night. I make sure that I get the prostitution bill on Senator Williams's desk before we leave.

"Yes, I'm starving," He confirms and then glances down at my hand as he notices the flimsy paper flowers that I'd made. "What's that?"

"Flowers," I hand it to him and he takes it, looking very amused. "Because I don't have the real thing."

"You must have been really bored," Micah notes with a little laugh.

"Somebody told me a while ago that if you're in love with somebody, you buy them flowers," I admit to him. "I don't know if that's how I feel but I think that I feel a lot of things when I'm with you, more than I've ever felt. And I've suddenly decided that I want to let you know that, a lot and in multiple ways."

That makes him smile and then he leans over and kisses my lips briefly. "I should let you watch me do my homework more often."

I take his hand in mine as we leave the office. I lock up the door behind me like Mikayla had told me to do this morning, and we start walking down the hallway. "It did start turning me on there at the end," I inform him quietly so that if there's anybody else in the hallway, they didn't hear that.

He laughs like he doesn't believe me, or he thinks that I'm joking, and I let him believe that. But thinking about his tongue got me thinking about his hands, and his entire body, so I'm going a bit crazy in my head right now.

Then again, whenever I'm around Micah, I feel like I'm always absolutely losing my mind, so I'm getting used to the feeling.