The Executive’s Assistant (BL LGBTQ)

THIS DAY WAS STARTING out like shit and just keeps getting worse.

On a normal day – on a regular, boring, the-boss-doesn -know-I-exist kind of day, Zhen Yan would say hes just adequate enough at his job. Sure, nothing about being an assistant for a global investment firm is the stuff Zhen Yans dreams are made of, but it pays the bills – pays the bills in a way his late-night bartending never had. And considering the ills are keeping his brother, Zhen Ma, in school and with the family roof over his head, Zhen Yan figures he can deal with a little boredom and the discomfort of the borrowed suits he acquired from his friend, Goa Jun, about one size too small. His point being, he gets by – well even – on most days. Today is not one of those days.

Its not his fault really. Zhen Yan is never called on to assist in Executive departmental meetings. The only one at fault here is Sun Ning – Sun Ning who had promised hed be back in Yan Wuhan after being called away to help manage some sort of catastrophe with the minor branch but had not since returned.

Zhen Yan plans to give his friend and colleague a very colorful talking to and a swift kick in the ass– make that balls – when hes back. First, however, he needs to deal with this…

”Fuck! ” Zhen Yan yelps, looking frantically from where hes just spilled their bosss coffee all over the paperwork set on the table in front of him – no doubt important paperwork – to the senior partners and staff spread around the boardroom table. The senior partner and staff Zhen Yan has just cursed in front of… Double FUCK. ”I mean… ” Zhen Yan looks back to their boss – Song Tao – words cutting off at the sight of a small smile on his face as he shakes his head slightly, sliding his chair back so the scalding coffee won drip onto him. ”Ill get – Ill get something to clean it up, ” Zhen Yan stutters, not entirely sure if the way his trademark confidence has so swiftly deserted him is due to making an ass out of himself in front of all the managing partners or being the sole focus of him. Just… Song Tao.

”That would be good, ” Song Tao responds, voice dry. His mouth tugs up in one corner as he looks up from where hes attempting to rescue some of the paperwork. Zhen Yan finds himself momentarily frozen at the sight, eyes caught on the slanted curl of Song Taos lips.

”Um… ”

Song Tao seems to have noticed – God, Zhen Yan really hopes he hasn noticed – and one of his eyebrows rises to match his smirk. Thats what it is. A smirk.

Without another word, Zhen Yan swings around, darting as quickly as he can from the boardroom while maintaining any shreds of dignity he might still possess. He curses himself as he hurries to the staff kitchen to retrieve a cloth and towels.

In and out hed told himself. Hed supply the coffee, hand over the paperwork Sun Ning had left in preparation for the meeting, and get the hell out of that room before anyone had noticed him at all.

But then Song Tao had looked up as hed approached. And hed smiled. And well, he looked –its just that Zhen Yan doesn think hes ever seen Song Tao smile. And small and subtle as it was, it had been there. Handsome. Ridiculously handsome.

Build body, a nice crisp suit like banknote stretching across taut