No Strings Attached → shaylor

Chapter 1

Shawn's POV

I was little nervous for my first day of work. I got up that morning and put on regular day clothes since everyone was wearing them yesterday. I pulled on some black skinny jeans, a red flannel with a undershirt, and black Vans.

I lived alone in a apartment. It was kinda like a pent house, but not really.

I grabbed my keys, and slipped on my shoes then exited my room walking down to the elevator. I pressed the first floor button and waited for the doors to open.

The doors slid open and I stepped in as the doors shut and the elevator began to drop. The elevators doors opened, and I stepped out, and walked out the building to my car getting in and cranking it before speeding off I work.

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The lady at the desk gave me a permanent key so I didn't have to go to her every morning. I walked to the elevator and put the card in, and waited.

The doors opened and I stepped in repeating what I did yesterday. The elevator stopped on the 80th floor. I walked out, and down to Taylor's room. I'm gonna be assistant, but it actually pays a very good amount.

I knocked on Taylor's door. I'm not sure what to call him Taylor or Mr. Caniff. The door opened pulling me out my thoughts. "Hey" I said awkwardly. "Hey come in" Taylor motioned me in. I walked in the room with him.

I could feel someone stare on me. I looked in the mirror a few frets away from, and Taylor stared at my...butt biting his lip. I turned around, and Taylor looked up real quick. "So what do I do first?" I asked.

Taylor mumbled something what sounded like 'let me fuck you' but I don't know. "Umm I need to go to a meeting accept any calls I get and take a message with the name and number" Taylor explained. "Oh and if a person named Riley calls, ignore it he's a crazed ex" Taylor says before exiting the room.

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I've been sitting here for twenty minutes and I only have got two calls this is boring.

I got up out the leather chair, and started looking around the office. It was big like the size of a big living room. You couldn't see in or out of it, but there was a big window behind where the desk was placed.

There was a black two seated leather couch against the left side of the room wall, and then straight ahead from where the desk was there was another black door.

Me being curious decided to open it. Just as my hand was placed on the handle Taylor walked in making me jump back. "What are you doing?" Taylor asked. "Um I thought this was the bathroom" I stuttered out a excuse. "Its not, maybe one day you'll find out what's in there" Taylor smirked.

I can't help but think Taylor is hot as fuck. "Did I get any calls?" Taylor asked. "Yea two the messages are on that notepad" I motioned towards them.

"What do I do now?" I questioned. "I won't to get to know you sit down" Taylor said. "Ok so what do you wanna know?" I say sitting down. "Everything" Taylor said leaning back in his chair chewing on a pencil.

"Ok well I'm from Canada, I sing and Play the guitar, I'm seventeen years old, and that's really all" I say. "Boys who sing are hot" Taylor said looking at me smirking.

"Boys in suits are hotter" I say.

Short Chapter but don't worry the story is just getting, and started and the chapters will get longer.

What's behind the door?

Btw there will be a lot of sex