Shawn Mendes Imagines

Assistant (SMUT) (Part 1)

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Shawn is tuckered out.

He's been at work for the past twelve hours — which happens when you're a young, twenty-one-year-old Co-CEO of a multimillionaire company, straight out of high school (thanks to his uncle's good word he put in for him) — and to make matters even worse, he hadn't slept the night before because he was filling out expense reports. So, to say he was tired was an understatement: struggling to keep his eyes open as he looked at his computer, accidentally falling asleep, and smashing his hands on the keyboard as his head bowed, leaving the document that he was writing in with half a page of random letters. He was about to doze off even deeper until he hears a knock on his office door, hearing the creak of the hinges as it opens slowly.

"Mr. Mendes? I have a question about your schedule for tomorrow."

Shawn's head snaps up, opening his eyes but only to shut them due to the brightness of his computer. The room is dark except for a dull glow from the screen. "What was that?" His voice a deep gruff from his lack of sleep. He wipes the corner of his mouth, feeling a little dried drool, and wipes it on the sleeve of his expensive suit.

"Can I turn the light on first? It's quite dark in here." She steps in after hearing Shawn mumble in agreement, clapping her hands to turn on the light because of course he had to have some snazzy lighting system — couldn't just have a light switch to flip on and off. "What're you still doing here, though? It's 9 P.M. and you usually get here at 9 A.M. which means you've been here a whole twelve hours! Don't think I even saw you leave for lunch either." She takes a seat in front of his desk, flattening out the front of her dress before crossing her legs.

"Yeah," his voice still gravely, making Ashlee feel a tingle all over because she loves Shawn's voice. She's never heard it at this low an octave though. "Haven't eaten since dinner last night." He rubs his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up.

"Mr. Mendes, that's not good! You need to eat!" She looks in her purse, pulling out a laminated folder and setting it down on his desk before continuing to dig towards the bottom of her purse (she really needs to clean it out) and pulling out a honey and oats protein bar. She slides it across the desk, Shawn grabbing it before it fell to the ground.

"Thank you," he smiles at her while opening the snack, taking a big bite right away and moaning slightly at the taste of food after not eating over 24 hours. "You didn't have to do this."

"It's no problem!" She waves her hand in the air to dismiss his gratitude. "Besides, you surprised me by buying me lunch yesterday! S'the least I can do." She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, Shawn noticing it's down and flowing over her shoulders. She always wears it in a ponytail or bun when she goes to work.

"Your hair's down," he looks at her with hooded eyes, still tired but still nibbling on the protein bar, "it's pretty."

Her cheeks flush, feeling it creep down her neck and warm her whole body. "Thank you," she fiddles with the laminated folder on the desk, trying to distract herself before she gets even more flustered. "Um, I came in to ask you a question about your schedule tomorrow." She picks up the folder, flips through it until she settles on a page, draws a pen out of her purse, and pops the cap off with her teeth, sliding it on the tip end of it afterward.

"And you waited this long to ask me about it?" He finishes the snack, crumpling the wrapper in his hand before tossing it in the trash under his desk.