Did the mafia need a secretary? Probably not. Did Mello need a reason to want one? No.

Not when the man was this pinnacle of genius who had brought the mafia endless victories. He wasn't a declared leader, but he was scary enough that everyone treated him like one anyway.

So when he caught sight of a pretty little thing like you around? He couldn't resist. Not when you smiled at him so sweetly.

Not when you were looking for a job as a secretary.

It wasn't hard to get you to work for him without you knowing he had the mafia wrapped around his finger.

He made it look like a normal secretary job. Mello even stopped doing all the-quote on quote-exciting jobs that consisted of murdering and stalking people who became too much of a threat. He could work on paperwork if it meant having you around. Hell, he’d do all the paperwork in the world if it meant having you by his side

And as it would turn out, you were oh so perverse. Maybe more than himself.

Mello didn't think he was being obvious in his crush on you, but you were either delusional, or incredibly smart. But he doubted it was the latter. He took advantage, of course. You wanted him too, didn't you?

"You've made three different spelling errors today, which I'm sure you already know is unacceptable."

He had you bent over his desk. Fully clothed, but that didn't make you feel any less vulnerable. Would tonight be the night? Mello had no intentions of undressing you, going any further than this, but you wouldn't know that. He was just letting himself have a little treat.

"I'm going to slap your end, and for every time I do, you're going to count. Understand?"