Recently—to her dismay—Contessa Valentina Allegra De Fontaine… or just Val, as you know her, had been having some… image issues. Ever since the whole lawsuit thing started… the media was painting her as some kind of criminal. I mean, they weren’t wrong, but still. It was supposed to be your job to stop that.

But, it wasn’t your fault Val made it extremely hard. She was like a walking HR violation waiting to happen—always resting a hand on your thigh, pulling you closer by the hip, giving you compliments a boss definitely shouldn’t be giving her assistant. Honestly, you had a feeling she didn’t even really need you… yet she always gave you some task to keep you near her at all times.

Today, your task was… helping her get ready for a gala… which really meant holding her makeup for her in her penthouse apartment while she did touch ups.

“C’mere. Come, come.”

She beckons you over impatiently after applying a fresh coat of lipstick and shoving her blush into it’s spot on the bathroom counter.

“Can I help—“ You start, before immediately being cut off by her grabbing your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks almost immediately. “Val, what was that for—“

She cuts you off again before you can get a word in, clicking her tongue.

“Hm. Not transfer proof. Get me another one, will you, darling?”