Rory Gilmore was seated in her cubicle at the New York Times stirring her lukewarm coffee while staring at the piece currently on her desktop. She was suddenly pulled out of her reverie when a shadow blocked the light. Quickly giving a sidelong glance to see who the perpetrator was, her face visibly softened when it turned out to be Frank, one of her friends at the office.

On the other hand, she thought, if that had been the boss, I'd have a thing or two to say about my treatment as of late.

"Hey Rory," said Frank, casually leaning on her cubicle wall, "would you mind looking at this over for me? I know it would be a huge favor, and I'd totally owe you ten lattes."

Rory smiled, finding it amusing how, despite having been here for only a few weeks, everyone in the office already knew of her coffee addiction. She stood up to stretch her legs and took the file out of Frank's outstretched hand.

"Why not Frank, I could really use those lattes right now, and with all the extra work the boss has been piling on me lately, I wouldn't notice one more." She remarked, glancing behind her shoulder as she walked to the coffee station to refill her already empty cup.

Frank ran after her and gave her a friendly squeeze around the shoulders.

"I really don't understand why Jr. has it out for you. Sure you're a rookie…but you're hot and he usually takes the new ones under his wing and shows them the ropes..." Frank leered, wiggling his eyebrows, "if you know what I mean…"

Rory frowned but her bright blue eyes were twinkling in mirth. "Does he now…"

Frank's arm was still around her shoulders when a throat cleared behind them none too subtly. They both turned abruptly and the intruder raised an eyebrow at the arm that was still hanging around Rory's shoulders. Noticing the glare being pointed his way, Frank quickly retracted his offending appendage.

"Mr. Miller, Ms. Gilmore, do I need to remind you about the proper decorum in the workplace?" the intruder remarked, all the while glaring pointedly at Frank. Rory glared right back, unfazed about being caught acting friendly with another coworker, a male one at that.

"Sorry Mr. Huntzberger, it won't happen again," Frank mumbled, slightly unnerved by the withering glare currently directed towards him.

"Ms. Gilmore, in my office NOW," ordered Mr. Huntzberger, emphasizing the NOW, with a stern note in his voice.

"Uh-oh Gilmore, the boss ain't too happy with you. I'll see you later." And with that Frank fled, winking over his shoulder and saying thanks for the favor.

The boss just growled and motioned for her to follow him immediately. Rory just groaned, she was going to get it for sure.

Rory had a hard time keeping up with the pace of the man walking briskly in front of her. As they neared his office, she noticed her colleagues giving her looks of sympathy.

This happened everyday. The boss would find one fault and would bring her to his office to have a long talk with her. She was a sweet pretty thing really, and didn't deserve the boss' wrath. To think that when he started the job, he was a womanizer; but this girl, who had just started a few weeks ago, didn't seem to fall for his charms. Maybe that was why he was so stern with her.

As Rory walked the death march towards his office, she studied the man in front of her. He was extremely young for a CEO, and definitely good looking, she thought, with his blond hair slightly curling at the nape of his neck, the strong broad back that she would love to trace with her hands right about now... and that cocky smirk that she knew would be adorning his face. A small smile played at her lips.

She didn't notice that they were already in his office. He locked the door behind her and drew the blinds.

He turned to her, an icy glare in his eyes.

"MISS Gilmore, may I ask what that little display was?"

Rory just smiled even further, she loved it when Logan was all riled up.

"Jealous much Logan?" she remarked, "it was no big deal really, Frank and I are just friends. In fact, I was just going to do him a favor when you not so conveniently walked in on us."

Logan's eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

"WHAT? What favor? And no I am not jealous! I leave you alone for one minute and you get propositioned? And you're accepting? I'm going to FIRE him…In fact, I should just fire you too!" Logan yelled, starting to ramble, all the while advancing menacingly towards Rory.

"Logan relax," placated Rory. Her eyes were twinkling. "I was only going to look over his article." Logan really was cute when angry, "and in return, he was just going to buy me coffee."

Logan, who seemed calmer at this point, was riled up again. "And you accepted? You have a date with him now?" he growled. "Ace, may I remind you as to whom you are married?" he said placing his hand with the golden band directly in her visual field.

Rory only rolled her eyes and muttered "everyday"

"WHAT?" Logan yelled.

"Stop yelling at me Logan! For the love of God you bring me into your office everyday to remind me that I AM YOUR wife. Don't you think I know that?" Rory said exasperatedly. "I put up with how you treat me out there because I know it's all an act, but please, could you lighten up a tad? Your jealousy is soooooooo lame" she said, channeling her mother with the last line, at the same time rolling her blue eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Rory hugged her tense husband, rubbing his back like she would a child.

"I love you Logan, geez, I put up with your jealous streaks and even married you!"

Logan sighed and relaxed into her embrace.

"I'm sorry Ace. It's just so frustrating to pretend that I don't know you, and that I can't hold you whenever I want," and with that he squeezed her even tighter, "touch you when I feel like it," he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, "and kiss you whenever and wherever I please" and on that note, he caught her lips in a passionate caress, conveying all his longing and need for her in that one moment. As soon as they parted for air, they touched foreheads.

"Can't a husband be jealous when his wife is being touched by someone else?" Logan said quietly. "If I can't touch you, no one can!" he whined like a 5 yr. old.

Rory smiled and gave him a small peck on the lips.

"It was your idea to pretend Logan. Wasn't it your words…it might be hard for you Rory if they knew you were my wife…" mimicked Rory.

Logan groaned. "Ya, ya I know. And I'm paying for it everyday. But I knew it was what you wanted and I, being the loving husband that I am, convinced myself that if you were happy, I would be too."

Rory smiled at her husband's thoughtfulness, giving him another small peck.

"Why did you have to be so goddamn beautiful anyway? It's so much harder to fight off guys when they don't know you've been claimed," muttered Logan.

Rory snorted indignantly, "Claimed huh? So I belong to you now?"

Logan looked at her like she was crazy. "Well of course you belong to me. That's why I call you Mrs. Huntzberger."

Rory smiled to herself. She liked the feeling of being claimed by one Logan Huntzberger, but she wasn't going to tell him that, his ego was big enough as it is.

"So what is this I hear about you taking hot new female employees under your wing?"

Logan blushed at that comment and Rory raised one eyebrow.

"I swear that was only one time and I had to because she had absolutely no idea what was going on. After a few days, I just had to fire her because she was just hopeless. She was really mad and so spread a rumor about us." Logan rambled, all the while looking at the floor. "and I swear, since her, you've been the only hot new female employee I've hired."

Suddenly he realized something. "Oh! No wonder all the guys are hitting on my wife, she's the only hot one."

Rory didn't know if she was supposed to be flattered or not.

"I got it!" Logan smiled, "I'm going to hire more hot females so I can finally rest easy about guys propositioning my wife."

Rory raised one eyebrow further and grinned teasingly "And have ME stressed about you taking them under your wing and personally showing them the ropes?"

Logan blushed but quickly caught himself, pasting that all too familiar cocky smirk back on his face.

"Well Mrs. Huntzberger, since you're still a hot, relatively new female employee, would you like me to take you under my wing and personally show you the ropes?" he leered playfully, bringing his face even closer to hers.

Rory laughed.

"That would be wonderful Mr. Huntzberger, I thought you'd never ask!" and with that, Logan lowered her gently onto the couch for a 'tutoring session.'

About an hour and half later, a smiling Rory came out of the office. She approached Logan's secretary and gave her a small wink.

"Hilda, aren't you glad I survived another day without being fired?" she asked, knowing Hilda would just give her a blank, confused look. If only people knew what went on in that office everyday.

Once back in her cubicle, Frank approached her, curious. "So Rory, glad to see that you're still alive after that tongue lashing. It must wear you out, hearing it everyday." he commented.

"Nothing a pot of coffee can't cure," Rory laughed and went back to her article.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews are gladly appreciated.