Page 6 of His Private Assistant

It was impossible to copy all the papers in an hour, along with other stuff I had to do. Thankfully, Mr Thorn left a few minutes after our little banter, and I could at least make myself a coffee. While a cleaning lady was standing next to the copy machine, I put everything in order in my boss’s office.

He’d probably spent the whole night there. I found clothes suitable for the gym in the basket in the small bathroom and a wet towel, so that was why he was so bulky. He exercised.

I took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his manly cologne mixed with the faint smell of sweat. My boss was a prototype of muscularity, dominance, and arrogance, and I wasn’t sure how I would be able to not drool over him. I have always loved alpha males. My ex was the same, just not as tall or successful. Yet, he was still handsome, well-built, and cocky.

In my job description, there was nothing about cleaning the bathroom, and I didn’t hesitate to let the cleaning lady do her job. She’d also wiped the floor in Mr Thorn’s office. I was with her the whole time, just as a precaution, because my boss was overly strict about people in his private space.

I finished copying the papers a few minutes before ten. At eleven, the big meeting with shareholders was scheduled, and Mr Thorn had to present himself as the new CEO.

He stomped through the hall on the highest floor fifteen minutes before the gathering with a deep scowl. He didn’t even spare me a glance and continued right into his office. I rolled my eyes at the closed door, continuing with my work like nothing had happened. HR had already tried to find him a new assistant, and I hoped my days as his PA would soon be over. Then I could watch him from a distance, safe from his harsh commands and unpleasant words.

The phone ringing interrupted my musing, and I answered it, still dreaming about the cold eyes of my boss. His profound voice almost gave me a heart attack.

"My office!" he roared into the phone, and I jumped out of my chair, hurrying through the door. He was sitting behind his desk, glaring at his computer, fuming. I mentally prepared myself for another bark when he raised his eyes to meet my confused glance.

"Who’s this?" He pointed his long finger at the screen, expecting an answer.

I took a few steps forward, watching the video recording on the monitor.

"It’s the cleaning lady," I replied, blinking a few times, not understanding the issue.

"I specifically told you, no strangers in my office!"

"This woman has been here for over ten years," I pointed out, returning his stern stare. "She is a stranger only to you."

My words, along with the tone of my voice, were slightly over the line, but I’d had enough of his mannerless behaviour. I didn’t do anything wrong. If he expected me to wipe the floor, he should have said it before, so I could tell him to find someone else for the job.

"Are you going to lecture me about my employees?" He abruptly stood up, and I took a quick step back. He was towering over me, despite my wearing high heels.

"No," I exhaled, my courage vanishing into thin air. Suddenly, arguing with him didn’t look like a good idea at all. "I am simply saying that your father trusted her to clean his office before."

"I am not my father," he spat, slowly approaching me. His glare was even harder than before; he looked ready to explode with rage. It almost felt like I’d insulted him by mentioning his dad.

"No, you’re clearly not." I tried to sound confident, but it came out as a faint whisper. He was getting closer to me, and I backed away, hypnotised by his icy stare.

After a few steps, I found myself pressed against the bookshelf with no escape. He was blocking my way out with his broad frame, and I realised my body was reacting completely inappropriately to the weird situation.

"Why are you provoking me, Electra?" he hissed, making me shiver. The way my name rolled off his tongue was otherworldly sensual.

"I’m not," I managed to say, my mouth dry like a desert, and the thundering of my heart deafening.

"You need to learn some manners," he stated, piercing me with his crystal-blue orbs. "You must also follow the rules, or we will have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" I squeezed the shelf with my hands for support. Mr Thorn’s dominating presence was overwhelming, and when he came even closer to me and our noses almost touched, I couldn’t breathe.

"You’re lucky I have a meeting to attend, and I hate being late," he grunted. He smelled like mint and strawberries, and I felt weak in the knees. "Otherwise, I would teach your mouth some respect." I bit my tongue to keep a vexing question from escaping. It wasn’t wise to poke the bear. “Don’t provoke me, Electra. Because next time, I won’t be so kind as to let you leave my office unpunished."

With that said, he turned around, took his jacket from the armchair, and left the room. I stood in the same spot for more than two minutes before I dared to move. It wasn’t like I was scared because I wasn’t. And that was the problem. A normal woman would pack her things and run away as quickly as possible.

Yet, I wasn't a normal, ordinary girl. My boss was the biggest and sexiest jerk in the whole universe, and the only thing I could think about was his last words. As crazy as it sounded, the idea of being at the mercy of that devil aroused me. I was only on my second day with him, and I was already doomed.

5

The dinner

Electra

"Mydriverwillpickyou up at six thirty. Don’t make him wait."

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