Page 39 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
See? Knew it. Good thing I stayed.
“To be honest, yes. She does her job and doesn’t get on my nerves.”
Well, not exactly glowing praise, Alexander.
My boss laughs. “I can see it written all over your face. You like her. Admit it. You have my blessing.”
“Father!”
“You won’t find anyone better. Ask her out.”
Oh my goodness! My eyes widen my eyes and my breath catches for a moment.
“I just want to work with her. There’s enough to do. I’m taking over the company on Monday after all.”
“I’ll still be around for a few months—as advisor and board member. At least until Christmas. But I’ll be scaling back my hours significantly and will only come in on occasion. You can move into my office then.”
“I prefer the other one. You can keep this one, if for nostalgia’s sake.”
“Shall I introduce you to someone else, if Miss Waverley isn’t to your taste?”
“I’ll find someone myself.”
Okay. I should go. I slip away, careful not to let my heels click against the floor—that would be way too loud. I quickly take my cup and water glass in the kitchen, shut down my computer, and grab my things. I want to get home as early as possible so there's enough time to welcome Stephanie.
But as I drive home, I start thinking.
I’m not Alexander’s type?
After the boxing club last night, I could’ve sworn he was flirting a little. That’s my worst fear: I find him hot, but he doesn’t reciprocate the feeling. That could become a problem. I absolutely can’t develop a crush on him.
At home, I wipe down the kitchen surfaces one last time. The doorbell rings. I buzz Stephanie in and tell her to take the elevator through the intercom. Moments later, she’s at my door.
There she is: long blonde hair that’s slightly curly and perfectly made up. She has full lips and steel-blue eyes, as well as a perfect figure. Large breasts, a snatched waist with a blessed bubble butt. She's wearing a mini skirt and a dark blue blouse, high heels and also freshly manicured nails.
Wow, what a dream girl!
I admit I'm a little intimidated. So this is Alexander's childhood best friend. I swallow.
"Hey!" I beam at Stephanie and simply hug her. She smells wonderful—like flowers, and her hands rest gently like butterfly wings on my back. “Did you find your way here easily?”
I pull away from her and invite her in. She's only carrying a small handbag that hangs loosely over her shoulder.
“Yes, thank you. Your directions were perfect.” She seems a bit shy, but also curious and critical. It’s obvious she doesn’t trust me yet.
“Let me show you around first, then maybe we can cook something together? I bought some stuff. Vegan, of course.”
“I’d like that.”
I close the door behind her. “So this is my hallway. You can leave your shoes here—there’s a small storage closet.” I keep walking while she slips off her heels. “This is the living room—it’s small but nice.” I’ve got a couch for two, a comfy reading chair, anda TV on the wall. The kitchen is open, so I can run the coffee maker while standing in the hallway. Between the hallway and the living room, a narrow corridor leads to my bedroom and the bathroom. “The bathroom even has a window. The bedroom’s also pretty compact.” Only a bed fits in there, but I’m glad I found an apartment with a separate bedroom at all.
“I thought you earned good money?” she asks, surprised. “I don’t mean to be rude, but can’t you afford something much bigger?”
“Yes, it’s only about 440 square feet, but it’s in a good part of town. Right now I’m paying £2,200 in rent, utilities included. That’s already quite a bit.” London has gotten incredibly expensive over the past few years. “I’ve got about £5,300 left after taxes. I save for hard times. The car is also costly. Plus, I’ve got a few private insurance policies and well…”
“I get it. I’ll kindly point out to Alexander that he should pay you a bit more. A PA should live appropriately.” She winks at me. “HisPA should be living in style.” I don’t take it as criticism—just take the opportunity to smile back at her.
“I’ve got no objections to that.” We both laugh as I lead her back to the living room. “Tea?”
