Page 51 of Falling For Her Boss

“She was the hottest assistant we’ve ever had in this office,” Bret says casually. “I wonder if she’s single? Would it be inappropriate to ask her out, now that she’s leaving?”

“I don’t think your wife would be impressed,” Brandon comments, rolling his eyes. Bret winks in my direction and I smile in discomfort. I guess I’m going to have to get used to everyone being in love with my woman as much as I am. She is, after all, absolutely gorgeous. It doesn’t mean I want half the men in the office ogling her, though. Still, this is the last day I’ll have to deal with that. After today, she’s all mine.

We finish the preparation for the party just before the end of the work day. Minutes later, a bunch of the employees show up with Isabella, covering her eyes for effect. When they let her open her eyes, we’re all waiting for her.

“Surprise!” we shout to her. Isabella grins, covering her blushing cheeks with her hands.

“Whoa! Thank you, everyone!” she exclaims. The party gets under way as Brandon begins popping open the champagne bottles and I watch Isabella doing her rounds of the room, chatting to everyone as though they’re close friends. It’s crazy…a few weeks back, she couldn’t say boo to a mouse. Now she’s this confident young woman who can own any room she walks into. It’s nice to see, to be honest. She keeps catching my eye across the room with a secretive smile and I feel my insides turning to jelly. Damn, that girl does things to me that I can’t explain.

Bret slides up to me as I’m sipping champagne at the side of the room. “Caught you looking,” he says, nodding in Isabella’s direction. “Who can blame you, man? It’s a wonder you ever got any work done with that girl just down the hall from you.”

I smile to myself. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Bret laughs, punching my arm playfully. “Such a dog, Logan. Hey, remember when you had that girl in your office a few weeks back? I’m still reeling from that, man. I tried to convince my wife it was a hot idea, but she can be such a prude…”

I half-listen to Bret rambling on for a while in his awful way. I can’t keep my eyes off Isabella. She looks gorgeous today, sporting a pair of stilettos, the very same ones that she wore that time in my office, and a slinky black dress. She still looks completely professional, but the thoughts I’m having about her right now are far from that. I want her here, right now, but that’s kind of my permanent state these days. Sex with her is just another level entirely, and it’s always on my mind. She’s my girl, and soon I’ll be able to tell the world that. But for now, we have to keep this under wraps, or we’ll get in trouble.

“Boss?”

“Mm?” I say, mostly distracted by my beautiful girlfriend. But it seems I’m not the only one. Bret is staring at her, but not in a sexual way. In fact, his eyes are on the last place that I would expect.

He’s looking at her feet.

“Dude…I’ve seen those shoes before,” Bret says quietly. “I wouldn’t forget them, man. That moment was iconic…Isabella is your Cinderella?”

My heart sinks. He’s figured it out. He knows what we did. I can’t even hide my shock. For once, my smooth talking won’t get me out of this. Bret and I regard each other in shock and confusion. Bret is pretty much useless most of the time, so how the hell did he remember the one thing that I wish he’d forget.

“Um…”

“You slept with your assistant?” Bret hisses. I’m scared someone might hear him so I grab his arm and march him out of the room. He’s looking over his shoulder in shock, trying to process the information he’s just stumbled upon. I shut the door to the meeting room and pull Bret even further away.

“Whoa, man, let me go.”

I stop and square up to Bret. “Look, you can’t tell anyone about this. This is sensitive information.”

“Sensitive? This is fucking crazy, man? I can barely believe it…”

I screw my eyes closed. This is the worst thing that could have happened. Someone like Bret is the last person I would trust with this kind of information. He’s a blabbermouth at the best of times, and I know he thrives on gossip. If he lets this slip, everything is going to blow up in my face, even if Isabella is leaving the company.

“Bret…”

“I can’t believe it!” Bret says, grinning at me goofily. “I always knew there was some sexual chemistry there, but damn, I had no idea there was so much! How many times has it happened? Was she good? Oh man, this is crazy…”

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