5- His PA

Aracelli's Pov

My feets screaming in protest as I walked around the office in heels, dancing in heels,apparently, isn't the same as working in them for hours.

Starting this Monday morning was rough. While Fiona (Zayn's former PA) did a great job getting me acquainted with the basics in just two hours, her training wasn't enough to prepare me for my bosse's incessant yelling.

He was so grumpy, arrogant and bossy, "Guess that's why he's the boss Araceli." I joked in my head to keep me from losing my mind.

I stopped at the reception desk, Zayn had asked––, scratch that, my boss had ordered me to hand a few documents to Valerie which I'm here to deliver.

"Hey," I smiled sweetly at her, "Mr Vanderbilt asked me to hand these papers to you, said you would know what to do with them." I placed the paper on the desk, pushing it towards her, she collected them, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Of course I know what to do as some of us have competence in what we do and didn't get this job by sleeping around."

You have got to be kidding me. I turned on my heel as I wasn't going to exchange words with her. She has wore a sour expression on her face after finding out that I landed a job in the same company as her.

"You know a few lap dance isn't enough to keep this job for a long time right?"

I stopped in my tracks, her words jabbing at me, I turned to face her, wearing a big smile on my face, "Sweetheart, unlike you I won't be needing to keep this job for a long time, so please enjoy." I blew her a kiss and walked back to my office which was besides Zayn's.

How did she know about me dancing with him, don't think Zayn told her, she probably did some digging. I shrug my shoulders as I honestly don't give a damn about her.

A knock on my door had my head shooting up from my work, Zayn always called on the intercom if he needed me to do something, so who could it be?

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, he wore a shy smile as he approached my desk.

"Hi, I'm David." He stretched his hand towards me for a handshake and I took it.

"I'm Araceli." He pushed his glasses up his nose, his cheeks having a slight blush to it.

"I'm sorry to have barged in on you, I noticed you are new here, so I thought to ask if you wouldn't mind having a little companion during your lunch break."

I looked at the big clock on the wall and it was time to take a break.

"Thank you very much David, that is so thoughtful of you, I......"

"Don't say no please." He looked absolutely adorable, his brown hair was neatly combed, his black slik shirt was well ironed and tucked in a black trousers.

I stood to my feet, "I wasn't going to say no David, I only wanted to ask for a few minutes to get my things together so we can head out."

He let out a breathe, smiling even some more, "Alright, take your time while I wait here."

He took a seat and I sent the last document I was working to to Zayn before shutting the system.

"I'm ready."

David stood to his feet and led the way, making sure to hold the door for me. What a gentleman.

"So there is this new restaurant I think we should try, it's only seven minutes away, their menu looked good online."

"Wherever you lead, I will follow."

"So what department do you work?" He asked making little conversations.

"I'm actually the bosse's PA."

He did a double take at my words, "You know i was wondering why you were in Fiona's office but it never crossed my mind that you are his new PA.

"Why, is it because I don't look the part?" I taunted with a straight face.

"Goodness, I promise I didn't mean it like that, I was only saying.."

I couldn't hold it in anymore as I let out a stream of laughter, "I was only joking with you David, calm down."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "You scared me for a minute Araceli."

"I know, so what department do you work?"

"Murdering Araceli" I shook my head at his childish tactic. "How petty David."

We had little talks until we got to the restaurant, the ambiance was welcoming, I absolutely loved the green plants and warm bulbs around every corner of the restaurant.

"Now what does my princess wants to order?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Your princess?"

"It's a name I call lots of women in my life, so it's nothing to be afraid of." He waved his hand across the air.

"So we are many huh?" I raised a second eyebrow.

"Araceli, of course not, I mean just you, my mother, and my sisters." He looked flushed.

I raised both hands in the air, "it's alright, I will stop teasing you now." I smiled.

We ordered off the menu, and the flavour of the meal was hitting, I lost count of the number of times I closed my eyes in esctacy.

After our meal, we went to an ice cream shop, I ordered for strawberry and vanilla flavor ice cream, and he ordered for chocolate. We sat on the chair under the umbrella in the outdoor section, each with a cup of ice cream.

"I think it's time we get back to the office." I sat up, straightening my black pencil shirt.

"We still have fifteen minutes to spare." He pouted like a child.

"David." I drawled out, warningly.

"Admit you don't love spending time with me."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I love my salary so let's get going." We proceeded back to the office, with David cracking endless jokes.

The ding of the elevator signaled our arrival at the top floor, "Araceli, can I drive you home after work today?" David asked as we stepped out of the elevator.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I am perfectly able to take care of myself but another deep, masculine voice beat me to it.

"No you can't." I angled my head to see none other than the boss himself.

"Eermm, Araceli, I will see you later." I watched as David literally scrambled back into the elevator, returning to his department which he finally admitted was the marketing team.

"I can't remember giving you the right to dictate who takes me home and who doesn't." I fold my arms underneath my boobs, watching as his eyes followed my movement for a split seconds.

"I really don't give a sh*t about who takes you home or who doesn't, but don't go around flirting with my employees."

my jaw dropped in disbelieve at his words, I definitely wasn't flirting with David, the innocent man was only offering me a ride.

He brushed past my shoulder as he walked into the elevator, "There is a stake of paper on my desk, go through them before sending it off to the various teams." the elevator door closed as he finished his words.

I walked to his office which was besides mine, there are only three offices on the top floor, his, mine and a big conference room for meetings.

I worked on the documents, doing as he had instructed. Evening soon rolled over and it was time to go home.

I shut my laptop (which Zayn had provided for me) place it in my laptop bag and got on the elevator. The watch clasped around my wrist showed it was past four pm, I still have a few hours to rest before going to the club.

As I walked out of the parking lot, a car hunked at me, it was Zayn's car, parked at his designated spot.

I walked towards his car, and he rolled down the tinted windows.

"Get in." He sat on the drivers seat, his facial expression giving away nothing of how he felt.

"Thank you very much sir but I am capable of getting a ride for myself."

"I said to get in Araceli." My feets were begining to ache from being in heels all day long so I walked over to the passenger's side, my butt welcoming the luxurious feel of the seat.

He drove out of the parking lot, "Address." He mumbled. I told him my address and he punched it in the GPS. The ride was a silent one, not akward though, the only noise filling the car was the beautiful melody from the songs playing.

He stopped at the front of my apartment, his eyes roaming the environment, but I couldn't read his thoughts as his face remained blank.

"Thank you for the ride."

"You are welcome." His hoarse voice still sends shivers down my spine.

'Get a hold of yourself Araceli, he is your boss.' I chanted in my head.

I tore my eyes away from him and made to open the door, so I can leave his car before doing something silly, just as I reached for the door handle, his hands clamped down on my shoulders, spinning me around.

His eyes held mine for a beat too long, then he leaned in way too close. I felt his hot breath and the brush of his lips on mine. He squeezed his eyes shut, then whispered, "Get out, Araceli," before finally letting go.