She nibbles on my earlobe and it feels like heaven. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this intimate with anyone. I can feel her weight on top of me and she smells of…...dog?! I open my eyes to see that Roxy is licking my ear. She wants a walk. She does this every morning but this is the first time I’ve had a dream to accompany the wake up call. I really need to find a way to rid myself of all this pent up energy. In all honesty I feel a little pathetic as I sit up, the duvet sliding down to my waist as I stroke her soft head. Roxie is my 3 year old German Shepherd and I am not ashamed to say that she is my best friend. This girl has seen me through some fucking hard times and I don’t know how I would have made it through the other side without her. I love her to pieces.
“Okay girl I’m getting up now.” I respond as she perks up her ears and tilts her head to the side. You know that way dogs do when they look fucking adorable and it makes your cold heart melt.
I swing my legs out and pad to the ensuite to pee and brush my teeth. Donning a pair of dark grey joggers and a black hoodie, I grab a chocolate chip brioche for sustenance and head to the front door. Roxie trots behind me with her lead in her mouth. I grab some waste bags and attach her lead. After sliding on my trainers, I head out the door.
Roxy’s favourite place is our local park and at 6:30am it’s pretty quiet. Just a couple of joggers and some dog walkers but it’s pretty big so you don’t have to engage in any awkward dog related chit chat which is a big plus. We’ve been walking a while when movement catches my eye and I glance to see the one thing that brightens up my early morning walk. She’s wearing black cycling shorts and a pink crop top today. Her chestnut hair bouncing in a ponytail as she runs. Her headphones are in and she’s mouthing the words to whatever song she’s listening to as she goes. She’s fucking incredible. She passed us 3 times while Roxy played with her ball, her black and tan fur shining in the early morning sun. I watched as the mystery beauty slowed near the entrance to the park and looked at her watch. I just wish I knew her name.
“Today’s the day!” I think to myself as I pull into my newly reserved parking space at work. I chose to drive myself this morning. Neil, my usual driver, will pick me up later. I check my crisp dark grey suit for creases before heading inside. Today I need to look sharp, it’s the day my new promotion comes into effect. I am now the youngest VP in the company's history. I can't wait to get into my new office and introduce myself to my new PA. I watch the elevator numbers climb to the twelfth floor and I'm nervously excited. I’ve worked my way up from the bottom and today is where the hard work and long hours pay off. The ding brings me back to the now and I realise that I am early. I don't mind as it gives me the time to look around and familiarise myself with the floor layout. I see my name is already on the office door and smirk. Mr. Connor Williams VP.
I look around and find the small kitchen, stock room and look at the names on the other offices. Mr Clarke Shaw PA had his own office as he was the planner and personal assistant to the man whose office was next door. Mr. Andrew Williams CEO. Yeah that's my Dad. He was willing to give me a senior leadership role as soon as I graduated from university but I wanted to earn my position. To know the pros and woes of each level of the company. To me this allows me to understand my staff better, makes me a better leader and more approachable. I stroll back to my office door and look across. Mr. Alexander Arch AVP, my best friend. Al’s father was a company board member and good family friend which meant me and Al grew up together. It’s going to be nice working here. As I turn to open my door the faint smell of flowers floats from the desk to the left of me. Ah, my new assistant I think as I stroll over to her desk. I look at the name on the plaque. Miss Olivia Harris PA. I hope she’s good at her job. I’m sure she's very capable as she was in the role for my predecessor but we work very differently. For example my personnel file has 0 sexual harassment complaints. The previous VP well he was a dog with no boundaries and I’m glad i walked in on him being inappropriate with my old coworker downstairs not only for her sake but because he didn't deserve this job and my eye witness statement booted him out the door.
The elevator ding brings me back into the room and I look up and stop breathing. It’s her.
AUTHORS NOTE
This is my first attempt at creating a story worthy of readers. Please be patient and comment what you think. I am English so some of the spelling may be different to what you are used to. I look forward to seeing what you all think.
Olivia's POV “Going up” The elevator voice sang. I was running late and I hate being late. My hot water had decided to desert me so I’d spent twenty minutes trying to fix the boiler before calling an engineer this morning. I’m going to have to ask my new boss for the afternoon off on his first day which was already filling me with anxiety without adding my lack of punctuality into the mix. Normally my morning run helped ease my nerves when I’m stressed especially when Mr. drop dead gorgeous and his German Shepherd are at the park. With his curly mahogany locks and chiseled features, he looked like a Greek god. He was wearing a baseball cap this morning but that just made him look ruggedly handsome with his 5 o’clock shadow. People enter and leave the elevator which is adding to my lateness. We were currently on level seven and I’ve got to get to level twelve. I hope my new boss is a decent human unlike my
Connor’s POV Seeing her this close is like a revelation. She is beautiful. Not even in an understated way. She is fucking stunning. I had a moment in the kitchen when I just wanted to slam her into a wall and kiss those plump, pouty lips of hers. Fuck, I wish I could but I can’t. I am now technically her boss. We need to have a healthy professional relationship. I make myself a promise to glance but not touch. Secret glances. Just to admire her. I need to control myself. A knock at the door drags me from thoughts of her and I move from behind my desk to answer it. As I suspected it’s Al. “Well if it isn't Mr. work my way to the top!” he beams as he pulls me in for a bro hug. “Come on in! Olivia can you come in about an hour so we can run through today's schedule?” She nods to confirm and I turn my
Connor POV Hearing my name come out of her perfect mouth send shivers and all the blood downwards. I hand her my personal business card as she leaves my office. Her delectable scent lingers and I take a deep breath. I look through the schedule she has left me for the remainder of the day and she has organised it from most important to least leaving a post it note on top in her beautiful handwriting stating the reason for doing so is in case the important meetings run over. She is smart, and sexy and charming and everything I imagined her to be when I saw her at the park everyday. Do I dare to imagine? Half an hour passes and my phone dings. O: Connor, I didn't have time to pop my head in because the engineer had already arrived to fix my boiler.
Bethany POV I wake in a hospital room. This confirms my fear. I’m getting worse. My body confirmed what my brain was telling me as I tried to lift myself up the bed. I coughed and struggled to catch my breath as my beautiful Livvy walked in the door followed by Ally. Ally was Livvy’s person and in this moment I am glad that she had someone to help her be strong. I am tired of being strong. Growing up in poverty you grow up fast. You learn to adapt. You learn not to rely on paychecks or government handouts. They can be cut off at any point. I went to work at the age of 16 and my money was never mine. I put food in our scarcely full bellies. My mother became sick when I was 18 and my father decided watching her die was too difficult
Connor POV When I heard Olivia crying on the phone my heart stopped. I had to get to her. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t stand hearing her like that. I didn’t want to leave the hospital and did so reluctantly and only because she was with her friend. Ally Malloch seemed like someone I could get on with. Feisty but a fierce friend. Someone who Olivia can depend on. I made my way home again and Roxie was there by the door when I walked in. This dog is an angel. I plonked myself on the sofa and she came up and snuggled in. I put the television on just to have some background noise and mindlessly stroked her head. My mind was filled with thoughts of Olivia. Her beautiful face. Her emerald eyes that feel like they stare into your soul a
Olivia POV My alarm goes off at 9am. It’s Saturday morning and the day of the fundraiser. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Yesterday had gone relatively smoothly. Between Mr. Williams Sr being there all day and a full schedule, I didn’t need to explain or go into the events of the day before. Thank. God. Mum is stable and I am seeing her tomorrow morning so I plan on spending my day today preparing myself for it. I don't just mean physically, although I have hired Ally’s services for the day, I need to prepare mentally as well. Keeping my attraction to Connor to a minimum and being strictly professional is my mission for the evening. I’m sexually attracted to my boss. There I said it. I would usually go for a run to clear my head but I’m terrified of
Connor POV I’m sat in the back of the Bentley with Neil driving. My mind isn’t on the evening as a whole; it's on a certain personal assistant. When I received a call this morning I wasn’t expecting to speak to Ally. True to my first impression of them, they have Olivia’s best interest at heart. After seeing what Olivia had planned to wear, Ally made the executive decision to veto it and contacted me to acquire a dress. I already had one in mind and made the arrangements to have it delivered to her home this afternoon. We quickly arrive at Olivia’s residence and I wait outside the car with the door open ready for her arrival. What I didn’t expect was the astonishing goddess that was descending the stairs. Her hair is pinned back and the soft curls are flowing down her bare back like small waves against the beach as she walk
Olivia’s POV I must admit he looks as good as I had imagined. His hair is tousled in a delicious way and his eyes as always are bright and filled with mischeif. Our close proximity in the car was all encompassing. He smells so good. I just want to breathe him in. When he kissed the back of my hand I knew I was in trouble. His lips were so soft. I just want them on mine. Woah Liv. This is work, although deep down I wish it wasn’t. I can't entertain this idea. Focus. Growing up the way I did, I never thought that I would have to deal with the media but here I am having my picture taken while they shout at me for my name. I feel something on my head and realise Connor has kissed my hair just as the photo was taken. Well that is not the impression I wanted to start with.