She was snarky, and I was totally turned on. I could absolutely tell why I chose this girl last night, she’s a fun one, and we were going to have a lot of fun together.
My last assistant, I slept with, but I also slept with her younger sister, and so she quit. The few assistants that I’ve had before that, all of them I’ve landed, and all of them left because they fell for me and I’m not about that, and I’ve already had a night with Emma, so I guess this makes it four for four.
Might as well hire her, if I’ve slept with her already, she will probably be an easy land in the coming time, and then she will think she’s in love with me and quit when I turn her down, it seems to be a cycle here. I give the girl a year.
I cleared my throat, remembering my thought this morning, “I apologize, for earlier,” she looked at me and tilted her head slightly, was she playing dumb like we didn’t wake up in the same bed this morning? “When I called you a whore.”
Emma’s mouth opened and quickly shut like she had a snarky comment but decided against it, then she smiled and said, “It was an honest mistake,” she shrugged, “but I would like to clear things up that I am not, in fact, a whore,” she enunciated her words, making sure that she spoke clearly and that I got her point.
“Mhmm,” I grinned and narrowed my eyes at her. I don’t believe it for a second.
They’re all whores, they all go out and take a new guy home every night, sneaking around like thieves. I don’t believe in monogamy, especially after the girls I’ve been with. I’m twenty-eight, and I decided my dating life was over years ago after a handful of bad relationships with these whores like her.
They’re all the same, nothing special, I hardly even see women as people anymore, they’re all just sex toys to me now, nothing else. No one has ever proven me wrong about them all being whores, so I continue to think such a way.
“I am not!” She raised her voice slightly and glared at me with a piercing look. Her eyes were brown, golden, almost, and I thought that she was cute when she gets upset.
I interlaced my fingers and let them rest on my torso when I responded, “I seem to remember something you did last night that would be considered contradictory to that statement, Ms. Anderson.”
She took a deep breath before responding, “That… was something that I have never done before,” I chuckled internally, ‘I’m sure,' she continued her explanation, “my roommate took me out because I was nervous for this interview and we got a little carried away is all,” she shrugged at the end.
“I see,” I responded and twisted back and forth in my chair slightly as I looked at her.
She seemed to be getting uncomfortable, “Mr. Greene, is this going to be alright for me to work here after what happened? I mean, do you think we can be professional?”
I opened my hands with my palms up and told her, “This is professional, you, me, seated at a table and speaking like adults,” she nodded her head to me, but I wanted to have a little fun with her, “what would be unprofessional would be me having you sit on my lap during the interview,” her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide but I kept going, “or if I bent you over the table and took you here and now,” I placed the tip of my finger on the table in question and Emma sprung up from her seat.
“Mr. Greene! This is sexual harassment!” She exclaimed, just quiet enough for no one outside the room to hear.
“Oh, come on, I’m just having a little fun,” I chuckled at her and moved my head from one side to the other.
She looked baffled and put the chair back in place, holding onto the top of it, “I will not work in a place where I am looked at as if I am an object,” she seemed fuming mad, “I am a woman who deserves respect, and if you can’t give me that, then I will not work for you.”
I was taken back by her backbone that I didn’t know she had, and raised my eyebrows, “I’m impressed.”
Emma exhaled the breath she had been holding and looked at me, anger still filled her eyes and her jaw tense, but she didn’t move. I stood up from my chair and pushed it back in.
“You start tomorrow. 7 AM, I’ll see you then.” I left the room, leaving the door open for her as I walked to my own office down the hall.
My office has a window next to the door that looked to the hallway, and I peeked out of it once I shut my door. I saw her leaving the conference room, I noticed that she was wearing flats instead of heels which surprised me, and she had pulled her hair back down and put it in the side ponytail again to block her neck from anyone’s view, I chuckled.
I wonder if she is actually going to show up tomorrow? If so, will she keep her hair up as I told her to? If she doesn’t come, that means that she didn’t really want the job, and in all honesty, I think I would be kind of upset if she didn’t show, I was having so much fun teasing her.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t actually fantasizing about doing those things that I mentioned to her as my examples of unprofessionalism. Emma is a beautiful woman, and I really wish that I remembered last night, but it only fueled my craving for her more.
I sat down behind my desk and opened up the laptop there, reclining in my chair as I looked out the window again, a part of me hoping that she will reappear and we would have amazing office sex, but sadly she didn’t, and I was left with only my imagination for the time being.
Staring out the window and letting my imagination take over for a bit, I imagined her tall figure walking towards me, her long brown hair twirled up to show off her slender neck, her shirt unbuttoned just one too many for modesty showing off her cleavage and her skirt shortened, high enough to give me easy access.
I wonder why she chose flats instead of heels today? Maybe once she sees that every woman here wears heels along with their hair in a bun, she will start doing the same.
I loved that look, it’s simple, professional, and showed off a woman’s best attributes and slims her legs at the same time, it’s a win-win for everyone, in my opinion. They feel confident and I feel like I have an office of babes surrounding me.
Besides, I’m at fashion events every other week and I’m seeing things that inspire me constantly, I don’t want anyone to wear something that I think is obnoxious that would distract me from my creative process – this is why we have a dress code: pencil skirt, single-colored blouse, hair in a bun, heels, and light makeup – the perfect palate.
He left the conference room and I felt like I needed another shower after being near him. He’s not even a man, he’s a creature of unknown origin that is determined to make me feel bad for an action that he had an equal play in.I quickly let my hair down and draped it over my neck to hide the hickey there. The disgusting creature, wanting me to flaunt it for everyone else here to see. What good would that do? Would it show everyone that he’s had me? Was he trying to claim me somehow? Or did he just simply get off by making a fool out of me?Either way, I will not give him that satisfaction. I gathered my things and walked out of the conference room to the receptionist's desk to speak with Mindi about what is expected of me tomorrow.She informed me of the dress code and some of the rules that Mr. Greene has in place here for his workers.“Since you are going to be his assistant, you don’t need to know too much else other than
“Tell me everything,” Kay said as she put her elbows on the breakfast bar and rested her chin on her hands, emphasizing the word ‘everything.’Kay, my best friend, and roommate is the most free-spirited person you will ever know. She’s got rich red hair, hazel eyes, a petite figure, and a killer smile. We met in grade school and have been best friends ever since. She’s got the behavior of a little kid and the mouth of a sailor.I told her about the dress code and how magnificent the building is, along with how kind everyone else seemed, besides the creature that I would be working for, of course.“He called me a whore.”“What?!” She sat upright.“Twice.”“Double what?!”I laughed at her, “He apologized for it, but then he mentioned me sitting on his lap and things went downhill from there.”Kay was eating her cereal listening to me l
I didn’t have much to do in the office today, and since the interview was over, that was my only real meeting of the day, so I decided to go home and make some breakfast and take a nap. I was too distracted by my imagination in the office, seeing her so clearly as if she stood directly in front of me, I couldn’t focus on my work at all.I needed to clear my head, and I was still slightly hungover from last night, so I think a nap would be nice right about now as well.I walked right into the building with my key card and went directly to the elevators to get to my floor. There was never any elevator music here, and while every now and then I would get into an elevator and think to myself ‘this music sucks,’ I kind of missed having music here in the apartment building.It made it awkward when there was another person in the elevator with you, it was utter silence if you didn’t know the other person or weren’t making small talk
It’s the morning of my first day, and I’m laying here in bed with my new sheets rolling around not wanting to get up.I don’t have to be there until 7 and my alarm was still set for 5:30, so I decided to snooze it a few times and use that time to will myself to get up and get dressed. I showered twice yesterday, and something tells me that I’m going to feel the need to shower after work today, so I’m skipping it this morning.I drifted in and out of consciousness for a good while until I saw that it was now 6 and I needed to get up.Dressing for a job at a designers office, you’d think it would be difficult because you would want to look as fashionable as ever and make a good impression all the time, but not for Greene Designs; the CEO had a dress code that we all had to follow so to not “cloud his vision.” I snorted at the thought, the man had an ego the size of Manhattan.My closet only had one pencil skir
I woke up early and got to the office half an hour before normal all because I was eager to find out if Emma would show up to work today or not. I sat in my office and was staring out the window that was next to the door, watching each person walk by in the hallway, not even paying attention to the beautiful employees I have, only focused on that one person that I wanted to show up. The clock on my wall said it was 6:45 AM, she wasn’t supposed to be here for another fifteen minutes, I needed to be more patient than this. The sketch that I made after the dream I had yesterday was there in front of me, begging me to get finished and created, but I needed to see Emma first, I needed to see her in order to figure out how to finish the design. I saw Mindi first, then a bit of blue appeared behind her and Mindi turned a corner for me to see how beautiful Emma looked today. Her hair had the two loose strands on either side of her face like they were in my dr
Matthew left the office only a few minutes after I left him in there. What an odd interaction, I thought. He stared at me and doodled something without uttering a single word to me, then he compliments me and then stands in front of me and demands that I stand up for him.Then he looked me up and down and asked about my shoes, is he a foot fetish type of guy? It would explain why he gives out Christian Louboutin’s like their chocolates. I noticed four more women in the office wearing them.Also, what was with that random smile? And he was so sneaky about what he was drawing, I was so curious about it that it was killing me just sitting here. My curiosity was piqued and I need to know.I was fiddling with a pencil between my fingers when I looked back to his office doors. I bit my lip, I shouldn’t snoop, it’s wrong, and I could get fired on my very first day if Mindi or someone catches me.Was I really okay with risking my job just to see
I headed back to the office after visiting Isabella at the warehouse and finding nothing but disappointment there. She didn’t have the material that I dreamt of, which means that it would have to be custom-made.I sighed and put my head back on the headrest of the cab with my eyes closed. I fear I am going to end up having to make it entirely myself. We found the perfect fabric for the design, just the wrong print, and the print was what set it apart and gave it the wow factor. I rubbed my face with both hands.The cabbie stopped outside the office building and I paid him what I owed, then grabbed my bag and headed to the elevators. I didn’t want to walk into my office and have all the ladies see me disappointed, so I put on a fake grin and exited the elevator when it reached my floor.Mindi was there at the desk per usual and everything seemed perfectly fine, except that I didn’t see Emma’s brunette hair at her desk when I turned the cor
I cannot believe that it worked! He listened to me and now we’re going out and we’re going to talk, like adults, about each other’s creative process when it comes to design.It was such a risk to call him out on his shit back there but I am so thankful that I did. He actually looked at my portfolio and spoke to me when he could have had me thrown out of the building. He told me to get out, but I stood my ground and said no, and he surprisingly didn’t push any further.Now I’m at my desk waiting for him. The women here saw me exit his office with loose hair and no heels, I know exactly what they thought I did in there with him, and it made me feel sick, but in time they will learn the truth, so no reason to stress about it now.I slipped on the flats that I brought with me so that I didn’t have to wear those heels outside. Wearing heels is one thing but walking in them for long periods of time is another.Matthew exited