Unprofessional (Under editing)

Chapter 11 : Hurt by him

8:03 am

I finally wake up, and once I do, I am greeted by the sound of running water. Sitting up, I notice that it's coming from the bathroom.

It's probably Mr. Collins.

Just as I thought that, a half naked Isaac Collins walked out of my bathroom. I tried getting up from the comfortable bed in a hurry, but I stumbled, almost falling off the bed. Before my face kissed the ground, Mr. Collins caught me.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked with a quirked brow.

"Yeah, thanks, I—" I stopped mid-sentence, catching a glimpse of his toned hard chest. My brain seemed to short-circuit.

How can one person look that good? And especially in the morning, I just don't understand.

"Thank you," I mumbled awkwardly, my eyes darting anywhere but directly at him.

"Don't mention it," he replied, then gently helped me sit on the edge of the bed.

"Umm... so..."

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted, his tone calm. "Let's just pretend this never happened."

"Wait, what?" I shot up from the bed in shock, only to have my legs give out beneath me. I fell to the floor with a squeal, landing in an undignified heap. Panic rose in my chest.

"Oh my God, please don't tell me I'm paralyzed!" I blurted, freaked out.

Isaac laughed—a low, rich sound that made his face glow like a star. I glanced up to see him standing there in nothing but a towel, his smile as dazzling as the hotel room around us.

"Why are you laughing at me?" I snapped, mortified.

"You're not paralyzed," he chuckled. "Your legs are just tired, so they gave out."

Relief flooded me, and I let out a sigh. "Thank God."

"Anyway, I'm out of here," he said, smirking as he turned to leave.

And just like that, the handsome devil in the towel walked out, leaving me on the floor of this ridiculously beautiful hotel room—wondering what in the world just happened.

"Asshole," I mumble.

For the next couple of hours, I assisted Mr. Collins while he had meetings with different people/companies. At 12:00 am we went back to the jet. 8 hours pass by and we still haven't haven't talked about what happened.

I can't believe he was being serious about that.

And thinking about it now, I don't really want to talk about it either. It freaks me out that I actually had sex with Isaac Collins.

An epic ping-pong match played out in my head, thoughts bouncing back and forth as I tried to process everything. What would happen if people found out we slept together? The last thing I wanted was for anyone to think I'd slept my way to the top. But then... why didn't he want to talk about it? Does he do this with all his assistants? Since he got a taste of me, would he fire me and move on to the next one?

"Hello, passengers. We will be landing in five minutes, so please fasten your seatbelts and switch your devices to airplane mode," the flight attendant's voice crackled over the intercom.

As the jet touched down, I caught sight of Valerie waiting on the tarmac, leaning casually against her pristine white G-Wagon. Her presence, as always, was a welcome distraction from the storm brewing in my head.

"Hey, bitch!" Valerie exclaimed.

"Hey von." I said with a smile.

"Oh wow, looking sexy, are we?" Valerie said, right before smacking my ass.