Lust

Hangover

What the fuck happened last night?

I thought to myself as I looked around and saw I was still in my dress. Still gathering my thoughts, as I reached for my phone for an explanation, in return I saw that it was 9:00 a.m.

"Shit! I'm late!" I said, as I tried finding my work attire, my body consumed in my hangover. I quickly get dressed, do my makeup, take two asprins and get into my car.

Great first impression, Nat, you're late on your first day of work!

I thought to myself as I weaved through lanes, not only my thoughts, but the horns and honks pushing me to go faster.

Reaching 30 minutes, I start to see the building I should've been in two hours ago.

King Enterprises.

Parking in the nearest lot I found, I made my way into the intimidating building. If it weren't for my heels, my late presence wouldn't have been noticed by the receptionist. Who I might add, was definitely not elated by Mr. King hiring me on late notice.

"You're late! Let's hope Mr. King doesn't fire you sweetie," she said as she was filing her nails, glancing ever so at the awaiting customer.

Let's hope Mr. King gags at your breath before you say a word sweetie!

After I made it through the stretched elevator ride and meaningless conversations, I made it to the top floor.

Who needs 55 floors? Are you trying to reach heaven?

As I made my way to the door I was guided to by the Floor 55 receptionist, I quickly braced myself.
"Okay, you're 2 hours late, breathe in and out and make up for the lost time," I said to myself as I patted my hair and skirt down.

Taking one last breath, I entered the meeting room to see 3 awaiting figures and an empty chair.
Two of the men were unrecognizable but had a look of lust as they sized my figure. As for the other man, he was the most attractive man I saw, one I definitely recognized. I could catch some emotions swirling in his eyes. Lust, Shock, Anger, and...Jealousy?

Hearing someone clear their throat I quickly snap out of my gaze.
"I am s- so sorry I am late Sir. My alarm didn't go off and I got here as fast as possible, it won't happen again," I said the practiced excuse, my eyes widening as I finally realized why I knew this man.

This is the guy from the bar last night!

"King," He said, a hard glare making its way onto his face.
"Pardon?" I said, still in awe from seeing the handsome man I thought I would never see again.
He cleared his throat for the second time today, and with a lustful look said, "Easton King, and you are?"

"Natalia Torricelli, Si- Mr. King."

As I stared into those dark brown irises of my one night stand, I was reminded of our encounter last night. Him in his work attire, tense and sexy as alway. Me in the black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, making me look ten times sexier than usual. I mentally high-fived myself for the selection of my first day of work outfit.

"He is your boss," the voice in my head said, dawning a sense of sadness that last night could never happen again.

With that, I composed myself into the assistant I signed up as and kept formalities.
We attended our scheduled meetings for the day with multiple companies looking to branch, and I sat on Easton's left side every time. Whilst I took notes, I peeped every now and then Easton and I would exchange glances.

After our last, horrendous meeting I was called into Easton's office. "You asked f-for me sir?" I asked with a shaky tone.

"Yes Natalia, for starter's, after what we did last night don't get formal. Call me Easton," he said in a low tone, making his way over to me and rolling up his sleeves. " Second of all after blast night I would like to keep things professional" he said looking into my eyes when he passionately kiss me "Si- I- we- can't." Words leaving my mind. When all of a sudden the door opens to a petite woman "Hey baby I brought you lunch"
Baby? He has a girlfriend? She looks at me with a fake ass smile " I am sorry was I interrupting something?" Easton responds quick ," Not at all Vanessa this is my assistant Ms. Torricelli" Miss? Nownhe wants to get formal bastard. " Ms. Torricelli this is my fiancé Vanessa"
Correction Easton has a fiancé.