I'd choose you

14. A little birdie told me

I'm back at the office, sitting at my desk as I check through my computer, my hair is down in waves, my white shirt has the first few buttons undone and my skirt reaches almost to my knees with a gap on the right side.

"Did you get the email?" Ethan burst in my office without even knocking which made me roll my eyes back. "'Good morning Veronica, how was your weekend?' could be a great way on how to start a conversation but you do you Ethan" i reply and motion for him to sit down in front of me. "'Good morning Veronica, how was your weekend?' Now did you get the email" "no i haven't checked my emails yet, what does it say?" I ask and he moves closer to me. He is wearing a tight white shirt, his sleeves are rolled up so that it shows his forearm, with black pants. His hair is not slicked back, it's wavy which makes me smile. "We got an event in San Francisco" "oh shit the gala, god i hate that shit" I replied and looked down at his phone.

I'm sitting at my desk and he is standing next to me leaned forward so that I can feel his hot breath on my neck which makes my chest rise quickly and my clit throbbing.

I'm a whore.

"We have to go" "we?" I ask and he seems quite confused by my question. "We have to go because we both represent the company" yeah right because of his 'breathtaking' resume and my need to prove that I'm the best at everything i do.

"The gala will be in a week" "already?" i'm in shock, i thought they were going to send the email before. "They sent the email before but we didn't check our phones during the weekend so" he shrugs and I roll my eyes knowing well that this gala shit is disgusting.

Last year I went with Mr Adams, let me just tell you it was so boring! All you do during it is trying to find new clients, which is fine but the problem is that it's all gala themed. You have to wear tight dresses and high heels and you need to dance. Which is not it, it is full of old men that are closer to the casket than they are to their hotel room but oh well.

Ethan looks more excited than me as if he really wanted to go to the shitty gala, it's weird how sometimes this guy acts like a corpse and other times he is the most expressive person on earth.

"Ethan it's not a gala for fun, we're there for business, remember?" I question and he nods but doesn't answer which makes me scoff. "I got work to do, Wilson and I know that we are there for business but it is still quite fun" he replies and I give him a look as he makes his way to the door. "Bye Robinson" "Bye Wilson" he says before shutting the door.

My sister walks in, yeah you heard that right, my sister Rose moved to Boston for college so now she has so much free time before the semester starts, and how will she use this time? By bothering me obviously.

My secretary and best friend Amy loves my sister. Ames always had a sweet spot for Rosie, because of her big brown eyes and because of her bright personality.

Obviously Amy is right behind my sister as she closes the door behind her. My sister looks at me smirking and.

Oh shit!