Re: The Assistant

Chapter 11

"Have I mentioned how great you look in that dress?"

Roman shouted over the loud wind that was blowing intensely through our hair as he sped down the highway with the top of his convertible down.

"I believe you said I looked nice."

He removed his eyes from the road to get a better look at me.

The silence overtook us as he slowly leaned in closer, his devious green eyes on a set mission.

"You're going to crash if you don't look at the road."

He looked down at my dress and then back up to my eyes, "Then you should probably kiss me so I can return my attention to driving."

It was stupid the lengths he was able to go to be Roman Madden.

I leaned in before softly pushing his face back towards the road.

"We've known each other for practically 5 minutes why is it impossible to stay away."

"I know what I want the second it's in front of me." He brushed off my pessimism.

I sat back against my seat, his eyes occasionally glancing over to me every few seconds. My hair, my dress, my shoes, my hands, my legs, every time he looked over he was admiring something new.

This went on the entire way there.

"Nice night sir?" The valet asked as he took the keys from Roman.

The other valet opened the door for me and offered me a hand out of the car.

Roman nodded and handed the valet a couple hundred dollar bills before leading me to the front of the building.

As we walked off together I could hear the valets discussing.

'That wasn't the girl he left with was it?"

'No, she's hot though.'

I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the valet with a humored grin on my face, just as we walked inside the building.

The both of them stared back at me stunned that I'd overheard their conversation and partially afraid that Roman would have also overheard.

"Would you like me to order something, I don't think I saw you touch your plate tonight." Roman was far too preoccupied to have heard.

"No, it's okay I'm not too hungry."

His penthouse smelled freshly cleaned, in fact his maids bill for the week was still laid out on the counter.

The lights were dimmed, the pillows were fluffed, the windows were open, air breezed through his slightly see through white curtains.

"Can I ask you something?" Roman asked while locking each of his windows shut. "Why do you work for Katz?"

I sat myself down at his couch and let my purse fall by my feet. "To feed myself ."

"No, I mean, that's not what you want to do is it?"

"No but it's a foot in the door."