Her Assistant

-CHAPTER TEN-

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-NASTY HABITS-

Olivia took her seat behind her desk and Alexander took the chair in front of it. She studied him, clean face, nice hair, suit and tie. It still shocks her how he was hiding all if this under all of that. Another thing that shocks her is that she had the urge to touch herself to him again. 

Nasty habit.

"Okay, I was hoping to see what you sent in my email but found nothing. Let's see how far you've gotten."

Alexander crossed his left ankle on his right knee and sat back. His noticeable change in posture piqued her interest. So much so that she leant forward, ready to hear his thoughts. 

"You're booked for the entirety of tomorrow." He begins. "I contacted all of the people you had meetings with and gave them a new time and date, which, surprisingly all of them were available for." He informs. 

"You'll have two hours each with them and considering that you've already completed three out of ten of your logos, you should be able finish than my estimate time of 6a.m-11p.m. And that's basically all of your meetings piled into one day. Quite easy to get them done in one day than to do so weekly. Also, for your last bride, Tasha Hano, you don't have to meet with her since you're going to be doing a live painting at her wedding. I made that pretty clear to her and she understood."

Alexander leant beside him and took out the iPad she had gotten for him from a bag. "As for your commissions I sorted all three hundred and forty-six of them from simple sketches to paintings. Since paintings take longer than sketches or digital art, I made sure to place them on the latter. After tomorrow, after you've already finished with your meetings you can start with your commissions." Alexander sent the list to her email with one press of a button and set the tablet onto her desk. 

Olivia got a notification and opened her phone, seeing a notification from him. "Those are the one hundred and fourteen sketches that you can start with. The rest, digital and painting, will be sent when you knock out the simple sketches. Considering how fast you work you should be finished within two days, for your sketches. If you're up for a challenge, then...grab a coffee and finish within twenty-four." He explains. 

The room fell silent at Olivia scanned through the list of the sketch ideas. She couldn't believe he did all of this, in just a day. It made her wonder if he got any sleep. There's no way a human would be able to do something like this within twenty-four hours. Unless they're on drugs of course. 

"And to take time off your hands, for every commission you finish, I will be more than willing to message them to the respectable customer." He continues. Olivia grins: now she really needs a drink. She set her phone down and crossed her hands under her chin, her gaze locking on his.

"First of all, why would you give me an entire day of meetings? Do I look like the flash to you?"

"The reason for that is to simply be able to give you time for you to relax. The more you wait the more work will pile up and the more stress you'll endure. It's quite simple."

She hums, taking a pen from a cup just to play with its clicker. "Okay, I guess I can do that." Her eyes met his and Olivia stuck the bottom of the pen between her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me you are able to put on an American accent?" Her teeth grit along the pen slowly as she awaited his answer. 

"You...never asked."

She scoffs. "If you have the accent, why don't you use it?"

"I use when needed, ma'am."

Olivia didn't push to ask him what he meant by that. "Okay."

"I also...made an appointment under your name to find a dress for the ball." His accent returned. Olivia took the pen from between her teeth and began tapping it lightly against the desk in front of her. 

"Why?"

"It's good to do things ahead of time. With your art, the press and the ball being a few weeks away, you may forget. It's good to get the simple things out of the way, holding onto them until last minute only boil problems." He explains. His accent made it a tad bit hard for her to understand anything that left his mouth, but she figured it out in the end.

Olivia exhales, sitting back in her chair. "And how long did it take you to do all of this?" She finally asks. 

"The entirety of yesterday and about two hours into the morning." He informs. 

"Did you get any sleep, Mr.Reyes?"

"I did not...I had work to do."

Both her brows arched before they fell. "Okay, get some rest."

Alexander nod and got up from his seat. Before her could leave her office, she spoke up. "Guest room, Mr.Reyes. You live here too now."

Alexander was then reminded of something, her house keys. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys. Alexander strode back over to the desk and placed both keys down. 

"It's three thirty-six ma'am."

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No, it's not a good night. Not only did Alexander Reyes, the mystery man, get everything done within a day, she's also been thinking of him all day. Olivia bit her lip, and her leg is hoisted up as her movements got quicker. She's doing it again, touching herself to the thought of him. Why though, he's a noble nobody. 

Olivia exhales sharply her thrusting coming to an abrupt stop as she came. "Fuck." One would think that having three orgasms is enough, but not Olivia, she wants more, she needs more. Not only that, but he's also sleeping here tonight. Pretty bold of her to be touching herself as he's right in her home. 

Olivia rubbed her clit, sucking air past her clenched teeth. Again, she inserted her fingers inside of her. Speed, pleasure and the thick smell of euphoria. Olivia clutched the edged of the tub and her hips slid. She pulled herself back up swiftly, her body twisting to left as she felt herself twitch at another orgasm. 

She whined but her pace didn't falter. Olivia felt her right leg shake and her muscles tightened as she released another orgasm, squirting. Parts of her body twitched, and she finally stopped. Olivia pulled herself back up in the tub and sighed. 

"Fucking hell, Olivia." She got out of the tub and went to the shower. Olivia cleaned herself off, letting the hot water hit her skin. She stood there for a moment as she tried to collect her thoughts. Her bad habits are turning against her, and she hates it. 

But, his smell, that amazing smell of the cologne, his jaw, his neck, his fucking accent. Not to mention his hands. Olivia's eyes peeled open, and she smiled in irritation. She turned the shower off and stepped out. 

She needs more than just her fingers right now. Olivia strode out of the bathroom and into her room, not caring about the water that dripped from her body. Olivia went over to her walk-in closet and the light turned on automatically. 

Her daring eyes glance up, looking at the brown box that's on the top shelf. Olivia stood on her tippy toes and grabbed it from its place. She went over to her bed and eased it down. Olivia stared at the box for a minute, wanting to shake her head and put it back to where she got it from. 

However, her intrusive thoughts took over and her body moved on its own. Olivia took the cover from the box and set it aside. Her eyes stared at the contents in the box. Vibrators, dildo's a whip. She grins, reaching for the first vibrator her eyes saw. 

"This is going to haunt me in the morning." 

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