CEO'S PERSONAL ASSISTANT

14

I stepped in front of the mansion gate looking at a small doorbell camera or something like that.

I tap the button, hearing it make a noise before finally I heard Kyle's voice,"Who are you?"

"It's Kayla" I said curtly. I didn't hear his response back but the gate opened for me to enter.

I look forward at the beautiful garden and the fountain that was at the front of the house. It's so pretty and huge.

I open the front door to the most beautiful living room ever. The living room was carefully decorated, with the high ceilings, a soft glowing chandelier, the floor to ceiling windows, the beautiful black and gold painting. It was perfect.

I didn't know where my boss's room was,but knowing him he'll let me look for it myself so what's the use of calling him.

I trot forward, climbing the stairs. I open every door I see, and so far I've come across a gym studio, a home theater, two bedrooms which weren't used, two empty rooms and a storage.

I was getting angry and irritated. How many rooms are there in this house? I saw a white door at the end of the corridor and opened it. Turns out it was his bedroom. You'd ask me how I know. Well I guess the open computer or the used towel on the bed gave it away.

I stormed into the room, the poly garment bag slung over my shoulder, my anger simmering.

"Your clothes," I announced curtly, dropping the bag onto the bed.

Kyle stood before the mirror, water droplets glistening on his chest, his hair tousled from the shower. A towel clung precariously to his hips.

My gaze locked onto his reflection, and my breath hitched. His eyes met mine, a flicker of awareness sparking between us.

Kyle's gaze lingered on mine, his pupils dilating slightly. He raised an eyebrow, a subtle invitation to continue.

I tried to look away, but couldn't. My anger dissipated, replaced by a growing awareness of his presence.

"You know, for someone who's constantly demanding gratitude, you're remarkably ungrateful," I snapped, my voice husky.

Kyle's lips curled into a sly smile. He turned, towel still clinging, and strode toward me.

As he approached, his gaze drifted down my body, lingering on my lips, breasts, and hips. My skin prickled with goosebumps.

"You're right," he said, voice low, husky, his breath whispering against my ear. "I don't thank people for doing their job."

His words sent shivers down my spine. I felt the warmth of his skin, the gentle caress of his breath.

Kyle's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. For an instant, I thought he'd kiss me.

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. I felt the tension between us build, like a spark waiting to ignite.

My heart pounded in anticipation. I wanted him to close the gap, to claim me.

But he didn't. Instead, he whispered, "You're still here."

The words sent a thrill through me. I knew I should leave, but my legs wouldn't move.

Kyle's gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt his breath dance across my skin.

"Dismissed, Kayla," he repeated, his voice low, commanding.

This time, I obeyed, fleeing the room before I surrendered to the tension between us.

I practically ran downstairs, my heart still racing from the encounter with Kyle. I couldn't shake the memory of his almost-naked form, his piercing gaze, and the electric tension between us.