Catching Feelings

1

"So what do you need me here for Scoot?" I ask as I fall into a chair and prop my feet up on his desk.
He raises his gaze from the papers he's been shuffling through and eyes my Supras. "Off my desk kid."
"Oh come on! They're brand new! I just took them out of the box this morning..." I argue.
"Off." he repeats, turning his attention back to the papers.
"Fine." I drop them to the floor. "But what's up?"
"Hmm?" he mumbles, preoccupied. "Oh yeah, we hired a new PR rep today...she'll act as your assistant too, and she's due any minute...I want you two to meet."
I squint my eyes and make a face "Why? Allison is just fine. I don't want a new assistant!"
"Justin..." He sighs with annoyance and massages the bridge of his nose "Allison can't do it all. With the tour and press she's slammed. It's just too much."
"So Kenny can help out." I counter.
"Yeah, cause Kenny isn't stretched too thin as it is. Look, the bigger you get, the bigger the crew needs to be. You knew this was coming..."
"She's not gonna know how anything works Scooter" I snap "No clue about how the crew operates...how I like things. You know I hate bringing new people in...you can't trust them. No. No way...I don't want her.
He leans back in his chair "Listen, this isn't up for argument. This is how its gonna be so you better just..."
A soft knock on the door interrupts him. His eyes shift from the door to me as he lowers his voice "Be polite Justin...I mean it."
I roll my eyes and prop my feet back up on his desk to prove my irritation with a muttered "Whatever."
He stares at my sneakers for a moment, decides against pushing the issue while calling out "Come in." as he stands with a smile to greet her.
I hear the door click open but make no move to stand or even turn around.
"Hey Bobbi! It's great to see you again!" Scooter exclaims warmly.
"Hi Scooter! It's great to see you also! Again, I can't thank you enough for this opportunity!"
Her voice immediately causes interest to stir inside me, but I remain stubbornly seated.
"No, we should be thanking you!" He corrects her, "We could really use another set of hands these days... Here, take a seat."
I watch him round his desk, but refuse to turn and look at her, even when she settles into the chair beside me.
"Justin," Scooter begins "This is Bobbi, the newest addition to the family. Introduce yourself."
He has left me with two options: to either acknowledge her, or to be blatantly rude because he knows which one I'll pick.
I turn to face her for the first time, but say nothing as I take her in her beautiful dark brown hair which is secured by a silver clip at the nape of her neck, but still manages to shine in a way that makes me long to touch it. I am drawn in by her eyes that are warm with the smile that graces her full, glossy lips. Lips that I imagine kissing the second my gaze lands on them.
God...she's perfect.
Scooter clears his throat, undoubtedly believing my silence is a reflection of my earlier resistance to a new assistant.
I snap out of it and return her smile, leaning in closer to shake her out stretched hand. "Hey. I'm Justin...welcome to the crew Bobbi girl!"
She flushes at my use of such a familiar nickname. "Thanks Justin...it's great to meet you. Can I just jump right into it or?" She cocks her head adorably as she asks my permission.
"Sure you can..." I nod.
"Okay..." she moves to the edge of her seat, all business, and crosses her ankles, drawing my attention to her gorgeous legs...my eyes linger on her thighs as the peek out from beneath her pencil skirt.
"So what I thought might help us ease into the transition," she interrupts herself "Because I know it can't be easy getting used to a new assistant," before continuing "I thought it might help if you made up a list for me. Don't be afraid to add any little detail...I want you to be completely confident in my ability to handle your day to day. I want to know exactly how you like things."
My thoughts drift momentarily, eyes locked on her mouth as I think about how I would likeit, but certainly not in the way she means I'msure.
Scooter jumps in to fill the silence I have caused to hang in the air "Bobbi, I just have a few things to go over, and then there's the confidentiality contract to take care of...were you able to look over the copy I faxed you? He slides the paperwork across the desk in her direction.
"I did." She confirms, leaning forward to pay close attention as they go over the legal aspects of working under me.
This doesn't require my presence, and normally I would excuse myself, but with her back turned to me, I'mfree to study her openly.
The clip in her hair slides down for the third time as they confer, and she finally gives up on it and pulls her hair free from its grasp, sending it cascading around her shoulders like beautiful chocolate waves.
As she places it to the side on the desk my mouth goes dry with lust and I suddenly realize I'mlicking my lips more than usual.
I want her...badly. There's something else there too, something I can'tquite put my finger on. I want to know everything about her.
All too soon she and Scooter have wrapped things up and are both rising to their feet, shaking hands, and saying their goodbyes.
I stand also, and offer my hand again, only because I want to touch her.
"Well, looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together...hope you don't get sick of me." She smiles.
"Never!" I answer much too enthusiastically.
Scooter gives me a slightly confused look and turns to her "Why don't I walk you out Bobbi?"
"Oh you don't have to go to any trouble," She assures him.
He waves her off "No trouble at all."
I start to follow, happy at the thought of a few more minutes with her, but he stops me. "You stay put...Kenny isn't here."
"It'll be fine...the lots deserted."
He shakes his head and moves toward the door"You never know kid...better safe than sorry."
She gives me a little 'see you later' wave as I return to my seat, defeated.
The door closes and I relax back into the chair to wait for him to return...I have a million questions to ask him about her.
A moment later I notice she has forgotten her clip.
Without a split second's worth of hesitation I pluck it off the desk and slip it into my pocket...silently praying she doesn't remember and come back for it.