assistant » jack gilinsky

nine

i pry my eyes open and feel my body sticking to one another. skin on skin. i gasp, sitting up abruptly and holding the sheets close to me. i look to my left only to see a shirtless mr. gilinsky.

shit. i forgot that we kind of got sexual last night. we didn't have sex, but he kind of you know... gave me... you know.

"jack, wake up." i shove his arm that's resting on my lap.

he groans and shuffles a bit. it's a saturday, so maybe he doesn't feel the need to be in a rush. i want to sleep in too, but i can't right next to my boss.

"wake up." i shove him harder and then hear his angry voice.

"i'm up!" he growls. "what do you need?"

i scan the floor for my top and see that it's literally across the room. good thing i have my shorts on from yesterday.

"i'm going to go home. i'll see you in the office monday?"

"no! stay a little longer." he says, a bit quick.

"i really can't." i shake my head.

jack huffs, "why are you rushing off? was it because of last night?"

"no, no, i don't want you to think that, but i just think that this is weird." i say, gesturing around the bed.

he rolls his eyes, "if you must."

i scurry up from the bed, using my arm to cover up my chest. i grab my shirt and quickly put it on. i then try to find my shoes and my bag. when that's done, i'm out of the door in no time, processing what just happened.

jack's pov

kehlani just had to rush out of that door the day the i was going to seduce her. maybe i have to ask her on a date to bring her back. would that be appropriate at all? the last thing i want is to be rejected by my personal assistant.

she assists me. can she do the same in bed?

there's a short knock on the door, making me shove my head into my pillow. cynthia always has to bother me.

"yes, cynthia?" i ask loudly.

"breakfast, sir?" she asks me.

"yes, please." i reply, thanking god that she didn't question me about kehlani.

cynthia is my maid, but she literally acts like my mother sometimes. i kind of like it because she puts me in my place, and tells me now to get too cocky if i feel so above, or not to feel so down if i don't get a contract.

i push myself up from my bed and run my hand through my bed hair. i gaze at myself in the mirror for a while. feeling satisfied with my daily dose of myself, i head into my bathroom to brush my teeth.

i'll just shower before going over to kehlani's she won't be expecting me. it's going to be nice because i like seeing her all flustered by me. i like hearing her moan my name much more.

when she called me mr. gilinsky at first, it kind of turned me on even more. what a sweet little thing.

i rinse my mouth and face after brushing my teeth and then find a white t-shirt to put on. i then stroll out of my bedroom and down the lights of stairs and into the kitchen.

i love my life.

hot assistant. large house. many cars. lots of cash. the only thing i really want is a bugatti, but beside that, be inside of kehlani. i know she's not a virgin. i could tell because last night she wasn't hesitant at all.

i just need to get to her before blake. if i do, she's all his afterwards.

kehlani's pov

after the longest and hottest shower in my entire life, i was deciphering whether not to quit gilinsky's holdings inc. and just work in a library. if i quit, i couldnot art seeing blake more, but i wouldn't be getting paid as much.

i begin brushing my hair out after getting dressed and there's a sudden knock on my door. who the hell? confused, i walk towards the front door and swing it open.

"reagan." i greet her, turning on my feet and letting her enter my apartment.

"did you get johnson the job?" she asks me, rolling me into my bedroom and watching me brush out my hair.

"i don't know." i shrug. "jack might still be thinking about it. he said he didn't want me getting distracted if he didn't hire him."

"that makes no sense." reagan snorts and i narrow my eyes at her.

"what'd you do? why are you laughing?"

"we could be personal assistant buddies." she smiles and i raise and eyebrow.

"what the hell about you talking about?" i ask.

"i applied to be the personal assistant of a man who goes by the name sam wilkinson." she tells me. "he's kind of cute."

"i've never heard of him." i shake my head.

"he owns a chain of clubs." she informs me. "maybe your boss knows him."

"maybe." i shrug.

ceos probably have a little community where they all talk to each other over million dollar meals on million dollar yachts with million dollar mistresses.

"is he old?" i question.

"i think he's like twenty two or twenty three." she shrugs.

i feel the sudden need to blurt out what happened last night with me and jack. reagan's my best friend. i can trust her, but i just don't want her to go all ape shit.

"where are you going?" she asks me. "why are you all dolled up?"

"no where. i'm just dressed for no reason." i reply.

"oh. that's lame." she purses her lips. "i'm so anxious to hear back from mr. wilkinson." she tells me.

"you're probably going to get the job. you're obedient."

she narrows her eyes at me and glares, "you make me sound like a dog."

"you are one, bitch." i smirk.

"the irony!" she flails her arms, making me laugh.

there is another knock on the door which makes my eyebrows twitch together. this definitely has to be johnson. who else would be here? i make my way towards the door and reagan follows behind me.

i open the door and listen to reagan talk to me at the same time. i'm so good at multitasking, wow. i open the door and much to my surprise, i see my boss standing in front of me, all clean and pristine.

"would you consider going on a date with me?" jack asks me and then his eyes flicker behind me, spotting reagan; nervousness floods over him like a tidal wave.

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