The End

Thud. I looked up to see my boss, Jack Severs, standing in front of my desk, a stack of folders and papers piled in front of me. I stared at the leaning pile of hell.

"What is that?" I asked, glaring up at my boss.

"You're working this weekend," he grinned, then turned and headed for his large corner office. I growled to myself, and stormed after him.

"Uh, no I'm not. I have plans," I said bluntly. I didn't actually have plans; I just wanted a weekend to myself.

"Not anymore, you don't. I need you to help me with this new case." Jack sat behind his desk and began typing on his computer. I sank into a chair.

"But I've worked the last three weekends. Can't I have one weekend to myself?" I pleaded, hoping that I wouldn't sound too whiny.

He didn't even look up at me. "Nope." I sighed and left his office, muttering and complaining to myself.

"Looks like I'll be here again tomorrow," I thought, looking around at the already empty office. I sighed again. I walked to the large window across the hall from my desk and stared at the gorgeous view of New York City and Central Park 52 stories below me. I could hear the faint sound of traffic below me, and I smiled as I watched the sun slowly fade behind the skyscrapers. Walking back to my desk, I finished the report that I was working on.

"I just sent you next month's budget report," I called over to Jack, whose office was right in front of my desk. Our setup allowed him to motion to me or call me into his office without making too much of a disturbance in the office. He looked up through the glass walls and smirked at me. He did that a lot.

"Thanks. You can go home now," he said, looking at his black titanium Rolex watch. "I'll see you at 8 tomorrow morning." He smirked again, and I stuck my tongue out at him. I had been his administrative assistant for almost a year, and we had developed a friendly banter that consisted of a mixture of light teasing, flirting, and banter. It didn't help that his curly brown hair perfectly matched his dark brown eyes and light skin, still tanned from his week-long vacation in the Hamptons four months ago. He was so good-looking. Sometimes I couldn't even focus on work because his gorgeous brown eyes distracted me so much.

The dynamic between the two of us was kind of strange. It started out like a normal boss-assistant relationship, but things changed six months ago when he asked me to bring some reports to his apartment late one Friday evening. He had offered me a drink when I came in, and our small talk had turned into five hours of the best conversation I had ever had. We had played a drinking game which got us both blackout drunk, and we both ended up falling asleep on his living room floor.

The next morning, I had left before he was even awake. I remember wondering all weekend about what would happen at work. I had gone in to the office on Monday worried about what Jack would think of me. The first thing that Jack had said that morning was, "Wow, you can really hold your liquor." I had laughed and blushed, then sat at my desk. From then on, Jack would tease me, and I'd shoot back with comebacks I didn't even know I had.

Snapping back to the present, I grabbed my red pea coat and black purse and headed for the elevator. Soft Christmas jazz was playing when the door opened. I had already pressed the button for the downstairs lobby when I heard a crash and a curse word.

"Hey, Katie! Hold the elevator," he called. I held my arm out to keep the elevator doors from closing, and watched as Jack scrambled to pick up the contents of his briefcase. Cussing under his breath, he ran into the elevator.

"Thanks," he panted, running his large hands through his hair. It stood up, and I busted up laughing.

"You look ridiculous," I gasped, barely able to stand up straight. He ran his hand through it again, making it stand up even more, and made a face that quite possibly could have been the funniest thing I've ever seen.