My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant

My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant...[Part 17]

I awoke, feeling a slight chill on my body. As I sat up, I realized that I was completely unclothed.

What the hell?

I looked around me and then remembered the events of the night before. I had had sex with Brandon after my first date with him.

I groaned and fell back against my pillows.

"I'm an idiot," I said aloud to myself. Then I looked around. Where was he?

I sat up again and peered over the edge of my bed. My dress lay on the ground in a wrinkled mess and my bra and panties lay beside it innocently. I furrowed my brows. Brandon's clothes were nowhere to be seen.

I frowned. He had left. I looked around for a note or something indicating why he was not here, but there was nothing. I checked my phone and there were no messages. Well, no messages from Brandon, at least.

There were, however, seventeen from Duke.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

I was late. Scratch that. I was super late. I jumped out of bed, gathering the sheets around my body and ran into the bathroom to take a sixty second shower. Then I jumped out of the shower, blow drying my hair and brushing my teeth at the same time. I ran into my room, my towel clutched around my body and pulled out a pair of dark wash blue jeans and a white tank top with a bow on it. I threw on a black linen blazer and pulled my hair into a haphazard bun at the nape of my neck. I applied concealer under my eyes and pulled on a pair of black heels and then sprinted out of my room.

"Hey! You're up--!" Denise began when she saw me.

"Can'ttalkI'msuperlate!!" I yelled, pouring some coffee into a cup, spilling some on the floor. Without another word, I flew out the door and got into my car. I sped to the studios, getting a ticket due to driving 60 in a 35 zone, and managed to get to the studios just 30 minutes late.

I clutched my side when I walked into the studio that Duke was in. I could feel sweat on my forehead as I breathed in and out, a sharp pain in my sides.

"You're late," I heard the all-too familiar voice of Duke say. I took another deep breath and stood up straight, glaring at him for pointing out the obvious. "Did you just run a mile?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and looking at me with a smirk.

"I'm going to punch you in the face if you keep talking," I hissed, wiping my forehead with a napkin. He smirked and his eyes glinted malovently.

"Patrice is pissed--" he informed me.

"I'm going to kill you," I said.

"She's not happy that you're late after she so kindly gave you a day off--" he kept going.

"I'm seriously going to blow your head off your shoulders," I said.

"And she probably won't give you that luxury again--" he continued.

"Bam. You're dead," I said.

"No, that would be you," I heard a sharp, high-pitched voice say. I flinched as I heard the pointed heels of Patrice getting closer. I really wanted to smack Duke and get that cocky smirk off his face.

"30 minutes late to work?!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes flashing in anger.

"I'm so sorry--" I started.

"I've never met anyone so irresponsible!" she cried.

"It won't happen again--" I tried to explain.

"I have every mind to fire you right now," she said.

"Please don't do that. You know you don't want to--" I begged. She glared at me. "I'm so, so sorry," I repeated. She stepped closer to me, bringing her mouth to my ear.