My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant

My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant...[Part 20]

I felt icky.

Like, really sick.

Like I did something bad.

Which I did.

I kissed Duke, the celebrity I was assisting. It was like kissing my boss, which is essentially what I did.

And that was sick. And not in a good way.

God, I made the biggest mistake of my entire life.

But it felt so damn right.

It was so wrong, but so perfect. The perfect mistake. That's what it was.

So blissfully amazing and yet so professionally wrong.

Problem was, I shouldn't have been thinking that. I also shouldn't have been thinking about it at all. After all, it was a mistake, wasn't it? So why couldn't I get the feel of his lips on mine out of my mind? And why did I blush when I thought of how close our bodies had gotten? And why did my heart skip when I remembered the warmth of our skin flaring up under our shirts?

This was wrong. This was extremely and utterly wrong.

I had a boyfriend, for crying out loud. Given, this boyfriend was really only good for having sex with. We didn't really have substantial, memorable conversations. However, I bet I could recall almost every single one of my conversations with Duke, even though the majority of them were quite meaningless.

This was extremely frustrating. And what made it worse was that I couldn't even talk to him about it. We both had grown very awkward around each other. The past week, we tried our best to avoid each other. I always busied myself doing tasks for Duke that required me to stay away from him. He seemed to be trying his best to not call for me things he needed done. We kept our gazes lowered and our mouths shut. So I had no idea how he was feeling about all of this.

Did he like it? What did he think? Did he think it was all a mistake like I did? Or did he think it meant something more? I had so many questions, but I wasn't willing to ask them at all. I was just so damn confused. Crazy hormones...

"Hey," I heard. I blinked, coming out of my reverie of thoughts. I looked up to see Denise standing with her hands on her hips.

"Hey yourself," I replied, sitting up.

"You're home early," she pointed out.

"They let me go home because they didn't have anything for me to do," I answered.

"By 'they' you mean Duke, right?" she asked. I flinched at the sound of his name. She noted this and raised an eyebrow. "You've actually been home early every day this week," she brought up, sitting next to me. I looked down at my hands to avoid her gaze. "Is something wrong?" she asked finally.

"No! Nothing! Nothing at all! Why would anything be wrong?" I replied, my voice getting a bit high pitched. I began twirling a strand of my hair with my fingers, a nervous habit I could never get rid of.

"I've known you for like 17 years now. I can tell when you're lying," she said.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not lying," I said, twirling my hair faster. She grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at her.

"What happened? You didn't get fired, did you?" she asked. I shook my head. "Then what?" she urged.

"IkissedDuke!" I blurted out. As soon as the words came out, I buried my face in my hands, rocking back and forth. The truth was out now and I was going to have to start dealing with it.

"You did what?!" she shouted.

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed, glaring at her.

"I can't believe you kissed him," she said, her voice low.