Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Two: First Day

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

I woke up to the persistent beeping of my alarm clock. I groaned and slammed my hand down onto it, effectively shutting it up.

I sat up and yawned, scratching my head. I huffed when I felt the tangles in my hair that had been made overnight. One of the few disadvantages of being Dominican, is having tight, curly hair.

I got out of bed and stretched while making my way to the bathroom. I showered, washed my hair (spending half an hour untangling it), stepped out and walked over to my closet in my towel.

I picked out a black, high-waisted pencil skirt and a white blouse. After I was dressed, I sat in front of my mirror and applied concealer, mascara, and red lipstick. When I was finished with my make up, I styled my hair up with a clip and let some curls loose to frame my face.

I smiled at my reflection, liking the way I looked. I quickly slipped on my black heels, grabbed my purse and headed out to work.

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I'm not even going to lie. I'm extremely nervous. I walked through the doors and was met with Jonny.

"Hey, babe. Lookin' good." I blushed and he chuckled. "Right this way. Veronica!" He called out and a tall, dark haired woman walked in.

Wow. She is fine.

Yeah, I'm bisexual, but that's not important.

"Yes, Jonny?" She asked, smiling.

"Come show Ms. Flores around. I'm busy at the moment. She's Marcel's new assistant." He said with is naturally gruff voice.

She nodded and came next to me. "Hi, hun. Come with me." She rested her hand on my lower back, a bit lower than one would think was appropriate, but I'm not complaining.

She guided me through the building, naming what each room was.

"This is the lounge, most people come here to relax during their breaks. This is the copying room. This is the room where we fax papers. This is /my/ office." Veronica said, before whispering, "You can stop by and visit me anytime you like." She smirked and I bit my lip, nodding. "And last, but certainly not least, Marcel's office."

I looked through the window and saw a man, hunched over his desk and furiously writing on some papers at his desk. I bit the corner of my mouth, a nervous tick of which you all probably have noticed by now, and turned to Veronica.

"Thank you for showing me around." I said with a small smile. She nodded and winked, continuing down the hall.

I looked back at the door, took a deep breath and knocked lightly.

"Come in!" A deep voice called from inside.

I opened the door and carefully walked in. "Um...hello. I'm Alicia Flores, your new assistant." I hope I don't sound as nervous as I actually am.

The man, or Marcel, looked up at me, surprised. He gorgeous green eyes that were framed by a pair of huge glasses. His dark brown hair, slicked back. Not a loose strand in sight.

"O-oh! Hello! You're e-early." He stuttered, rushing to get out of his seat. "I do sincerely apologize! I was expecting you tomorrow."

He was tall. Somewhere around 6'3", I guess. I'm 5'3". Yeah, I know right. He was lanky, but not in an unattractive way. He was wearing brown slacks, a beige dress shirt, a lighter beige sweater vest, brown tie and brown shoes. Very brown.

I looked up at him and smiled. He held out a trembling hand and I shook it kindly.

-Marcel's P.O.V.-

Wow...she's beautiful. From the top of her dark brown, curly haired head, to those deliciously tall heels on her feet. She was curvy in all the right places and had the most stunning smile.

"I-I'm Marcel Styles. P-please! Take a seat." I guided her over to the chair in front of my desk and she sat down, gracefully crossing her legs. I swallowed head and took a seat.

"I-I don't have anything for you to do today. You can have a 'free day' i-if you'd like?" Girls like her make me nervous. I was a wreck when I'd met Veronica.

"Oh, that's fine." She said, smiling that beautiful smile. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me? Seeing as we have time."

"Okay, um...w-where are you from?" She has an accent. I can't put finger on it. She doesn't have an English accent like the rest of us.

"I'm from New York. I moved here a while back after I graduated high school. I really wish I could pick up the accent but it doesn't seem like its happening anytime soon." She giggled.

"R-really? That's nice! I was born ans raised in Cheshire. Now, I'm here. Working as a marketing guy."

"And I'm your very own assistant. Oh! My family is originally from San Cristobal, Dominican Republic." She said. Her accent gave me the shivers.

"Spanish...very nice..." I said, more to myself, really. "I-I don't want to bore you, so you can go out and explore."

She smiled and stood. "Alright, thank you, Mr. Styles." She shook my hand once more, turned and walked out.

That ass...

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

I left Mr. Styles' room and walked around. I noticed that only men worked here, besides Veronica and I, of course. They're all nice though. I stopped buy a door that caught my attention earlier.

'Berk' the plate on the door said. That's familiar...

I knocked and was asked to come in. He was turned around but he had broad shoulders and glasses. I lightly cleared my throat so he could acknowledge my presence and the man I saw, caused me to gasp.

(A/N: Is this any good at all?)