I glared at his office door as I paced the area. I wanted to throw my new shoes at it, but it wouldn't do much good so I decided that I wouldn't.
Andres said that he didn't know about Mr. Northman's plans which annoyed me even more. The hell does he need me to pose as his girlfriend for? Why doesn't he just get back with Ms. Sky and save all this trouble? I don't have a boyfriend—I don't need one, so why am I gonna pose as his girlfriend? Why not ask the masseuse to do it for him? I'm pretty sure she'll oblige.
The doorbell chimed which made me stop pacing about. I looked at the door and wondered who it could be.
I walked towards it and tried my best to reach the peephole. Dagnabbit! Why is it so high? What, he didn't like the idea of lowering his head?
I ran back to my room and grabbed the louboutins before running back to the door.
Much better—I thought as I looked outside.
Speak of the devil—it's her. "What the hell is she doing here?" I asked softly.
The masseuse faced the door and pressed the doorbell again. It's obvious that she doesn't like waiting outside.
"Mr. Northman's not here" I said out loud.
"Where is he?" she asked.
Why don't you just leave with the words 'he's not here'?
"That's classified" I answered.
She laughed sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. You with your overrated long legs—I hate you already!
"Why don't you just tell me where he is or let me in so I can wait 'til he gets home?" she asked sweetly though I can see that she's trying to glare her way through the door.
Like I would do that. "Why don't you just leave a message for him? I'm sure he'll get back at you as soon as possible."
"You're his new assistant, right?"
"Yes, who wants to know?"
"Why don't you just open the door?"
"Why don't you just leave?" I asked back and I didn't lower the level of sass in my voice.
"You don't know who I am, don't you?"
"Yes, I don't know you and that's why I won't let you in."
"You're just an assistant, why don't you assist?"
Oh this bitch is going nowhere with me.
"I'm his assistant, not yours. Why don't you assist yourself out of the premises? I'm the one in charge here when he's not around so it's better if you leave now before I call security."
Now I wonder if he has some special kind of guards around here in case this nutjob decides to bomb the house down.
She groaned and was about to say something when I saw Andres walk towards the house. I bet she heard his footsteps which made her smile rudely at the door—by door of course that's me—and then turned around to face Andres.
"Can I help you?" I heard Andres ask her.
He's no longer wearing his coat and tie so it's just his untucked dress shirt with a few buttons undone. Just almost-casual-yet-sexy Andres at your service.
"Yes" she answered.
From their distance from the door, I could see her wearing a black dress that's two sizes too small. I wanted to give her a carpet to cover her thighs and legs with but decided that I shouldn't waste a good carpet on her.
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Living With Him
Romance"I'd rather die with the secret than share it" I answered and noticed how his face lightened. It must've been because of the change of my tone. "I wouldn't consider working for someone who I don't think I could be loyal to." "Good" he sat up and did...
