The Assistant

Chapter Five -

Chapter Five -

What am I doing. I thought to myself as I placed the plate full of food in front of Adrian before walking over and taking a seat opposite him on the dining table. We ate in silence, and I internally groaned as I shoved another mouthful of eggs and chomped it down in an inhumanly manner.

I did not handle awkward situations well. I was the awkward situation. Was I meant to speak, or leave him be? Adrian didn't say a word after I had re-entered his house, apart from leading me to the kitchen and telling me not to add any olives because he hated them. We were on the same boat for that.

His tantrum instantly stopped after that, and I was met with a silence I was not comfortable with; neither could I work out the solution to break it. Was I supposed to start up a conversation? If so, about what? What if conversing ticked him off again?

"Can you shut the fuck up." Adrian snapped, finally meeting my eyes.

"What? I haven't said anything this entire time!" I exclaimed, putting my fork down in shock.

"You don't have too. Your facial expression says it all. I'm surprised I'm not eating brain matter right now because your head looks like it's about to explode." He muttered while ripping a piece of bread and shoving it into his mouth.

The thought of my own brain matter being mixed with the food in front of me nauseated me, and I cleared my throat and pushed the plate further away from me to signal that I was done eating. "Sorry." I mumbled, gulping down my whole glass of water before getting up and taking my plate to the kitchen.

"You barely ate, Emily." Adrian said in a stern tone, and I turned back around to find him frowning at me.

"I've eaten enough." I glared, before turning back to the sink and pulling at the tap handle as water came rushing down and spread onto the plate. I heard Adrian's chair scrape against the marble floor violently, before I felt his solid torso being pressed up against my back tightly. My breath hitched in my throat as he put his plate of food in the sink before snaking both arms around my waist in a backwards hug. "Why are you so damn difficult with me, shortcake? You're never like this with Allen, or when we're at work." He murmured into my ear, and I could practically feel the smirk that was implanted on his plump lips as his chin rested on my left shoulder.

"Define difficult."

"We always end up bickering because of your opinions of me and you're always denying the fact that you want me as much as I want you." He murmued, his lips slightly nuzzling the skin of my neck.

"I'm only difficult to those who are difficult to me first." I replied in an even tone, trying to mask the fact that he had an effect on me. "You're my boss at work, so I have no choice there, and Allen is nice to me, so I'm nice back. It's not rocket science."

"No I know that. Rocket science refers to aerospace engineering and focusing on how a rocket functions. Unfortunately, your mind doesn't have a text book I can read to figure it out like rocket science does - hence why I'm asking the source of what has clouded my mind ever since the day we met. But I can see that I get through to you sometimes. I just have to get close."

I finished washing the plates then turned off the tap before rolling my eyes and turning to face him in an awkward pose that reassured my conscience that my face wasn't too close to his. "And violate my personal space? Yep, that's the way to go if you're planning on winning a girl's heart!" I exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, earning a smirk from Adrian.

"I never said I was going to win your heart over. I just want to have sex with you." He shrugged, and my facial features quickly transformed to a venomous scowl. "Not happening." I snapped, placing my wet hands flat on his broad chest before pushing him away. They left two imprints that looked tiny on his white shirt, but made it almost transparent enough for me to make out his tanned skin underneath.

"Why not? I know you want too." He pointed out, earning another eye roll from me. "Plus," He added, a smirk re-forming on his lips, "I'm pretty damn excellent at it, so you won't regret your decision."

"I don't care how good or bad you are in bed, Adrian. I'm not that type of girl." I declared angrily, the finality of my decision lacing through my tone.

He sighed. "Fine. I'll just have to win your heart over the old fashioned way before entering your prized jewel." The infamous smirk reappeared as I gasped in mortification before my features scrunched into a look of disgust. "Adrian!" I exclaimed as my cheeks instantly flamed. "Don't ever say that again." I shuddered as his words replayed in my mind, and looked down at my shoes at I felt my blush deepen.

"What? Refer to your lady part as a prized jewel? Why not shortcake? It clearly is, since you're not letting me go near it."

"Oh my god. Will you stop talking about... that so casually? And stop calling me shortcake!" I frowned, making Adrian chuckle.

"You're something different, aren't you?" He asked, an amused glint in his eyes.

I was about to reply but was cut off by a short knock on the door. "Mr Kingston, I have found the keys you were talking about in the car." A man's voice came out muffled on the other side of the door, and my head instantly whipped in the direction of the door. "Is he talking about my keys?" I asked, hopeful.

"Well, unless there was someone else using my car that also happened to lose their keys, I'd say yes, they are in fact, your keys shortcake." He walked past me and smirked as he went to open the door, and I glared at his back as he opened the door and took the keys off the driver. "Thank you." He stated in a simple tone, before shutting the door.

I squeaked in excitement and snatched the keys out of Adrian's hands. "Yay! I can finally go home and get out of his horridly uncomfortable dress and call my parents and do some work and read a book in peace." I grinned, sighing as I mentally envisioned the plain four walls of my bed room and my oh-so-comfy sofa in the petite little apartment I worked my butt off trying to buy.

Adrian raised an eyebrow at my excited persona and smirked, but didn't say anything as he walked over to the living room and grabbed a black leather jacket that was thrown carelessly on the sofa before grabbing a set of keys and placing his hand on my lower back. "Come on shortcake, let's get you home."

***

"Dad, everything is fine- No, I didn't call because I was busy; not because I've forgotten you guys. Yes, I'll visit when Blake goes down to see you two. Tell Mom not to worry about this stuff - it's just a new job, once I get the hang of it, our regular calling schedule will be back. Okay, I love you both. Bye." I hung up the phone and rolled my eyes at an amused looking Amy, who let out a small laugh once I huffed. "They honestly need to calm down a little."

"Hey, at least your parents care about you. The last time I wasn't the first to call them was on graduation day at college! And that was only because they called to ask what time it started!" We both burst into a fit of laughter before Amy cleared her throat. "How's little ol' Blakey doing anyway?" Amy asked curiously, plopping onto the couch beside me after she had inserted the DVD for 'Warm Bodies' into the DVD player.

I shrugged. "He's okay. As successful as any lawyer would be, I suppose. The last I heard from him was when he asked me for a photo of me. Remember when I told you about that? It was like two weeks ago."

Amy nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Anyway, let's get back to Mr Sexy pants!" She grinned before squealing excitedly. "So he actually just casually stated that he wanted to fu-"

"I swear to god if you continue that word Amy Hale, I will personally drag you out of my apartment and take you across the hall so you can sit with Mr Flecture and his wrinkly nakedness." I warned, before we both shuddered at the mental image of the old, hairy man across the hall from me.

"Do you? God, he's such an arrogant jerk to you. I love it!" She shivered with an excited expression, and I gave her a look of disbelief. "What?" She shrugged innocently, "You're living my dream. Let me have my moment. Anyway, I just want to know what that little tantrum episode was about. I mean obviously it was about you leaving, but I didn't know he'd be... angry. It's kind of a turn on, isn't it?" She grinned as a glazy look transformed the usual playful glint in her eyes and I threw a pillow at her face.

"Amy! A 25 year old throwing a tantrum is not a turn-on." I frowned. "It was pretty weird though... I mean, his maid said that it's only happened once in his life before... and Suzie told me he deals with not getting his way by sleeping with an endless amount of girls until he feels like he's satisfied. He is honestly the weirdest person I've ever come across." I muttered, frowning in thought.

"Come on, he's nothing compared to sticky Stanley." We both shared another mutual shudder as the memory of our freshman college days resurfaced in our minds, and the mental image of a tall, lanky boy with slightly crooked teeth and grey eyes sat next to Amy, touching her notebook in her class and making it sticky enough to hang on a wall. He did the same thing to a pen I let him borrow. And my arm. I remember taking four showers that day, to try and rub off the sticky fingerprints he left on my arm.

"Okay, maybe not the weirdest. But he's definitely something else..." I trailed off.

"Sexy. That's what else." Amy giggled as I grabbed the same pillow I used to attack her previously, and threw it at her face again.

"You're impossible when it comes to discussing men." I declared as the doorbell rang.

"That's why I'm the best person to talk to when it comes to them!" She grinned. I shook my head at her logic and opened the door to greet Molly and Claire, but they beat me to it. "We come baring cookies and cream ice cream!" Molly announced, grinning.

"And lollies! You can't have a girl's night without lollies!" Claire added, trailing behind Molly as they entered the apartment.

"Hello to you too." I muttered, giving them a sly smile as they looked back and gave me sheepish looks. "Hi." They muttered in unison, making both Amy and I laugh.

There was a short moment of silence before everyone's eyes grew wide and I was the first to place my thumb on my nose. "NOT IT!" I screamed loudly.

"NOT IT!" Molly and Claire repeated shortly after me.

"Aw man! It's always me." Amy whined, making us all laugh. Amy, Molly, Claire and I have had a tradition of an individual in the group being the 'maid' for the day ever since we first became close. Amy was usually always the slowest to respond to our method of choosing the maid - but it was the quickest and fairest way to do it.

"What would you all like me to make for dinner today?" She asked in an overly phony enthusiastic voice, glaring at us all once we laughed at her again.

"Emily. Your call today." Molly declared, and they all turned to face me.

"Um," I bit my bottom lip and frowned in thought as I mentally scanned the ingredients I had in my refrigerator. "We'll just make pasta and hot chips today. I don't feel like torturing Amy just yet. Go get the plates and chips Ms Hale. Chop, chop!" I snapped my fingers and pointed to the kitchen doorway just as Amy lazily pushed herself off the sofa and grumbled nothing in particular as she shoved passed us, making us all laugh again.

"I want wine as well please, Ms Hale!" Claire called out, giggling.

"And a chocolate bar for me!" Molly added, smirking slightly.

"And while you're in there, I wouldn't mind a big cup of cold water. On the rocks." I added quickly, thinking of a new way to complicate me order.

"Fuck you all!" Amy called out, making us burst out into fits of hyena laughs, Amy joining in from the kitchen. Adrian Kingston was temporarily forgotten at that moment.

***

The girls had left just after 10:30PM, after Amy took her time cleaning the living room and throwing smug looks in my direction. She knew I had an OCD when it came to cleaning my apartment, and it wasn't long before I broke and told her I'd do it myself. She had laughed and told me she'd text me when she got home, and I smiled, happy to know that she knew me well enough.

By the time I was done cleaning the apartment to my standards, it was 11:30PM, and I stripped down to my underwear and a tank top before falling onto the bed with a tired sigh. It was a long day, and all I wanted to do was let sleep engulf me in its endless black nothing.

My phone, on the other hand, had a completely different plan.

It vibrated on the table beside my pillow, and groaned before I slowly dragged it off the table and unlocked it, finding a text message from Adrian: Can I get a picture tonight? ;)

I rolled my eyes and sent a quick no before putting the phone down on my stomach, not bothering to lock it. Adrian replied instantly: Why not? It's nothing I haven't seen before.

I could practically feel him smirking through the phone as I blushed and typed my reply: That was a fluke. Goodnight.

I didn't even get to put my phone back down when my phone buzzed again. A fluke that's going to happen again. You'll see. Be in the office at 7:30AM tomorrow. Don't be late.

I was about to reply telling him I wasn't going to fall for that trick again when another message came through: I'm being serious this time. I need to get dressed at the office and then we need to get started on the new billboard advertisement for the hotel. Make sure my coffee is ready as well. Try not to dream about me too much, Goodnight ;)

I glared at the glowing screen of my phone before locking it and moaning in frustration before getting under the covers and closing my eyes to get some sleep.

***

"You're early today." Allen stated with an amused grin as I walked into the small, and surprisingly packed coffee shop grumpily.

"You've got a full house today." I responded, leaning on the counter as I checked the time on my phone. 7:15AM.

"It's always this crowded at this time. Rush hour. The usuals, I presume?" He asked, and I nodded slightly, mumbling a tired 'thank you' before he went away, chuckling.

"Hey Emily!" Lisa said in a chirpy tone as she handed two orders over to two men in business attire. They gave her the money and exited the shop as I lazily raised an arm in response. She laughed and walked over to me, getting a napkin for another customer. "Not a morning person, huh?" She asked with a cheeky grin.

I shook my head and she giggled before taking another customers order. "I'm guessing today's morning call is real this time, because you're getting the coffee before the usual time." Allen stated, a slight smirk forming on his boyish features.

"Yes, it is. I can already tell it's going to be a long week." I stated, just as he handed over the usual orders.

"I wish you the best of luck. Hey, maybe when the week is over, we can go out to dinner and celebrate? Say... Friday night?" Allen asked, a hopeful look in his eye as I handed him the money for our orders.

"Sure. I'll see. Thanks for the coffee. See you Lisa!" I called out, before lazily strolling out of the shop. I was going to be late, but I was too tired to care.

Once I arrived to the office, Adrian was pacing in his room back and forth, looking pissed off. I noticed he was wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday when he dropped me off, and bit my lip curiously. "You're late." He snapped once he noticed my figure standing in the doorway. I sighed and walked over to his pacing figure, handing him his clothes and shoes before putting his coffee on his desk. "Only by a minute, Mr Kingston, and that was because I had to collect your clothing from my office." I explained, stifling a yawn before taking a sip of my latté.

"Are you sure it wasn't because you were too busy throwing yourself at Allen?" He scowled as he yanked his shirt off his body and threw it on the floor. Under normal circumstances, I would've blushed and looked down at my ballet flats to avoid staring at his muscular body - but he was currently accusing me of something. "What?" I asked, frowning slightly. "'Throwing myself at Allen'? Where the hell did you get an idea like that?" I exclaimed, putting my latté down next to his.

"From the queen." She snapped sarcastically, pushing his pants down roughly. I gasped and turned away from his almost naked figure, blushing furiously. "From Allen, who else?! You're going on a date with him this Friday! I didn't know you were that eager to get into his pants." He snarled.

"What the hell are you going on about, Adrian?! I'm not going on a date with Allen! He asked me to dinner, as a friend! And I haven't even said yes yet! I said I'd see - not that my personal life is any of your business, anyway." I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly - even though he could only see my back.

"Well he doesn't seem to think that!" He snapped. I almost turned around to glare at him - then I remembered he was changing his clothes. "And your personal life is in fact, my business. I can't have my assistant sleeping around with whoever she meets. It's unprofessional."

"Oh. But it's okay for you to do that? Where were you yesterday anyway for you to come into work in the same clothing?" I blurted, before I could stop myself.

"Not that it's any of your business," He snapped, and I heard the slight clink of a belt before he continued, "I was at Adrianna's house."

"A booty call. That's good for you. although, it's still not an excuse to come into the office wearing what you were and-"

"And it's my office. I'm the boss around here. I do what I want. That also means I control what you do. You're not going to that dinner with Allen on Friday because you have to stay back in the office and set up my planner."

"I can do that on the weekend! You know, when it's supposed to be done?" I pointed out, getting angrier by every syllable that came out of Adrian Kingston's mouth.

"Well, not anymore. Every second Friday, you and I will stay back in my office and we will organise the planner together. That's final." His voice was closer to me now, and I turned around just as he stopped directly in front of me. "If you so much as squeak in disagreement with the new rule, you're fired. Understood?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared down at my short figure.

I pressed my lips into a straight line before pursing them and glaring up at him. "I understand, Mr Kingston." I said as evenly as I could, trying to mask my fury.

He smirked. "Good. Now tie my tie so we can go set up the meeting room for the billboard ad." He said, before bending down by his knees until his face was levelled with mine, and the satisfied smirk never left his lips as my hand reached out and tied the tie around his neck; pulling it a bit tighter than what was suitable to show my anger. He just chuckled and pecked my nose before grabbing his coffee and the files he had placed on his desk before walking out of his office, expecting me to follow.

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