Rule 36

Chapter 1

"They call her Summer because they only miss her when she's gone."

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The screeching sound of my alarm clock and the light streaming through my windows woke me up on Tuesday. I lay there for another two minutes before slowly making my way out of bed.

I shivered in my night shirt before shutting the door to my bathroom. The floorboards beneath my feet creaked as I turned on the shower and undressed. When the room started to steam up, I jumped in and relished in the warmth.

After washing everything I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. I wrapped around my body while walking to my bedroom. I quickly changed into matching underwear and bra then made my way to the closet.

Pulling on a navy blue blouse and black pencil skirt I raced to the kitchen to grab some toast. I grab my keys, purse, and black pumps. I check my phone while in the elevator to see I'm running five minutes behind. "Great." I mutter under my breath. The bell on the elevator rings right as I finish putting on my pumps. I race to my car and slide in.

On my way to work I hit all the green lights-Thank God. I was about to park my car when an asshole cuts me off. I honk and mutter some curses under my breath before going through the parking lot again.

After parking I finally make it inside to see I'm only two minutes late. "Hello," says the elderly secretary. "My name's Joanne, you must be the new PA?" She asks in a sweet voice.

"Yes. Am I too late?" I ask worriedly.

"Oh no." she says laughing. "Mr. Porter isn't even here yet.

I sigh in relief. "Thank you."

Smiling I turn to sit down when she says, "Speak of the devil. Good morning Mr. Porter."

He grunts before replying. "Yes. Hello Mrs. Payne. Is my new PA arrived yet?"

I cough awkwardly, hoping to catch his attention. My attempt comes to no avail.

Joanne rolls her eyes before saying, "Right behind you, Mr. Porter."

In less then five seconds I come face-to-face with the most stunning man in I've ever seen. His cerulean eyes bore into me. He looks down his perfect nose to my 5'6" stature. I knew I couldn't be classified as tall, but this man was huge. At least 6'3"!

You could see his muscles through his suit. And-my dreaming was cut short when Mr. Porter coughed, "Are you done Ms...?"

I blushed bright red. "Jefferson." I squeak. "Summer Jefferson. Sorry"

"Follow me." He says before turning in his heel and walking away. I think I heard Joanne say something about good luck, but I was too far away.

When we get to his office he immediately sits in his chair and stares at me. I stand awkwardly until he asks, "Are you going to stand there forever, or are you going to take a seat?"

Quickly, I sit in one of his leather seats. I don't have a chance to review my surroundings before he starts asking me questions.

"So, Ms. Jefferson, where did you go to college?"

"UCDavis." I state nervously.

"Good." He mutters before asking more, "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five." I sit for a few seconds before asking. "Isn't this all on my resume, sir?"

He shifts in his seat before replying. "Yes, but I want to double-check. Now, what are your fears?"

Millions of memories race through my head before I reply. "What does that have to do with this job?"

"I want to make sure there's nothing to get in the way." He states matter-of-factly.

"None of my fears have anything to do with this job.. trust me." I smile.

"Good." He look me in the eyes before saying, "Go get me a coffee. Two sugars and no creamer."

I smile. What an ass.

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