Personal Assistant

Chapter 2

Words can not begin to describe how awkward the elevator ride is. Neither one of us said a word, but there were occasional glances toward each other. Is this what tonight is going to be like... silence? I flinch at the thought. I think I actually flinched because he snaps his head towards me and scrunches his brows in confusion. And then he speaks up.

"Miss Reed, are you alright?" Crap. I immediately turn bright red.

"Um yes, I'm fine. I'm just cold.." That was the worst lie ever. Finally the doors to the elevator open. As I lead off the elevator, Justin puts his hand at the small of my back. I instantly get the chills at his touch. I guess he actually believed my lie about being cold because he lays he jacket over my shoulders. Once again, I blush. He leads me to his black Porsche and opens the door for me. "I apologize for not driving one of my more extravagant cars this evening, I didn't think I'd be going out tonight." What the hell? How many cars does he have and how is this not extravagant enough?! 

We drive for about 20 minutes before I finally ask him where we're going. 

"Justin... I'm mean Mr.Bieber-"

"Justin. You may call me Justin. Only outside of the office, though. I'd prefer to keep our relationship as professional as possible."

Shit. Well there goes my chances of getting in his bed... Why is he even taking me out for drinks if our relationship is strictly business? I accidently sigh out loud. Crap, I hope he didn't hear that. 

"Where are we going? We've passed several bars, clubs, and restaurants...?"

"I'm taking you to one of the finest bars in town. Alexandra, I am one of the world's richest men, I can't go to just any bar or club."  I roll my eyes at his remark. I hate cocky men like him. 

"Yes well I am not one of the world's richest women so how do you suppose I pay for myself."

"I don't. I offered to take you out, I insist on paying. I knew that if I took you somewhere else, you'd want to pay for yourself. I am a true gentleman, Alexandra."

"Alex."

"What?"

"I like to be called Alex."

"Like I said, Alexandra, I expect our relationship to stay professional, I don't like to use nicknames."

I loudly sigh. He used my full name again on purpose. The next 20 minutes remained silent. Once we finally pulled into the parking lot, he came around and opened my door before handing his keys to the valet. I roll my eyes again. He can't even park his own car? 

He places his hand on my back as we walk in the door. Before we actually get inside the building, someone shouts behind us, "Mr. Bieber who's your new girl?!" In a nanosecond, we were completely surrounded by several papparazi snapping pictures and yelling in my face. The closer they got, the harder it was to breathe. Justin pulled me closely to his side and pulled me through the door. I'm guessing this bar is pretty exclusive because they didn't allow those picture maniacs inside. Justin leaned into my ear and whispered, "Now you see why I couldn't just take you anywhere." I instantly shiver as his warm breath touched my ear. I didn't even focus on his words I just nod. As we walk over to the bartender, all eyes are on Justin and me. I look at all of them awkwardly. I'm sure they're wonder how a girl like me could be with a man like Justin. The bartender was a tall brunette with boobs larger than watermelons. Surely she knows she can all tell they are fake. I roll my eyes for the hundredth time tonight. Justin didn't even tell her what he wanted, she just instantly brought us two drinks. He nods at her and she winks and walks away. And once again... I roll my eyes. 

"I take it you come here often. She already knew what you wanted to drink."

"Indeed she did. And actually, I don't go out for personal endeavors often, but Ian usually comes here to pick up my liquor."