Personal Assistant

Chapter 3

Our lips were constantly connected as we carefully and swiftly made our way up the stairs to my apartment. Justin had one arm wrapped around my waist and the other on the wall as he led us up the stairs. His hand slowly made its way down to my ass and gave it a slight squeeze. I gasped and Justin took the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue. Without disconnecting our lips, I rummaged through my purse for my keys. We finally get into my apartment and we make our way into the bedroom. He rips open my shirt, unsnapping each button. My hands lowered to his belt as I quickly pulled the belt from around his waist. We continued to pull garments of clothing from each other's bodies until we were both left fully exposed. We stared into each others each for a few seconds until he crashed his lips onto mine once again. We fell onto the bed and his mouth traveled from my mouth... to my jaw... to my neck... to my chest... to my breasts. He placed a soft kiss above each of my breasts and looked up at me. I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating a million mph. He smirked at me and I blushed. "You ready?" I instantly got the chills at his question. Was I ready? Ready to give up my last sliver of innocence to a man I barely know... and to my boss no less!? Hell yes. Justin was the man I've been waiting all my life for. "Justin...I...I" I couldn't even think of the words to say. "Just fuck me already." He chuckled and began to...

*beep beep beep beep beep*

There's that damn alarm again. Damn that alarm. But even more... damn that dream. Did I just have a sex dream of my boss? Shit. Even unconscious, He was manipulating my inner thoughts. I closed my eyes for a minute more in hopes of returning to my peaceful bliss of a dream. What the hell am I saying...? Justin is my boss. No, Mr. Bieber is my boss. I need to get my head out of my ass and keep my priorities straight. I grabbed my phone of my nightstand and checked my email. Crap. 1 New Message  

To: Alexandra Reed
From: Justin Bieber  

No I am not your father, Miss Reed. However I am your boss and I have the power to fire you. I think you should watch that smart mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble. Get some sleep. I have a very busy day planned for us tomorrow. See you at 7:00 sharp, Alexandra. NO LATER.   

Justin Bieber
CEO, Bieber Publishing and Corporations  

I rolled my eyes. Fire me? He couldn't be serious. I looked at the time. 6:00 I still had time for a shower. I rolled out of bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I could hear Lauren in the other room on the phone with God knows who. As a stripped my clothes off, I couldn't help but imagine Justin standing infront of my, gliding my shirt off and placing kisses down my arms as he did so. Stop Alex. Don't let him get inside your head. I stepped into the shower and once again, thoughts of Jusitn crept into my head. I could feel him hard behind me as his hands massaged every inch of me. Rubbing his hands up....and down...back up.... and back down... "Mhmm..." I accidentally let out a moan and then I heard a knock at the door. "Alex... what are you doing in there..?" I was quickly snapped out of my dirty thoughts.
"I..um...I'm taking a shower." There was a pause on the other side of the door.
"Okay.. well I have to run a few errands out of town today. I won't be back until late tonight. Okay?"
"Alright, bye Lauren." She left and I heard the front door close. My best friend just caught my practically masturbating in the shower. I need to be more careful if I'm going to let my mind get the best of me. I got out of the shower and walked to the closet. I slipped into a straight form fitting black dress and slid on my black, red bottom heels. After my incident in the shower, I don't have much time left. I quickly dried my hair and applied my makeup. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and hurried to brush my teeth so I wouldn't be late. As soon as the toothbrush was in my mouth, my phone rang. I kept the toothbrush in my mouth and answered with a muffled "Hewwo?"
"Alexandra?"
"Oh hew Justin. Sowwy, I'm kind of buhsy. Howld on a sec?" I sounded like a kindergartner as I struggled to talk with a freaking toothbrush in my mouth! I quickly rinsed my mouth and picked the phone back up. "Sorry Justin... I was right in the middle of something..."
"It's quite alright, Miss Reed. I was just calling to let you know that I'm standing outside your apartment and I'd like it if you'd come out now..." I let time slip away from me and I guess I didn't realize it was already seven. I hung up and ran to the door. I grabbed my purse off the hook and swung open the door. There he was. Standing there perfectly handsome, sexy, and perfect right at my doorstep. I smiled slightly at him and he politely did the same. Why was I so eager to get into his pants in my dreams, but in real life, I couldn't even talk to the man... As we descended down the staircase, we didn't say a word to each other. He opened the door for me and I slid inside. As he walked around the car, I couldn't help but try to catch a glimpse of his ass. I leaned just a bit too far, catching his attention. Shit. My eyes went wide as I quickly sat up straight again. He got into the car and started the engine, still not saying a word. I probably made it worse by checking him out as he walked around the car! You idiot, Alex...
"What were you doing?" I snapped my head quickly as his question startled me. "I...I... I thought I saw a ladybug on the windshield." He nodded and I looked away embarrassed. I know he was holding back a chuckle, which was strange for him since I never really see him laugh. The drive to the office seemed to last ages when in reality in was only a matter of minutes before we pulled into the parking lot. My eyes went wide when I saw many construction workers on top of the building replacing the "Westside Publishing" sign with an even bigger sign that read, "Bieber Publishing and Corporations"
"It's a little soon to already have started the remodeling don't you think?" He shook his head.
"I don't believe so. This company is mine now, I'd like everyone to know it." I rolled my eyes. I've never seen someone so eager to take over someone else's company. On the way to the elevator, I saw no one else in the building. It was barely 7:30, so the building wasn't even suppose to be open for another hour. Even Alice at the front desk wasn't here yet. Justin was waiting for me, holding the elevator doors open. I didn't mean to get lost in my thoughts. The floor numbers ticked by so slowly 1...2...3...
"I take it you had a pleasant evening after I dropped you off last night?"
"Not really, I couldn't really sleep."
"Insomnia?"
"Not usually, just a lot on my mind lately." He nodded and looked straight ahead once again. That was the most normal conversation we had so far today, and it still reminded me of my sex dream. I did practically just tell him that I've had a lot on my mind. It is probably obvious to him what I've been thinking about. The floors continued ticking 19.......20........21.......... slower and slower we rose to the top floor.
"While you're remodeling, maybe you should invest in a quicker elevator..." I was half joking but still serious. He slightly smirked at my remark.
"I actually like the elevator speed. It gives my time to think."
"Well what if you got stuck with someone you didn't particularly like?"
"Are you suggesting you don't like me Miss Reed?"
"Oh I...I....no, I just-"
"Relax, Miss Reed, I'm kidding. I don't think about getting stuck on an elevator, nothing really scares me. However, I don't think I'd mind if the elevator stopped right now."
Just as he said that, the floor number reach 30, and the doors opened. Exiting as quickly as he entered, Justin walked to his office. What did he mean in the elevator earlier? I snapped out of it and walked to my office...which I keep forgetting is right next to Justin's. I walked in a my jaw hit the floor. My office was completely refurnished and my side walls were replaced with glass. The good new was, I could see a beautiful city to the right. The bad news was, Justin could see straight into my office from the left. He stood there staring at me and signaled for me to come to his office. I walked in, my mouth still wide.
"Don't act so surprised, Miss Reed. I told you I have big plans for this company, that included the building and all the offices in it. Do you like it? I think the glass walls give it quite a modern look, don't you?" I still couldn't speak.
"Don't you think it's a little weird to be able to see into my office at all times?"
"No. You don't have anything to hide do you?"
"I guess not, but don't you want a little privacy?"
"I have curtains I can release during my more exclusive meetings." I did notice he had silk drapes hanging above his wall. Why was he allowed to have curtains, but I wasn't? I didn't question it, I just started towards the door. "Alexandra, before you leave, I'd like you to work on the schedule for this week with me. I have lots of meetings planned for the week." I sat down in the chair across from his desk and held a notepad in my lap. We sat in silence as we just stared at each other for a second. I looked down with the awkward tension in the air. I penciled in all the meetings he requested and headed towards the door once again. Annnd... once again, I was stopped.
"Miss Reed, make me a lunch reservation at the restaurant across the street, please." 
"For how many people, Mr. Bieber?"
"Two, I'm taking my P.A. out to lunch... that is if she doesn't already have plans?" His offer didn't really sound like a question. I nodded and wrote it down on the notepad. Lunch with my boss? This is the second time I've gone out with my boss.. I can not let my mind get the best of me and consider this a date. This is not a date. This is simply a boss and his employee going to lunch at a nearby restaurant. Right? Surely he didn't think anything more of it. I sat at my desk unable to focus. Justin seemed to notice as he tapped on the walll. He held up a piece of paper that read: Shouldn't you be working... I smirked and rolled my eyes, spinning my chair around to my computer. I started typing and reading through the documents Justin had emailed me. I was almost finished when a new email popped up.

To: Alexandra Reed
From: Blake Steele

I was thinking of you today. I am still on the hunt for a new personal assistant that will work at least half as hard as you did. Leaving you behind was a difficult decision and I'm still not sure if I made the right choice. I have several meetings through out the week, but I'd like to see you this weekend. Saturday night perhaps? I'll see you at 7 at that new restaurant on Gordon Street.

Blake

His invite was more of an order than a question. There was no way I was going out with Blake this weekend. He dropped me the second he was offered a bigger pay check! However... he did say I worked hard, and he made the wrong choice in leaving me. It would be kind of rude to not show up with no reply to his email. I'll have to see what my plans are before I start making dates with the devil...

I guess I had let the time slip away from me because Justin was knocking on the glass wall. I shot my attention towards him as he pointed to his watch signaling it was time for lunch. I met him outside his office. I opened my mouth to say something when his phone rang. I tried to figure out who he was talking to but I couldn't quite piece it together. He didn't say much, just a few "mhmm", "yes", "I see." His facial expression changed and he suddenly looked angry. "This is not up for debate. We made a deal, I do not go back on my word. This is my company and you work for me." He hung up the phone and looked at me. His face lighten and he smiled slightly. "I apologize Miss Reed. We can go now if you are ready." I nodded. He gently placed his hand at the small of my back, leading us to the elevator. My mind instantly wondered to this morning when he said he wouldn't mind me stuck on the elevator with me. I glanced at him and we accidentally made eye contact. Crap. I shot my head back, but he didn't. I could still tell he was staring at me. Why? Was there something on my face, in my hair? Did I spill my coffee on my dress? I sighed loudly and turned sharply to him.
"'What are you staring at?!" He seemed startled at my sudden outburst. 
"Can I not admire you Miss Reed..?"
"Well you keep staring at me, it makes me feel self conscious."
"I can assure you, Alexandra, you most certainly have nothing to worry about."
What was he talking about? The elevator doors opened and he led us to his car. This man is driving me crazy. First the elevator ride this morning, then the glass walls, then the mysterious phone call, then another weird comment in the elevator. I just don't understand why he is making me over think ever single word he says to me. Every little action gives me the chills and sends shivers down my spine. Justin Bieber is doing something to me. I haven't quite figured out what it is or why it is affecting me the way it is. But I will.

*****IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE*****Soooooooooo sorry for posting this chapter 392981 years later! My laptop has been acting up! I promise to post more often now! Please read, vote, and comment, if you want more! I'd love love love your feedback! You're all that matters to me!

-alwaysbieberily