His Assistant - Billionaire Romance

CHAPTER THREE + FOUR

Saturday came rolling by way too quickly for my comfort, and I found myself growing nervous and fidgety throughout the day at work. If Adrian noticed my jumpiness at all, he didn't make any comments on it.

"Have you got the list of all the names with you?" he asked as I was leaving the office, referring to pieces of paper that had the names of global business owners printed on it. I nodded and held up the documents.

"And I have your favourite pen with me in case you lose it," I added, "Don't forget to pick up your shoes from the man down the road from here. He's probably done polishing them by now. You're wearing the black pair. Have you decided who your plus-one is going to be yet?" I got my small notebook out to write down the lucky? girl's name.

"Yes. I'm taking a girl named Adrianna Coleman. If any press ask you about her, say she's just a friend and that I don't like my association with other females published – to respect their privacy, of course." He smirked. "She's amazing in bed."

I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes at his last comment before putting the notebook and my pen back into my bag. "Is there anything else you'd like before I go?" I asked curiously as I briefly glanced at the screen of my phone to check the time.

"I've given Rita your address so she can work on your hair as soon as you get to your apartment. Just... relax, okay? You shouldn't receive much attention at the event, but if you do, I'll make sure to steer the conversation in a different direction." As he assured me, he rubbed my back in a soothing motion.

I blushed at the gesture and at the fact that he knew why my behaviour was the way it has been throughout the day. I cleared my throat. "Thank you." I murmured. "I'll see you soon." I gave him a small smile, before heading home.

***

"Are you Emily?" A blonde piped up, peering down at me as I ascended the stairs that led to the door of my apartment.

I smiled as I reached the last step. "Yes, you must be...Rita? Hello, thank you so much for coming. I'm sorry if I'm taking from your personal time." I frowned, remembering that it was past 6PM.

"Nonsense!" she said, waving off my apology. "I love what I do, and I'm especially going to love working on your hair! It's really healthy for blonde! What do you do to it?" She waited for my reply a she watched me unlock my apartment door.

I laughed, blushing slightly. "Uh... Shampoo and conditioner?" I replied uncertainly, my blush deepening.

She laughed and pinched my cheeks. "You're too cute! Well then, I'm going to love having your hair to work with! Let's get started. Adrian told me you needed to be at the office by 7:45 PM," she squinted at her watch, "and it's almost 6:30!"

I let out a squeak of surprise. "Already? Um, would you like anything to drink? I just want to have a quick shower before we start. Or not," I bit my lip. "That is, if you can't do my hair when it's wet?"

Rita raised an eyebrow at me and put a hand on her hip. "Honey; I'm the best of the best. If you were bald, I'd still make your head work. I'll just have a cold glass of water. Do you mind if I set my things up in your room?"

"Of course not! Be my guest." I grinned at her, before going into the kitchen and pouring her a glass of water and dropping a few ice cubes in. Then I followed Rita to my room, where she had already begun putting her products onto my vanity. I placed the water in front of her, before blindly grabbing a pair of underwear and going into the bathroom for my shower.

crème being lathered onto my slightly damp hair. The loud whoosh of the blow dryer muted any conversation that could have arisen.

Once she turned it off, she leaned over and grabbed a blue bottle before I felt more cool liquid being applied to my hair. "I'm going to try and finish by 7PM," Rita said as she lowered the blue bottle and picked up a curling wand. "Is that enough for you to do your makeup and travel time to get back to the office?"