The Secretary

Lies

The next day I had to go to work even though I didn't really feel like going anywhere after that text message I got. Did he know where I was? Did my brother tell him? He was the only one in my family that was sane and he was like my best friend. Would he tell Brandon where I was? No. He would never do that. Well hopefully at least.

As I drove to work I couldn't keep my mind off of it Brandon knew where I was. What if I had to move again? I should probably start looking for another apartment in another state just in case. And I was even starting to like this new life of mine. My apartment was cozy and I had a good job with a great boss. Oh god. Today would be the first day back at the office since we...had that night in Paris. I really hope this day goes well because I do not need any more problems then I already have.

Soon enough I got to the building and parked in the car lot and walked inside. I wore my hair down today which is what I did when I was nervous about something. I would have my hair down and play with the ends of it. And today I was really nervous about multiple things. The ding of the elevator telling me I was on my floor snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times and walked out of the elevator and sat down at my desk, going through the recent emails.

Carson's pov
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I got into work early today, wondering how things between me and Brooklyn were going to go. What were we supposed to do now after that night? It was just a one night stand, right? But I couldn't get her out of my head. Those bright green eyes she had went so good with her dark chocolate hair. Everything about her is just so stunning. Every single thing about her was perfect. What am I thinking?! I'm a billionare, Carson! You can't just think about stuff like that when she's your secretary. But still, I couldn't get those thoughts out of my head. What was happening to me? I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door to my office.

"Come in." I called and watched as the girl who was constantly clouding walked in. But there was something off. She didn't look like her usual happy self. Her face looked worried and nervous but she tried to smile. But it was a obvious forced smile.

"Here's your coffee Mr. Maxwell." She said a bit quietly. There was definitely something off.

"Going back to calling me Mr. Maxwell again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll be at my desk if you need me." She said before quickly walking off.

Something was definitely wrong. She usually always had a smile on her face and was always so cheerful. What happened to her that made her look so worried and nervous? I wanted to ask her but was it really my business? No..even though I wanted it to be my business.

Brooklyn's pov
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This day felt like it was going by so slow when all I wanted to do was be home and get ready to move just in case Brandon really was back. What if he did find me? What if he just showed up one day at my apartment? The things he would do to me...would I even live through the things he would do to me? Just the thought of it made me shiver.

The next time I looked at the clock it was time to go. I finished what I was doing then quickly walked to the elevator. I hadn't seen Carson at all since this morning. He would usually walk out of his office every once in a while but he didn't today. I guess he was just really busy today.

I drove all the way home and quickly walked inside my apartment. I looked around and saw that everything was fine and no one was here. Thank god. I slipped out of my work clothes and into some much comfier ones. As I sat down on my couch there was a knock on my door. Oh no. Could it be him? Could he have found me? I quietly walked to the door and grabbed the baseball I always kept next to it and put it behind me before quickly opening the door.

"Carson?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you have a baseball bat behind you?" He asked before stepping inside my apartment like it was his.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door as I set down my baseball bat. "Doesn't matter. Anyways, what are you doing here?" I asked and walked over to the couch where he was happily sitting.

"I saw something was up with you today. Care to explain?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and sat on the other side of the couch, far away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You are an awful liar. Do you know you play with your hair when you lie?" He said with a smirk as I looked down and saw my fingers playing with my hair. Damnit!

I sighed and put my hand down on my lap "It's just some private stuff. Nothing of your concern." I said.

He sighed "Listen, Brooklyn. I know I'm your boss but that doesn't mean I'm not a person too. I don't know what happened that night between us in Paris or what it means to you but I want to be at least something more then just your boss."

I sat there surprised for a few moments. I wasn't just one of his one night stands? The cold and rude Carson Maxwell wanted to be more then just a one night stand?

"What do you want to be then?" I asked finally.

He sighed and shrugged "That's the part where I don't know. Just..don't treat me like I'm your boss. At least when we're not at the office." He said softly.

I thought about it then shrugged "I don't know. What's so different about me then all the other girls? I know for a fact that you've slept with girls that are way prettier then me."

"I don't know, Brooklyn. But for some reason when I look at you I forget about every other girl. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He said softly. And as I looked in his eyes I could see the sincerity in them. But I don't know if I would ever be able to believe the words he said. After everything Brandon had said to me in the past I never saw myself as beautiful. But what Carson was saying was so much different then anything that Brandon had ever said to me.

"Ok." I said "Let's be more then a one night stand. Whatever that is." I said with a small smile.

He grinned and scooted closer to me "Thankyou for giving me a chance." He said softly. "And I should also mention that I'm not leaving until happy and quirky Brooklyn is back."

I sighed "You might be here for a while then. I have no idea when I'll be myself again.."

He nodded "Alright. But you have to tell me about what's going on sometime."

"I told you, it's nothing. Relax." I said. Lies. What a lie that was. Someone should know about Brandon though in case I disappear. Not yet. Right now we're just...something. He doesn't have a reason to know this stuff yet. He might not really care anyways. He might just be pretending to care in order to get into my pants again.

"I'll go make us some dinner." I said and walked into the kitchen. Everything was fine. Brandon wasn't coming. Maybe someone had the wrong number. Or he may just be taking his time to get to me at the right moment.