Possession Of His | 18+

Chapter Eight

Kimberly P O V:

I knew it wasn't my first day of officially working, Nathan had told me that it was more of a trial-run type of thing. Yet here I was head deep in my wardrobe searching around desperately for a suitable outfit. I had no experience with being a personal assistant obviously, I was used to turning up to the bakery in a hoodie and leggings. Now that I think about it, I can't recall ever wearing something professional-looking. God, I am making this a lot more stressful than it needs to be.

I take my head out of my wardrobe with a huff as I blow my hair away from my face. I take my phone out of my pocket and search for 'personal assistant outfit' which was probably a little too specific but I was pleasantly surprised with what came up.

Feeling a little more inspired, I picked out a matching plaid skirt and jacket that was a mix of a soft grey and white. I put a long beige top on underneath the jacket and added some gold jewelry that I brought from home to match it. I grab a pair of white heels before eyeing the small collection of bags that were displayed on a little shelf. I picked a mini beige one that complimented the outfit. It was incredibly small and definitely provided no real purpose, but it looked cute which I thought was just as important.

I didn't look as professional as I imagined a personal assistant should look. I hadn't gone with that classic long pencil skirt and white blouse look so I just hoped Nathan wouldn't disapprove. It was tidy and dare I say fashionable.

I make my way downstairs, being mindful to not break my neck as I try to adjust to wearing heels. The clicking of my heels on the marble flooring must have made Nathan realize I was coming into the kitchen because his gaze was already settled on me when I entered.

I watch the way his back straightens slightly from where he's sat, his eyes shamelessly running down my body before lingering on my legs. The heels made them look long when in reality I was five foot four, still, I can delude myself into thinking I'm a model until they inevitably come off. He makes me feel exposed under his gaze as I hesitate where I stand. It takes me a moment before I look away from his eyes as I slowly begin to move towards the other end of the counter. Even with my back turned, I could feel his gaze settled on me.

"Good morning dear," I turn to Jane, trying to conceal my surprise. I had been so focused on Nathan that I hadn't even realized she was here. God, I am the worst.

"Morning Jane," I smile as I take a seat, my eyes focused on the marble counter in front of me.

She places a plate of pancakes in front of me along with a glass of orange.

"Thank you," She gives me a smile before beginning to walk out of the kitchen, most likely going up to my room to clean. I had mindfully already made my bed this morning, so hopefully she would have less to do.

"You look good," I feel myself almost choke on the piece of pancake in my mouth as I raise my eyes to Nathan, his eyes settled on me.

Had I heard that right?

"T-Thank you," I feel my cheeks blush a vicious red as he hums, his lips twitching into a small smirk at my reaction.

"You nervous about your first day?" He questions with something teasing lingering in his tone. As if what he really wanted to ask me was "Do I make you nervous?"

"No I'm fine, it's just a trial run after all right?" I question.

"It is, but if you're not up to standard I'll have to fire you on your first day, how embarrassing that would be," He tuts, his eyes full of amusement.

"Wow, so I'm not going to be receiving any special treatment? Even though I live with you?" I daringly joke back with a small smile, watching as he huffs. I was starting to realize that was his form of a laugh.