Personal assistant

Falling, hard

I scrunched up my nose, thinking what kind of person says 'enter' instead of 'come in'? Last time I checked, this wasn't a James Bond film. My stomach filled with butterflies and I stood corrected, concluding it was clearly for dramatic effect. 

I guess Rupert wasn't joking about the intimidating part then.

 I swallowed anxiously, before opened the door and attempting to walk through with confidence, but when I searched the desk in the centre of the room for her, the chair was empty. My eyes were drawn behind it to a wall of glass which allowed the view of New York city to stretch for miles. My heart started to thump slightly as my eyes landed on her. She was facing away from me, out to the morning sun. I noticed her height was similar to mine, perhaps slightly less, and her rich, virtually black hair was illuminated by the soft orange glow from the sky. My eyes travelled down her fitted grey suit to her black heels which elongated her legs beautifully. I lifted my eyes once more, shielding them from the sun, it was so bright in the morning. 

Oh no, It's morning, you've been stood here like an idiot for 15 seconds, say good morning!

"Good morning," I blurted, and winced at my hasty choice to break the silence.

Her head turned slightly to the side, allowing me to glimpse her profile and quite honestly, my breath caught in my throat. Everything was chiselled and structured to perfection, almost like she had been built. 

"I'm Lana, it's nice to meet you Miss Bardot," I managed smoothly this time, beginning to walk over cautiously.

She turned fully, and we both automatically held eye contact, trying to work out each others thoughts, emotions, anything. Surprisingly, she was first to break it, her gaze was on my body now as she moved towards the desk. I mirrored her, and she watched me strut, fixated on the way I held myself. She was analysing me, which is usually something I despise, but for some reason I liked her eyes on me, it made me feel in control, and her pull was captivating. Her arms were folded lightly over her white shirt, sleeves rolled halfway up and her right wrist revealed a bracelet which glinted so bright, I could only acquire it myself through extortion. I also detected what resembled the bottom of a tattoo spiralling out from underneath her left sleeve. I raised my eyebrows in a mix of wonder and admiration, looking up at her face again. My eyelids fluttered slightly as I took in her beauty. Her honey complexion complimented a soft mahogany eye colour which I couldn't seem to pull my own away from. Straight, dark brows gave an intense stare which made my knees wobble slightly if I looked for too long, and a dainty septum ring accentuated her style. I'm not the keenest on septum rings, I think they can look strange, but on her, I don't know - it just looked good. 

Everything... looked good. 

Her smirk at my dumbfounded stare mellowed into a small smile, and she stretched out a manicured hand for me to shake. 

God, she smelt like warm fucking vanilla.

"Morning, Miss Willows," she finally spoke. "I hope you found the place ok?" I nodded, almost angry that she sounded as hot as she looked. Her palm was warm, and gripped mine firmly.

"Let's sit," she suggested, her voice low and powerful.

I sat down opposite, focusing on flipping my voluminous hair in her direction as I crossed my legs efficiently. I wasn't trying to get her attention again, that was just a bonus I noticed when I raised my jade eyes to hers. She was observing me in an enthralled way, taking a longer time to sit than me because she was too busy watching. The desk between us was already pissing me off, I'd known her for five seconds and already pined being close to her - typical. I tried to guide her attention to the rings on my fingers by fiddling with them, in hope that she'd look at them instead of my eyes to disguise what I was really staring at.

At three delicate gold chains layered flat against her collarbone.

Also, what I was really thinking.

If those necklaces hung any lower down her chest they'd be in-

"I was impressed by your resumé," Her voice ripped my inappropriate thoughts away from her body and back into reality. "I trust Matt's judgement," she continued, clearly unaware of my wandering eyes. "He knows me, he knows you, and insisted you were the best I could find. The job's yours, if you answer me this."

My eyes widened as the phrase 'job's yours' hung in the air. What if I answered the question wrong and she took her offer away? 

"What's your biggest weakness?"

Ideas on how to answer this question flooded through my brain in nanoseconds, but her narrowed and sharp stare caused my mouth to open and answer almost automatically, as If I already knew honesty was the best policy in her eyes.

"Temper," I replied shortly, realising I had to expand and racking my brain once more. "Overall, I'm a level headed person, but if someone goes out of their way to irritate me or others, I flare up pretty quickly." I looked down, thinking I'd blown it, and didn't make eye contact.

"Fiery's good," she stated quietly, and my eyes flicked back to hers in surprise, not because she was still interested, but because I heard something different in her voice. It was laced with desire, and I struggled to hold a lid over my own, flushing slightly. She looked away, swivelling in her chair vaguely.

"I need someone who can level with me, tell me when I'm making wrong decisions. A personal assistant job in this building isn't just about you running around me, I need you to work alongside me."

I smiled, pleased to understand she was a proper leader. I knew all I needed to do was massage her ego a bit and then the job would be mine. Usually I feel guilt when lying to someone in the pursuit of what I want, but I didn't need to lie, she genuinely wanted us to be equal.

"So you're a leader then, not a boss?" I asked, cocking my head to one side.

"I like respect, and respect is earned through treating others well. It wouldn't matter how much money I paid you if I behaved superior, You would give me no respect, I can see that."

I allowed the last part of the comment to slide as I pride myself on my ability to hide thoughts and feelings I don't want others to know about.

"I already respect you, I'm here to help... if you want me?"

She surveyed my form once final time and rested her cheek on her knuckles, elbow leant on the desk.

"When can you start?" 

She raised her eyebrows in mild amusement as I struggled to suppress myself from jumping up in pure joy and making a complete idiot out of myself before even getting started.

"Now?"

"Great," she replied matter of factly, turning her sharp features towards the large screen on her right. "Rupert is free right now, he'll give you a tour, fill you in on anything you need to know, come by when you're done and I'll give you a few outstanding tasks, sound good?"

"Brilliant," I agreed - far too enthusiastically at that.

What was wrong with me? My body had a heat to it that didn't want to subside and I was always stuttering. Usually I'm so confident around those that pique my interest, I suppose this crush won't be fading anytime soon.