Personal assistant

Feelings, nothing more

I walked towards her and sat down, crossing my legs in the chair opposite and deciding to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

"I overheard that you believe we will make a good team."

She gave me nothing except piercing stares and silence. She sure knew how to push my buttons, I find a wordless room exceedingly uncomfortable.

"... also that you don't think we can concentrate when we are together."

She looked down into her lap, stifling a grin. We may have only been acquainted this very morning, but I deduced she was embarrassed, which was more emotion than I ever thought I'd witness on the reserved businesswoman. 

"I hope we can keep things professional."

"Of course," I replied matter of factly. I think she was surprised at my casual attitude, probably because this was the calmest she'd seen me all day. I wasn't ready to let this conversation slide, particularly how she seemed to know what made me tick. She held quietude just long enough to  leave me uneasy, and I hated being read like an open book. Mostly because I view my emotions as mine and mine only, but this woman seemed to be all up in my head, reading my thoughts as if I'd spoken them aloud.

"What's my tell then?" I asked, leaning an elbow on the desk while she watched my demeanour. 

"Your voice is pitchier than normal when you're lying, and also you look to the person you know you're not fooling, and in this case that person was me," she explained. She didn't have to answer me, her response was unexpected... but courteous. 

"That could be a coincidence though, me looking at you." I tested further, and she leant back in he chair, smiling so minutely that if you didn't know her features, you wouldn't be able to tell.

"It could be, which is why I narrowed my eyes at you. In your interview, when my eyes narrowed after asking you about your weakness, it almost put you on autopilot to tell the truth," she chuckled, reminiscing at the memory. "I remembered this and lo and behold, you stood there frozen not sure what to say because you knew I was onto you."

"Ok, ok I get it," I sighed. "I need to work on my game face."

She chuckled again. It sounded low and genuine, I could listen to it on repeat for hours.

"You fooled Rupert, don't give yourself such a hard time," she joked, shifting forward in her chair.

"Next time I'll get you," I grinned, and she made an effort to take a slow sip of her coffee, slender fingers wrapped firmly round the cup.

"I'd like to see you try." 

She was looking up at me through her lashes, I don't think it was intended to be seductive but my god it was. We ate lunch together whilst discussing my job role and getting to know each other a little more. At least those were her intentions, mine were to make sure I wasn't eating like an absolute pig in front of her. Usually, that sandwich would have been gone in 5 seconds flat, but I couldn't help wanting to please her - To the point where I was afraid there was a wrong way to eat a sandwich. 

"Miss Willows?"

I looked at her with wide eyes, hoping I hadn't missed her say anything important.

"You keep zoning out on me, do I really bore you that much?" There was a smile balanced behind her lips, I knew she was only poking fun at me. Our banter had progressed into becoming undeniably flirty, despite her saying she hoped we could keep it professional. I decided to play along to her leading question. 

"I couldn't say ma'am, because I wasn't really listening."

She tutted dryly before I continued.

 "It's just very hot in here, that would make anyone sleepy, wouldn't you agree?"

I delicately fanned my face and as I did so made sure to project my chest area outwards making it look fuller. I noticed a slight ruby sheen appear across the middle of her face in the faintest strip, and decided to stop flirting since she seemed disconcerted.

"Because of the glass. And the sun. You know, like a greenhouse." I stated slowly, as if to ridicule her for thinking I would so outwardly draw focus to the sexual tension brewing between us. Everyone knows you can't rush a brew, she needed to relax. Her reaction to the simple display of cooling myself down was highly flattering, but I was tired of letting on my inner feelings, so I strapped them beneath the surface. If she wanted to draw any more thoughts out of me she would need to work much harder.

"Back to work Miss Willows, that's yours in the corner."

She flicked her hand blankly at the corner of her office, at a desk to the left of the door. Miss Bardot seeming to have made a full recovery from her earlier fluster. I was a little jealous of how easily she was able to collect herself after that, I would still be sweating and stuttering. My chair had wheels, and so I decided to 'whoosh' my way on over as sleekly as I could without falling off. I was almost certain I had managed it quite well, but the look on her face told me she found my childish antics humourless to say the least. After that ordeal, I shut up, and quietly worked on the stack of files she had given me to organise. When I say stack, I mean stack. It was the thickest pile I had ever seen, and I had to get through it all by 18:00. I almost groaned, but instead determined the more productive option would be to just get on with it. It better not be like this all the time, how she managed all this without a PA for six weeks is beyond me. 

The minutes crawled by and the hours felt like years, but my drive to impress her which I had discovered the first time we locked eyes was finally coming to good use. I had made it well over halfway, and still had a whole hour remaining to complete the rest in. I was chuffed enough with my concentration to give myself a toilet break. After five minutes of pondering whether I should excuse myself and tell her where I was going, or just excuse myself, I resulted in the second option. Telling her would be weird right? Never mind, too late now, I'm already out the room. I had seen the sign for the toilets on one of my countless elevator trips. Honestly, trying to re-straighten the line running vertically up the back of my stocking without a full-length mirror was such a shit show. I didn't manage it, my back started hurting because I spent so long twisting in a million different directions to try and sort it. Never mind, she can look at my boobs instead, I thought, unbuttoning the top of my shirt. There we are, I grinned, feeling particularly more devilish than usual.

"Don't tell me," a voice dripping with sarcasm called. "your eyes are up there."

I snapped my head up in shock, but it was just Rupert, stood next to the desk by the elevator, beaming widely.

"Cut it out, I looked like a nun and you know it."

He laughed so tremendously loud I was taken aback. He continued his mocking, and said "that button makes no difference, you were out either way!"

"I can't believe you just called me out like that," I replied, but I couldn't contain my laughter either. His was so loud it was contagious, and every time he started up again, it made mine even worse.

"You're definitely going to be my favourite," he cried, wiping his glistening eyes and waving me over. I sat on his desk and leant down to look at what he was pointing to on the computer screen, both of us still a giggling mess.

"For god's sake, MISS WILLOWS!"

A voice boomed through the empty corridor and my blood ran cold. 

"Have I got to keep you on a leash? Why are you not back working, that pile on your desk is huge, and now you're not going to finish it because you're sat here with my colleague making insane amounts of noise instead." 

"I was just-"

"Inside." The heavy door was pressed flush against her backside, pinned open expectantly.

"But-"

"Now, Willows!"

I certainly didn't need to be told again. 

Move now, explain and apologise later.