The Assistant

Chapter Seventeen

The list of tasks Jon sent me seemed innocuous at first, at least until I got to the last one telling me where I could find several credit cards, a ridiculous amount of money to just have lying around, and the instructions to have the driver take me shopping for tonight. It felt wrong to take it from him, but he refused to change his mind and insisted I go have fun and we could talk about it later. I relented eventually, once he told me where we were going for dinner and I realized I had nothing in my closet that would feel fancy enough for the Augustine.

The restaurant booked reservations more than a month in advance, but apparently, Jon knew the head chef and pulled strings to get us in. Money talks, especially in a city built on the foundation of earning it at any cost. So, I went shopping and I refused to look at price tags or totals – if he wanted me to look nice, then I was going to look fucking fantastic.

Patrick had called while I was shopping, frantically trying to make sure I was okay because Jon had emailed him about my little outburst. I felt stupid for my sudden emotional bout, but I couldn't say I didn't like the way the two of them immediately started fussing over me like I was the most important thing in the world.

Speak of the devil. My phone vibrated and I grabbed it off the marble counter in the bathroom, my heart caught in my throat from sudden excitement and anxiety.

8:29 PM

Are you running on Standard Time or Lydia Time?

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't always late, just most of the time.

8:30 PM

You're so funny. I'm leaving now, I'll see you soon.

I tucked my phone into the glittery clutch beside my makeup palette. Glitter was my theme tonight, I wanted to stand out. From my royal-blue wrap, bodycon dress with shimmery thread adding a starry night feel, to my black rhinestone coated platforms, to the matching clutch, and finally, my hair pulled to the side with black glittering flower clips – no one could miss me.

I took one last glance in the floor-length mirror before taking the elevator down to the garage. The driver was already waiting to pick up Jon and nodded at me in greeting. I carefully slid across the leather seat and daintily crossed my legs as I debated the best pose to be in when he got in the car.

The drive was short, my foot bounced the entire way and I fought the urge to pick at my fresh manicure - the pink polish was too cute to ruin. When we pulled up in front of Bower & Rosing's I was pretty sure my panties were about soaked through from anticipation, which did not bode well for us making it through dinner. The door across from me opened and I jumped to attention, stretching my legs in front of me elegantly and arching my back to push my tits out.

Jon's eyes roamed over my body slowly, his gaze searing into my skin as he sat down next to me. "Look at you," he said huskily. "Is this all for me?"

I grinned and leaned in for a deep kiss, letting my new nails scratch through his stubble. "Is there someone else here?" I asked after pulling away.

"We should skip dinner, that dress is doing more for me than Viagra ever could."

I laughed as he pulled me into his lap to make out, I ground down on his cock, feeling it harden under me and wanting to tease him for as long as I could. Jon tried to slide my dress further up and I slapped his hands away. "First base only," I whispered close to his ear.

He growled in annoyance but relented, though his mouth did find its way down to my cleavage. Extracting ourselves from the car was a bit of a chore, I was flushed and stumbled slightly as we made our way into the restaurant but he had a very self-satisfied smirk as he adjusted his jacket and wrapped his arm around my waist.