The Boss That Loved Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Don't say we're not right for each other because the way I see it, we might not be right for anyone else." The Cutting Edge

I hate the weather, I thought to myself as I fanned my face and sighed as the sweat dripped down my neck.

Caused by this stupid woollen jumper dress I'd picked out this morning. It was raining when I woke and now there was a heat wave. Typical.

Why didn't I layer up instead of wearing this contraption, I groaned. I can't even take anything off! and moving my arms around, fanning myself wasn't helping. I'll have to start stripping if this place didn't cool down soon.

I don't think my boss, Mr Howard would much like me sitting in his office with just my underwear. No one would wish to see that. Trust me, I even avoid the task.

One do many doughnuts at lunch!

I should have just looked up the weather report before dressing.

Note to self, set alarm two minutes earlier in the morning to make better outfit choices and to check the weather.

Living in England you have to enjoy every moment of a sunny day because you never know when you'll see a day like it again. You would think that it was drilled into us from school to get over any hope in a sunny day not ending in rain.

Not real rain. That fake, pitiful kind that could hardly be called rain and makes your hair a fizzy mess. No one else in the world had to pack suncream and an umbrella with them on their day out.

Sitting at my desk I couldn't help but look outside at the beautiful spring day. The birds were twittering in the sky, teasing me as they enjoyed the warm weather. The sun was shining down the Thames, very rare in London.

I wish I was outside enjoying the weather, rather than being stuck in this large office, bored out of my mind. Yet saying that I'd be dressed in this wool of a hot mess.

Besides I was far to busy and important to be thinking about such things... I joked as I played with the rubber-band ball I had spent all morning making to the size of my hand. It was very impressive, if I do say so.

I've 'even' cleaned and reorganised my desk twice and also made Chris's tea... most likely wrong about three times in one day. I never really have much to do, I'm sure there was loads of work judging by everyone running around the place like mad but Chris... I mean Mr Howard hasn't given me anything to do all day. Most likely didn't trust me with anything too tactful.

Working at HE, Howard Enterprise, has been great. I was Christian Howard social secretary for nearly a year now but have only worked with him for near six months. He was jetting around the world for the first six months of me working here. He was the owner and founder of the business.

Powerful and smart he had a smooth charm, kind nature and a warm hearted air about him not to mention his hilarious sense of humour.

I found it hard to understand to begin with. His humour was dry and very quick witted. It took me a few months to work out that he was joking. I still wasn't sure some of the time.

He was one of the richest aristocrats in all of London, not to mention he was also the most handsome, sexiest man to ever walk the planet. He stood tall in one can only describe as an incredible 'fit' body, with large broad shoulders and a top half that definitely complemented the rest of him. Jet black hair that made you want to run your fingers through it and a face a model would be jealous of, not to mention a smile that could make a nun blush.

I guess that's why every time he would approach me I wanted to crouch down in a ball and hide!

I couldn't help but act like a giggling school girl in front of him.