Page 1 of Falling For My Assistant

December 31st, 2021

The gold elevator doors dinged open, releasing her boss’ boss onto the office floor.

Erin Smith glanced up, scrambling to her feet as he headed her way.

“Good morning, Mr. Donaldson,” she said.

“Good morning, Erica,” he replied, halting to speak with someone.

Erin hurried to her boss’ door, her knuckles rapping against the glass.

“Mr. Stephens, Mr. Donaldson to see you,” she said, stepping aside to let him into the office.

“Mr. Donaldson,” Mr. Stephens said, standing. He held his hand out to him, and the older man shook it.

“Thank you, Erin,” Stephens said, dismissing her. She shifted her red glasses on her nose and nodded, shutting the door behind her.

She sat at her desk and unlocked her computer, grabbing the phone when it went off.

The caller was a courier who had a package for Mr. Stephens.

“I’ll be right down,” she said, setting down the receiver. Locking her computer again, she headed for the elevators.

The doors opened, and she stepped in and pressed the lobby button, the pristine white office disappearing behind the garish gold doors.

Erin stared at the doors, but instead of seeing them, she saw her boss, Sean Stephens, face; the warm melted chocolate staring back at her.

Stop it.

She shouldn’t be thinking about her boss’ eyes, all dark with desire. And she definitely shouldn’t be thinking about the Christmas party last year where they hadaccidentallykissed in the file closet.

And she would absolutely ignore the desire she felt rise up every time she remembered that kiss.

It obviously was nothing since he hadn’t even tried repeating it.

There had also been a lot of alcohol involved, a fact that made Erin cringe every single time.

He might not even remember.

But she did.

The doors opened, and she stepped out into the sunshine, the light shining through the gigantic glass windows covering the front of the building.

A courier stood by the large oak wood desk, two security guards waiting there.

She said hello to the guards, grabbing the paperwork the courier offered her to sign.

“Miss Erin,” Bentley, the older security guard asked, “Why don’t you let me send the couriers up to the office instead of coming down here?”

She gave him a bright smile. “Because I want to see you, of course.”

A flush covered his face.

“Thank you,” she said to the courier, taking the package. “I’ll see you later, Bentley, okay?”

He waved as she walked back to the elevators. She pressed the button and barely waited a moment before the doors sprang open. She stepped back to let the riders off before getting inside, pressing the button to send her back to her floor.

The short ride later, she got off, her stacked heels clacking loudly on the black hardwood floor.