Page 18 of Falling For My Assistant

She headed for the town car, her stilettos tapping on the sidewalk.

Royce opened the door and took her hand, assisting her over a puddle and into the car.

“Thank you, Royce,” she said, sliding into the warm vehicle.

Her leg bumped into Sean’s, and she turned to him, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him.

She’d seen him in a tux many times before, but this time felt special.

The car moved forward as Royce pulled out into the street, and Erin put her seatbelt on, a sparkle at his neck drawing her attention.

The street lights illuminated the car at a stoplight, and she got a good look at his bowtie.

“It looks like you cut a yard off my dress and made it into a bowtie,” she said, reaching out to straighten it.

“Lo told me there was extra fabric from the gown to make a bowtie so when she sent over the tuxedo, it was there,” he replied.

She released the fabric and set her hands down, tugging up the bottom of the gown.

“I’m sorry to ask, but could you help me with these? I didn’t quite think it through before I put it on.”

“I can.”

She shifted in the seat and propped her legs on his lap, his hands buckling the silver buckles with ease.

Her legs were smooth and soft, a mad dash of cleaning and shaving happening as soon as she arrived back at her apartment from the salon.

Erin had used her favorite lotion, a blend of dark berries, amber, and midnight jasmine to moisturize after she finished shaving. The smell of the lotion lingered on her legs and floated around the backseat, filling the small space with the sensual smell.

She moved to set her legs down, but he held them for a moment, running his fingers up her calf. Goosebumps skittered across her skin and hardened her nipples.

Heat pooled in her belly, her gaze catching his as he gently caressed her knee.

“So smooth,” he whispered, her body unconsciously leaning toward him.

“You smell amazing,” he said, shifting ever so slightly in the seat, bringing them as close as they were in the file room.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Scooting just a bit closer to him, she inhaled his scent, the smell of his woodsy cologne mingling with the lotion.

“You’re wearing your special cologne tonight,” she whispered, settling her hand on his jacket. “It’s my favorite of yours.”

Erin ignored the voice in the back of her head, telling her that she was still his assistant, instead of a woman in the backseat of a dark car with a gorgeous man who was taking her to one of the most lavish parties she would ever attend.

For tonight, she was his, and he was hers.

Tomorrow could worry about tomorrow.

His hand inched to her thigh, and she leaned in to bring their lips together, but the bubble was broken when Royce hit the brakes, sending Erin back against the door.

“Royce!” Sean scolded the driver. Royce called back that he was sorry, but someone ran the light.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sliding her legs down to the floor.

Erin straightened. “I am, yes. Thank you.”

“Good.” Sean discreetly adjusted his pants, and a thrill raced through her, delighted to know that Sean was affected by their little interlude.

A hair teased her neck, and she reached next to her into her clutch, removing the small compact she had with her. Checking her hair, everything looked to still be in place, and she sighed in relief.