Page 2 of Falling For My Assistant

She looked around the office, taking in the wall of windows to her left that displayed the best views of New York City you could buy.

Glancing back at the rest of the office, she took in the room; the light bouncing off the pristine white walls kept the room nice and bright.

The floor was filled with long, white desks lined up in sections, their legs skinny and black. Each desk was outfitted with a sleek, black office chair and translucent black dividers, giving the illusion of cubicle spaces without the large gray walls. Single large monitors sat on the desk, each one set up with a wireless white keyboard and mouse.

The desks were filled with a variety of people, each working as hard as the one next to them.

Her boss’ door opening caught her attention, and she rushed down the aisle to her desk, coming around it as Mr. Donaldson exited the office, the two executives close behind.

“Have a wonderful day, Mr. Donaldson,” she said.

“Thank you, Erica,” he replied, disappearing around the corner.

“It’s Erin,” she muttered, plopping into her chair.

Mr. Stephens lingered at the door, and she looked over, her brows rising high.

“Is everything all right?” she asked. She pushed her glasses up her nose, a smile coming to his face.

“It is. Can I see you in my office?”

He stepped back from the door to let Erin in. Sean motioned for her to sit as he came around his desk, his assistant slowly taking the chair.

“Don’t worry, Erin, you aren’t in trouble,” Sean reassured her, sitting at his desk. “I just need to ask you something.”

“Ask me something?” she repeated.

He clasped his hands together on the clean glass top.

“Yes.”

Her brows arched high behind the red frames. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not,” Sean replied, suspicion rising. “Why would you think that?”

A flush covered her from her neck to her hairline. “I… don’t know. You never invite me into your office to sit. If you want to ask me something, you usually do it from the doorway.”

His eyes rounded when he realized it was true.

I never ask her to sit down in here.

“I never realized that,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I’m sorry about that.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay.”

Silence fell over the office, the creaking of his chair filling the small space.

“You wanted to ask me a question?” she asked, bringing his attention back to the matter at hand.

“Yes, I did.”

He dragged his hands from the desktop to his lap, fidgeting with his jacket before he said, “I wanted to ask you what you’re doing tonight.”

“What I’m doing…” Her brows scrunched low. “What’s so special about tonight?”

“Umm…” He pointed to the calendar, her blue eyes moving to the paper on the wall.

“It’s New Year’s Eve!” She smacked a hand to her forehead.