Page 20 of Falling For My Assistant

The elevator doors opened on the penthouse floor, and Sean released Erin, a chill filling the space where her body was.

She stepped off the elevator and disappeared.

Sean followed her off the elevator, the gold doors shutting behind him, leaving them in the hall.

“Look at those windows,” Erin said, drawing his attention to them.

The giant windows gave them a grand view of New York, along with the large pool on the terrace. Erin stood illuminated by the windows, the lights of the city framing her silhouette.

“That’s one hell of a view,” he murmured, desire pooling in his gut.

She is so sexy.

His cock stirred in his pants, and he whirled around, adjusting them.

Damn cock. Calm down.

“Sean, are you okay?” Erin asked. He jumped when she put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he replied, thinking of his grandmother, his body calming down quickly.

He turned back to her, a smile pasted on his face. “See? All good.”

“Okay,” she replied, taking his offered arm. “Where do we go?”

“Through those doors,” he said, pointing to the large dark-wood doors in front of them.

As if on cue, the doors opened, revealing the foyer to the penthouse.

“Welcome, sir,” a doorman said, stepping into the hall. He motioned for them to come over. Donaldson’s assistant joined them in the hall.

“Hello, Mr. Stephens,” she said, looking at him, then turning her attention to Erin. “Is this your plus one?”

“Good evening, Kendall. It is,” he replied. “Miss Erin Smith.”

The assistant’s eyes widened, looking her up and down.

“Erin? Is that you?” she asked. “You look so different!”

“It is,” she replied, doing a little twirl. “Apparently, Mr. Stephens here knows Laurenza De Lucio!”

“No!” Kendall looked at him, then back at Erin.

“He does. I’m even wearing one of her amazing creations tonight. Shoes, hair, makeup, everything was done at her salon.” Erin stuck her foot out to show her the shoes, and Kendall’s eyes widened.

“That’s amazing! I love that new purple suit she debuted. The lining? To die for.” She checked his name off the list and stepped back into the penthouse. “Here we are. Come on in.”

They walked into the foyer, and the doorman shut the door behind them.

“Your coat, sir?” he asked. He removed his coat and handed it to him, assisting Erin with removing her stole. Handing it to the doorman, Kendall dismissed him, and he disappeared.

“This way,” Kendall said, heading down the hallway in front of them.

She pointed to the left. “This is the bathroom, and that,” she pointed to the large wall on their right, “Is the kitchen.”

The kitchen wall was covered by photos of Mr. Donaldson with an array of celebrities, some featuring his wife as well.

“Is that President Obama?” Erin whispered, pointing to the photo.