Page 24 of Falling For My Assistant

She did a little dance, and a grin broke out over her face. “Yes. Thank you.”

Her grin faded, and sadness welled up. “I was so upset when Willie Garson died. To lose him was so awful. All the love that poured out for him was amazing. He was such an amazing actor."

She sniffled and waved her hands in front of her eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling and messing with her makeup.

Sean spilled a little of his drink on his shoe as he dug into his pocket for his handkerchief, pulling the soft fabric from his jacket and handing it to her.

He looked down and shook his shoe, the liquid sliding off onto the grass.

“Thank you,” she said, carefully dabbing around her eyes. She handed the handkerchief back to him, and he tucked it away, his hand bumping the other thing in his pocket.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, tugging the black velvet box from his jacket.

“I wanted you to have this, as a thank you for coming tonight,” he said, handing it to her.

She handed him her cosmo and tucked her clutch under her arm.

Her mouth made an O, and her eyes rounded as she pulled the slim diamond bracelet out of the box.

“Sean, it’s beautiful,” she said. “Can you help me put it on?”

She pulled her sleeve up a little, revealing the soft skin beneath it.

He placed both drinks and her clutch on the small windowsill to their right and took the bracelet, draping it on her wrist and fastening the clasp.

“Thank you,” she said, turning her wrist around, staring at the bracelet as the light made it dazzle.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “I consider you coming with me a gift, so I got you one too.”

“Well, so far, it’s been my pleasure,” she said, grabbing her cosmo and taking a drink. “This is delicious!”

She licked her lips, and a bolt of heat raced through him, straight to his groin.

Grabbing his old fashioned, he took a big swig, downing most of the bourbon.

“Are you okay?” she asked, eyeing the almost empty glass.

“I am,” he replied, swirling the ice around. “I just needed a drink.”

She leaned close and whispered, “It’s an open bar. I don't think they’ll mind if you go back for more.”

Erin pulled back slightly, and her blue eyes met his, darkening with desire.

Her perfume filled his nostrils, and he was transported back to the file closet, the hazy memory flooding over him.

Was that… her?

The warm body he ran his hands over, the soft lips pressed against his own…

I was so drunk that night.

He and Blair had been on a break during that time, and he’d gotten drunk enough to forget her. They’d reconciled a few weeks later, and he forgot about it until now.

The day after that Christmas party, Erin hadn't come to work, and things had been awkward until after the New Year when Blair showed up at the office to go with him to a retirement party.

Did we sleep together?

He was sure it was just a kiss, and it went no farther than that. But he wasreallydrunk.

“Can I ask you something?” he whispered.

“Of course,” she replied, a small smile appearing.

“Was that you with me in the file room?”