Page 3 of Falling For My Assistant

“Are you okay?” he asked, watching her rub her forehead.

“It did hurt a little,” she conceded. She tilted her head to the side. “Why do you want to know?”

“Mr. Donaldson has invited me to his infamous New Year’s Eve party—”

“Really?” she interjected, leaning forward in her chair. “He only invites the important people, or people he likes, to that party.”

His brow arched high. “Does he?”

Her flush returned. “Well, so says the office talk, anyway.”

“I assume you know that it’s a pairs only party?” he asked, her head nodding slowly.

“And you don’t have a pair,” she said, her mouth rounding into an O.

“Unfortunately, no. Blair and I broke up three months ago, so I am at the moment, very single.”

He and Blair had broken up amicably, both of them realizing that they weren’t what the other really wanted.

She shifted in the chair and crossed her very long legs, the plaid skirt she wore inching up her calf.

His gaze roamed over her, taking in the dark blouse she wore covered by an oversized cardigan.

Moving up, he looked at her face.

Erin was beautiful. She was tall and slim, with just the right amount of curve in all the right places.

Her face was slim with high cheekbones, her nose trim and pretty damn perfect. She had plump pink lips that he caught her chewing on when she was nervous.

But her most stunning feature was her eyes.

Even hidden behind her red frames, she had the most beautiful icy-blue eyes.

It sounded cliche, but he was sure if he stared into them too long, he might drown.

A dark-brown strand of hair floated down to frame her cheek, her hand coming up to tuck it back into place.

Her eyes pierced him with an icy gaze, and he looked away, embarrassed to have been caught staring.

“That puts you in a bit of a predicament, doesn't it?” she asked, clasping her hands together in her lap.

“It does,” he replied. “I was hoping you would be able to assist me with it.”

“Me?” Her neat brows rose. “How so?”

“You could agree to play the part of my fake girlfriend for the evening and join me at the party,” he replied.

Her brows shot high. “Join you at the New Year’s Eve party? As your fake girlfriend?”

“Yes. Mr. Donaldson was adamant that I bring my girlfriend, or I would be uninvited. His wife is particular about it being pairs, as previously stated.”

He motioned toward her. “And, frankly, you’re the best person to be my fake girlfriend. You know me well since we work together, so it will be easy to convince them that we’ve been together for a while. You also know the office, so talking about the work I do wouldn’t be difficult, as I would have spoken to you about it when we saw one another. As couples often do.”

Her blue eyes clouded, opening her mouth to say something, but closing it before anything came out.

“I will very much owe you one,” he said, standing. He moved to sit in the chair next to her and laid his hand on top of hers. “Trying to find someone who would fit your qualifications on such short notice would be impossible.” He looked into her eyes. “Will you help me out?”

Erin replied with a short laugh, tugging her hands out from under his. “Geesh, you pour on the guilt, don't you?”