Page 30 of Falling For My Assistant

Erin looked down at her plate, her stomach full.

“That lobster was delicious,” she said, placing her napkin on the table.

After the unpleasantness earlier, they’d moved onto business, talking mainly about the new accounts they were working on.

Erin had only helped with one account so far, so she didn’t have a lot to offer the conversation.

She checked her phone, surprised to see that it was already eleven fifteen.

“What happened to the time?” she asked. “It’s already eleven fifteen.”

“We did have a few courses,” Sean pointed out, motioning to the leftovers on her plate. “And when you’re having fun, time flies.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Erin had enjoyed herself so much, except for the unpleasantness with David earlier.

Having Sean defend her was nice. The fact that he had to at all irked her in so many ways, though.

Just because they were assistants didn’t mean that they could objectify them. They were people too. And they worked hard. Without assistants to keep them organized, the associates, and CEOs of the world, wouldn’t know what to do with themselves.

There is no way I’d ever treat my assistant like that.

Her emotions must have shown on her face because Sean set his hand on her arm. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” she replied. “Just have a bit on my mind.”

“Nothing too bad I hope,” he said.

She shook her head and smiled. “Nothing bad.”

Liar.

She excused herself to go to the bathroom, setting her napkin on the table.

Erin asked Kendall where it was, and she directed her to it.

She knocked before she tried the handle, the bathroom empty.

Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her and locked it, her brows arching high when she turned around to look at it.

Dark, large, square tile covered the wall behind the sink, the clear glass bowl seated atop a single cherry wood floating countertop.

A light-gray tile was laid in a herringbone pattern on the floor, the walls a crisp white.

After a moment of panic because the dress was tight, Erin was able to get the dress high enough to go to the bathroom.

“What a wonderful smell,” she said, lifting the soap bottle. “Woodsy.”

She dried her hands and straightened the towel that hung from a cleverly placed bar under the floating cabinet and left the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind her, Erin turned and ran directly into David.

“Oh, excuse me,” she said. She stepped away from the bathroom, but he blocked her path.

“I actually wanted to come talk to you,” he said, her eyes widening.

“Talk to me? Why?”