In Love With My Personal Assistant(2)

     



 

Maybe that's why he stayed silent all weekend? She wasn't sure. Two  weeks wasn't really a lot of time to get to know someone. They had been  incredibly busy in the office during that time, but their short,  intimate encounters if caught alone weren't showing any signs of getting  any cooler.

She learned that Andrew and Melone often held private meetings with  current clients after she was done for the day. They talked ideas, ran  numbers, and crunched figures. Winning Seogen really opened the doors  for some ideas that Melone had been sitting on. Not even Jennifer had  known about those plans.

Still, she didn't know what any of it would mean if this thing with  Melone didn't go away. Her body shuddered suddenly at the thought. She  had forbid herself from even thinking his name all weekend, but today,  it was going to be unavoidable. He was her direct boss, after all. No  one in the firm worked more closely than they did together and that  thought only made Jennifer's mind reel.

Within seconds, she was breathless and trembling. Did she have to tell  him something? Her mind had yet to comprehend the magnitude of what he  had revealed to her. All those years-all those nights she spent  wondering if it would be her turn to slip into his life weren't for  naught. Apparently, there had really been something between them!

All of it made sense now, the ways she would catch James watching her,  the little clues he had left-but then why hadn't he ever made a move?  Why was he going to propose to another woman? Did men do that kind of  thing? Was it possible that a man would really sign his life away with  someone else if he felt he could or shouldn't have the girl he really  wanted? That didn't seem to fit with what Jennifer knew about men.  Which, admittedly, she was starting to realize wasn't that much at all.

But, she didn't have much time to plan a detailed dissertation on the  physiology of man. In less than thirty minutes, she'd be expected to  give Melone the morning run down and for the first time since she had  started working for him, it wasn't already done.

"Jennifer?" A perky blonde called from behind a cabinet of a bistro  sprinkled with other businessmen and women waiting at the pit stop on  their morning commute to work. The people were nothing but blurs.

Jennifer gave a quick nod and moved to claim her morning fuel. She  uttered a thank you, or something that was supposed to be a sign of  gratitude, and pushed out the front doors with lift in her step.

About five minutes later, she stood in front of the building and took a  deep breath. She wasn't even close to being ready for this day. The only  thing she could think that she had going for her at this moment was the  fact that she was early. By the time she would get to her office, she  would have at least 15 minutes to look over James's calendar and refresh  her memory on their weekly agenda. It seemed her mind had seen to do a  data dump over the weekend with the bomb James dropped on her.

Jennifer bounced up the steps and didn't even try to be amiable. She  kept her shades on until she was in the elevator. Once out, she nodded  once at the secretary and headed for her office. She was so thankful for  that office now. It would give her a moment to think, breath, and  regroup and get the game face together. Yes! The game face. It would  save her and this damned day.

Reaching for the doorknob to the office, Jennifer turned and pushed. She  didn't think anything about the fact that the door was already  unlocked. Her head was down. She saw the coat and bag rack to the left  of the door and tossed her purse and over coat to it. Before she turned  and shut the door, a chuckle stilled her heart.

Jennifer snapped her eyes to her desk, where Andrew leaned, half on her  desk, and half off lazily, as if she were late to an appointment she  knew nothing about. He was sexy and tantalizing.

"This isn't awkward is it?" He said calmly with a gentle chuckle. He pointed towards the office door. "Can you get that?"

Jennifer swallowed back tightness closing her throat and pushed the door  shut. She would have liked to believe that seeing Andrew would have  made any doubts and second guesses about everything fade away. Instead,  she just had apprehension in her gut.

"I did not expect to see you this morning," she said softly. When she  thought Melone was out of the picture, Andrew was more than a breath of  fresh air, but now she was starting to wonder. Had she only been so  quick to accept his feelings for her because she was trying to get over  Melone? She hadn't even known she was trying to get over him, Melone  that is.

Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I know," he smirked and let his  gaze lazily take in the full sight of Jennifer. "I just didn't see you  all weekend," he chuckled and fell silent.         

     



 

Staring into his dark eyes, Jennifer felt her body begin to relax.  That's right. She hadn't seen him all weekend, or texted him either.  Melone's curve ball really threw her for a loop. Andrew had fallen  silent, assuming that she was going to really focus on a product line  for her bags. He thought that because that's what she told him she'd do.  She didn't though. She lied.

Instead, most of the weekend was spent trying to stave off her thoughts  and feelings that had come barging back full force. She never felt more  confused and like a little girl stuck in high school than she had that  past weekend. No amount of ice cream, wine, and cheesy chick flics  helped her solve her dilemma. Monday was back, sooner than she expected,  and she still had no clue how she was going to handle the situation.

"So, how'd it go?" Andrew asked smoothly. He motioned for Jennifer to  come to his side. She couldn't resist his sexy draw and felt her body  moving towards him. He always had a bit of a calming effect on her. He  was so relaxed, she couldn't help the way her mind fell at ease around  him.

By the time she stood in front of him, her racing heart had subsided  some. Melone was still a thought somewhere in her mind, but as she  stared into Andrew's eyes, she remembered the way his lips felt on hers  and she smiled.

Andrew cupped her cheek and frowned. "Oh, my female sense is tingling."

Jennifer laughed-the first real laugh out of the past two days. "You have a female sense now too?"

Chuckling, Andrew nodded. "It just tells me things that help me understand the creature that is the female."

Jennifer couldn't hold back the squawk of laughter that rumbled in her  throat. She felt Andrew's hands cradling her around her back and relaxed  into him with a soft sigh. It was a feeling she welcomed and missed.  She shouldn't have avoided him over the weekend. That was a stupid thing  to do.

"So what's your female sense telling you now, Superman?" Jennifer asked  with a deep breath. She regained her composure in Andrew's arms.

Still grinning, he answered, "That something's on your mind." Her smile  disappeared quickly. Andrew grew somber. "You can tell me about it if  you want," he said softly. Jennifer's breath left her. She said nothing.  Her mind was completely blank.

"Is it about me heading back to Colorado for a couple of weeks?" Andrew asked. Jennifer's face morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Didn't James tell you?"

Jennifer blinked. "You're going back to Denver?"

"Just for two weeks or so. We're having problems with Jerry over there.  He was supposed to help set the offices up. He's way behind schedule and  Melone is considering just letting him go because he has jeopardized  Carnal and Seogen."

Again, Jennifer blinked. At first, she felt nothing, but that nothing  was quickly washed over in a wave of anger. She couldn't believe James  would stoop to such a level. And when exactly did he determine they had  an issue in Denver? She should have been the first to know about it and  all weekend her phone was silent from both managing partners of the  firm.

"What's that look about?" Andrew asked curiously. He stroked Jennifer's cheek while his eyes lingered on her lips.

"What look?" She tried to shake her face blank. She needed to remain in  control. She didn't know what type of game James was playing, but she  wasn't going to be caught being the fool. "So when do you leave?"

Andrew smiled. "My bags are already packed. I'm taking my own plane out.  Figured it'd be better because then, I can hop back in a couple of days  for a bite to eat with you."

Jennifer chuckled. How could she forget he actually owned his own plane? "You can do that?"

"Sure. It's just a two hour trip," he shrugged. "It'll give my pilot something to do."

Forcing a chuckle, Jennifer looked down. "You're serious."

Andrew smirked and lifted Jennifer's face again by pushing on her chin. "My phone will still work. You can text. You can call."

She forced a smile. He thought she was upset about him leaving for two  weeks. That thought hadn't even settled over her. She was still trying  to grasp the concept of James actually having the balls to ship Andrew  away for two weeks. That was just absurd and he was completely  overstepping the line of professionalism.