In Love With My Personal Assistant

By: Audrey Tolhouse

When he first decided to try the corporate castle thing, he had dabbled with the idea of male assistants. To be frank, there was just too much sausage in the atmosphere. Too much testosterone and posturing for dominance. He didn’t like to be tried, so the men were cut and the female secretary’s and assistants applied to the open positions.

He had told himself from the beginning that he wouldn’t get involved. Not just with Jennifer, but with anyone. The communications department head had her eyes set on Melone at one point. She wasn’t as calm as Jennifer, either, and made her intentions known.

It took strength, conviction, and a whole lot of self-control to make that woman see a work affair just wasn’t going to happen. In the end, he referred her to a friend and had to let her go. James liked Jennifer too much for that.

Maybe he took advantage of her gentle quality—he couldn’t even be too sure of that anymore now. All he knew is that he and Jennifer had always had sparks and he had done his best to control his urges. Now he just wasn’t so sure that controlling them had been a good idea.

Things weren’t working out at all like he had hoped. Granted, if he and Katie had stayed together, he would have gotten married. Then what? He wasn’t the cheating type. He admired loyalty and demanded it from his workers. It was only natural that he would hold himself to the same standard; but his connection with Jennifer was real.

The sad truth was that if he had stayed with Katie, he had no way of knowing how he would respond if Jennifer were to come on to him. Would his commitment to loyalty remain steadfast? When he thought of Jennifer, he saw curves, bust, hips, and ass. He actually knew the answer to that question: hell no.

The only way he knew how to keep his emotions at bay was to simply focus on work and ignore everything else. Now he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He wasn’t talking about never having told Jennifer how he felt. That was the second greatest mistake. Partnering with Andrew was the first.

He had to find a way to get that man out the picture so that Jennifer could see the real him. That’s why he finally did it—the jerk move that had Jennifer really pissed at him: he told her how he had really felt.

Honestly, James wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he told her the truth. The glossy eyed stares and flushed cheeks he caught Jennifer with at work were more than enough to tell him that she was more than satisfied with Andrew in her life. He should have left it alone.

He had three years to make his move. And instead of telling Jennifer how he felt, he pursued Katie. He couldn’t have kicked himself harder in the ass even if he tried.

So against his own professionalism, his vow to loyalty, and the good faith of his newest partner, he committed a sure fire dick move and told Jennifer the truth.

Her response? Well, since the one thing she said at that little restaurant on N. Michigan St, was actually nothing. She had said absolutely nothing to him unless it pertained directly to work. In fact, that first day, she had completely avoided him and he had simply kept his distance.

It was a new week now, and although he was normally used to hearing from her throughout the weekend, the past two days had been entirely silent. James Melone didn’t like that. Remember, he was alpha and he didn’t take no so easily.

He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, running absurdly ahead of schedule for the first time in years. It was his turn to surprise Jennifer. He couldn’t let this go. The more silent he remained, the more of a risk he ran of losing Jennifer altogether. He didn’t want that.

He could admit that he had been chicken shit before—he made a mistake. That didn’t mean he had to back down just because she was avoiding him. If that were the case, James never would have acquired the type of wealth he had. No. He was James—fucking—Malone for a reason damnit.

Chapter Two

Refuse to Dance

Jennifer lived close enough to the office where she could walk if she wanted. Most days, she did. It worked out better to walk because then she could get Melone’s breakfast and her own on the way to work.

She wasn’t going to be picking up something for Melone to eat this morning, but she needed the few extra minutes on her short walk to clear her mind. Late autumn breezes rushed through her hair, trying to help jolt her from her memories, but nothing was working.

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