Chapter Ten: Compassionate Towards the New Personal Assistant

Adam

Heather Summers. The mere thought of that woman gives me a headache and seeing her definitely gives me a migraine and now she is making me plot her death. How dare she! How dare she say something like that to the woman that I wanted, the woman that I was trying to get. That damn wrench was a pain in the ass, and I am so happy that I let her go. I do regret that I had called her the other night to warm my dick with that tongue and pussy of hers but that’s a mistake, I will regret forever.

Now here she was in my company behaving like a little-spoiled child that has been told no, kicking and screaming my name over and over again giving me a splitting headache. Shaking my head at her behavior, I closed the door in her face before I went to sit down. With my eyes closed, and my head held down, I pinched the bridge of my nose before letting out a deep breath.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Emily was watching me with concern, looking plastered all over her face. Thank God, she didn’t look upset or had a disgusted look on her face.

“Are you okay Mr. Jacobs?” She asked, her voice mirroring the image that is plastered on her face. Offering a polite smile, I nodded my head. That smile had taken all my strength, just so the muscles in my face could go up so I could smile at her to reassure her. My headache seemed to have intensified making my head feel light and a bit dizzy when I heard my phone rang and saw that it was Heather calling.

That damn woman is going to let me do things a man should not do to a lady if she keeps pushing my buttons with her delusional self.

Opening my drawer, I reached for two Tylenol. Swallowing them, I closed the bottle and rested it back in my drawer before closing that also. Resting my head on the desk, I waited for the pills to take effect before I looked up at Emily who still had a concerned expression on her face.

“Emily, I mean Ms. Martinez I am okay. There's no need to worry about me.”

Nodding her head, she said, “I'll be back in five minutes,” before getting up. Walking out, she came back exactly four minutes later and gave me a hot cup of black coffee. It was strong just the way I like it.

Sipping on it, I could feel the tense muscles in my body relax. After I had finished drinking it, I could feel my headache had subsided and that it was a dull ache that had remained. Thanking her, she smiled at me then asked, “What else should I write down in the notebook?”

“Where were we?”

“Nowhere, you were interrupted by Miss Summers.”

“Oh right, I need you to remind me that I have a meeting at ten am tomorrow. We will have a date the first Friday of next month at seven in the evening and the Monday of the following week at eight I am supposed to have dinner with a business associate so I need you to call and confirm.”

“Sir, you said I should write that we have a date the evening after tomorrow at seven pm. I am not sure if I can make it.”

“Mrs. Martinez, are you purposely standing me up or you're just that busy?”

“Purposely standing you up,” she replied seriously.

“Why?” I felt confused and hurt by this revelation.

“I am your personal assistant, you're my boss, it would look inappropriate for you to be talking to me in a restaurant. People will be talking and I don’t want my name to be dragged through the mud. If I wasn't working for you I would have agreed.”

Laughing at her I replied, “Emily––Ms. Martinez don’t worry about that, you did promise me a date. And so, what if people talk? If they want to keep their jobs they know they will have to keep their mouths shut and I am the boss I make the rules. So, is it a date?”

She was just sitting there, staring at me. She seemed to be having an internal fight with herself about whether she should accept or not. “Okay fine, we can go on a date.” Giving her a big smile, I continued telling her what to write down. After she was finished she excused herself and went back to her office. Holding my head back against the softness of the black leather chair I started thinking about Heather.

How could she embarrass me like this? Throwing her tantrums and behaving like a child in front of my employees and painting me in a bad light. Yeah, I had fucked her that night, it didn’t mean I wanted her to go blab her mouth to everyone.

Heather wasn't the first one to come to my company and behave like this, the employees on this floor were used to seeing “these types of women” but Emily, she must have thought the worst of me. She must have wondered why I behaved so cold towards Heather. Probably I was the one reading too much in the situation and being paranoid. She didn’t have any look on her face that indicated that she was disgusted, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking it, my subconscious bite back before I shook the thoughts out of my head.

I was starting to lose myself to this woman. Last night she was the one who stopped me from bending that redhead over and fucking her right there in that room. When I had gotten the text from her, it was like it shook me back into reality and made me realize that if I wanted this to work between me and her, I had to really let go of my old lifestyle even though it would be painful. Emily was a lovely person with a caring soul, and I didn’t want to hurt her in any way possible.

Getting up, I took up the coffee mug and walked outside of my office, and went down to the kitchen where I gave one of the office services the mug. Walking back to my office, I could feel the eyes of my employees on me and I could hear the hushed whispering, and gossip floating around. Turning towards them, I barked “stop the whispering and glancing around, you're all here to work not gossip and if I hear this come up again I am going to fire everyone on the spot.”

The room had gotten deadly quiet which had made me feel pleased with myself. Going back inside my office, I checked the time and saw that it was thirty minutes past nine. I need to get down to work, Heather and her tantrums had thrown me off track. Picking up the office phone, I dialed Emily’s line. “Mrs. Martinez, there is a file titled A. Williams could you go get for me, it's in the filing room, the files are arranged in order by the last name.” Hanging up the receiver, I waited for her to bring the file. When she did, I told her to sit right in front of me.

Taking the file from her I was looking through it when I saw her fidgeting nervously while she was playing with her fingers. “Is there a problem Miss Martinez?”

“Sir I was wondering if I could get an early lunch? I wanted to check on my mom and also, I have to prepare lunch for her. I can't let what happened the last time happen again.”

“Okay, don’t worry. We can go to the deli across the street, where you can order lunch and something for your mom and I will drop you home and back to work.”

“Sir,” she said nervously. “I-I'm not going to eat lunch. I am on a budget and I um––” Holding up my hand, I stopped her in mid-sentence. I understood her financial burden and I could see that she was embarrassed to be telling me this type of personal information. I also could see relief flooding her face when I had stopped her.

“It's okay Emily, I will take care of it. We can leave at one pm, you can go back to your office.” Nodding her head politely she thanked me before she hastily got up and left.

“Why do I care so much for you Emily?” I asked myself. When I first met her, I was infatuated with her. In a sense that I just wanted to taste her, fuck her and then get her out of my system then that’s it. But no, my mind and heart had other ideas. Wincing from that word, heart which I didn’t seem to have much off these days. I sighed before I ran my hands through my hair before going back to work.

A few hours had passed and I was finishing up with the William file when I heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out to the person on the opposite side. Looking up, I saw Emily coming in with her handbag in her hand.

“Sir, it's time for us to go to the deli,” she said with worry in her voice.

“Is everything okay Ms. Martinez?” I asked with concern.

“I am just worried about my mom, that's all.”

“I understand,” I replied before I got up and took up my jacket that was dubbed over my chair. Putting it on, I closed the file and stored it away. Walking outside of the room with Emily in tow, we took my private elevator to the lobby where we went around the back to the underground parking garage. Getting inside my car we put on our seatbelts before I drove out. Going around the block, I stopped in front of the deli that served the best sandwiches. Getting out of the car, I could feel the heat of the sun pelting through my skin which made me began to walk fast so I could quickly get inside and escape the sun’s heat.

Ordering a sandwich for lunch, I told Emily she could order whatever she liked.

Ordering two sandwiches and soup for herself and her mom, I paid the bill. Getting back inside my car I drove to her apartment. The car ride was quiet and I found myself thinking about my mom. Wondering if she was here if she would approve of my lifestyle––well probably not and how well she and Emily would get along if and when they met. “Sir I want to thank you again,” Emily’s voice came out shattering my thoughts. We were now a block away from her apartment

“Emily, I know you are thankful you don't have to keep telling me every minute.” Smiling at me, she nodded her head before leaning her head against the seat relaxing. Arriving at her home, she got outside the car. Sitting back comfortably I unwrapped my sandwich and started eating while I waited for her to come back.

After I had finished eating, I saw that Emily was not back as yet. I was just about to unbuckle my seatbelt when I could hear her heels hitting against the concrete. Opening the passenger door, she sat down with a horrified expression on her face.

“Emily is everything okay? Why do you look so pale and terrified?”

“It's nothing. My mom said I should thank you for the sandwich and the soup. You can drive now. We can go back to work.”

“Emily, are you sure everything is okay?”

“Yes, I am sure, just drive already,” she nearly shouted. I knew something was wrong with her but she didn't want to tell me and I wasn't going to push her. I couldn't blame her I was still a complete stranger and her boss.