Céline.
She was wearing a baby blue chiffon shirt with a plain black pencil skirt. She held a pencil in one hand and a tray in the other. Her sea blue eyes melted the conviction in Damien’s mind, completely.
He couldn’t resist this woman.
She was so effortlessly beautiful and without doing anything, she caused a lot of things to happen in his body. The moment he saw her, his cock twitched as if acknowledging her presence.
Thousands of Saturday nights at the strip club was not going to wipe the connection between them.
“Did you do all these?” Damien’s voice sounded oddly like a stranger’s voice, it was hoarse and heavy.
“The cleaning or the files?” She asked blushing.
“Both.” Damien looked at her with admiration, he knew she was amazing but he didn’t think she could be this useful as well.
“I have sorted out all the files. Most were actually just finalizing documents. I have made a summary of each of them and sent it to your mail, but I still have a few to sort.”
There he was thinking she would only be a burden and that she wouldn’t know what to do and how to go about it. But she proved him wrong.
She was indeed an angel.
A smart and perfect angel, sent to torture him.
“The ones you actually have to sign, are in the top drawer of your table.”
Her sea-blue eyes seem to lit up with excitement as she spoke about work and moved confidently to the table. She dropped the tray and approached Damien who still stood frozen in admiration of all the work she was able to achieve on her first day.
“As for the cleaning, well I can’t take all of that credit, I got some assistance from the cleaning department.”
She took slow steps towards Damien, never breaking eyes contact.
She reached two steps in front of him and stopped. She cocked her head playfully to the side and smiled up at him. “What do you think?”
Damien was beyond impressed. He was flabbergasted. He could not make out words. Were all personal assistants this efficient? He thought.
Obviously, they had to be this good. Céline couldn’t be the only exception.
He had to take control of himself. He shouldn’t be caught up in her antics like this.
He braced himself wearing an expressionless look and turned his eyes to the old laptop on the table behind him.
“That is yours, I presume?” He asked.
“It is. Erm the receptionist mentioned there has been no provision for a personal assistant office, so I thought I could make use of this space for the time being.”
“Okay.” Damien simply said, returning to his seat.
She was right. He hadn’t made provision for the personal assistant’s office.
When Damien had this building designed, he refused to make provision for a personal assistant’s office. He had seen so many cliché movies, he didn’t want to get entangled in one of those scandals.
“So… is it okay if I use this place then?” Céline asked.
“Yeah, sure. Do what you want.” Damien said with a wave of his hand.
He didn’t want to look at her. When ever his eyes lingered towards her, all he wanted was to kiss her. But he had to stay in control. To do that, he needed to work.
He sat down on his seat and pulled the top drawer open. He found the set of files, Céline spoke of, neatly arranged. When he opened them they were indeed important documents that needed his signature.
His eyes fell on the cup of coffee and tray she had brought in earlier. There were biscuits on it, calling to him. His stomach grumbled, indicating he needed to eat. The breakfast he made at home barely made it past his throat.
“The coffee won’t drink itself, sir.”
The way she said the ‘sir’ made his cock twitch in his pants again and he let out a cuss under his breathe.
Céline was going to be the death of him.
She wasn’t even looking at him. She was focused on something on her old gray laptop and didn’t look up to him, yet she knew he wasn’t drinking his coffee yet.
“How did she know I haven’t touched the coffee when she wasn’t looking? She was definitely an angel,” Damien concluded in his mind.
Without thinking twice about it, he raised the mug to his lips and took a sip. He closed his eyes as the black taste hit his taste buds, it was just the way he liked it.
How did she know black coffee was his favourite?
With the mug still in his hands, he looked at her again. This time she was biting her lips as she scribbled into her notepad, her sea blue eyes glued on the laptop in front of her.
His eyes lingered on her lips.
This woman was surely going to be the end of his freedom.