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I nod and my eyes survey theroom.
Gray walls accented by white crownmolding.
Walls with framed posters of lingerie-wearing models on thecatwalk.
A sleek leather couch that faces floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic views of thecity.
And a desk with two computers, a few file folders, and a small gold-framed photo of a dark-haired woman wearing a flowery dress. The chic black-and-white photo captures the woman smiling as she looks down, her hand caressing her remarkably roundbelly.
His sister? Hiswife? What if the Internet is wrong? Maybe he’s a happily married man with a baby on theway.
The sound of Antonio clearing his throat, interrupts my theorization. “Here’s a few papers for you to fill out. Just some information that Liza will enter in the computer tomorrow. You know…your full name, address, emergency contact, etcetera.” He hands me the small stack of papers. “You can take them home and bring them back tomorrow, all filledout.”
He rises from his chair and straightens the collar on his shirt. “Let me show you to youroffice.”
My office, an extension of his, is quaint and tidy. I snap a quick selfie of me sitting behind my desk and send it to Stacy and Emma, showcasing myelation.
They both immediately reply with a happy faceemoji.
Antonio peers in, leaning on the frame of my officedoor.
Why, oh why, does he have to look soyummy?
Pressed Pants. Crisp White Button Down. LeatherShoes.
He’s like a goddamn living, breathing front cover of a GQmagazine.
“So, what do you think of your office?” he says, now steppingin.
“It’s perfect.” I pause as I survey the room. “I’ll add some feminine touches to liven it up but, all in all, it’s quitefantastic.”
He sits down on the edge of my desk, his blue eyes, dark and smoky, momentarily fixed on mine. “Come,” he gestures with his hand for me to follow and smiles softly. “I’ve gotta be in Westwood in an hour for a brainstorming meeting with our marketing firm. You’ll need to meet them anyway, so you might as well join me. You can takenotes.”
“Of course.” I stand, collect my purse along with the stack of new hire paperwork, and follow close behind my new boss, all too eager to begin my first assignment as his personalassistant.
Nervous? Notanymore.
Somehow, I get the rather astute impression I’m going to like ithere.
