I flop down on my bed, mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. After I ordered an Uber for Jared who took his time telling me his address, I caught a cab for myself and on the ride home thought of what he did.
I wasn't ready for that, after a wrong second or two of that I remember we pushed each other away almost like we realized what we were doing. It felt wrong, but I'd say I liked the feel of his lips on mine for only a second.
Blame it on the tequila.
Things were a bit awkward after that, a major part of me knows how wrong that felt. Almost like I was kissing Julio, the worst scenario that could happen.
He's low-key my homie and that was wrong in so many ways, I just hope he doesn't remember anything seeing how drunk he was.
I slip off my heels, fumble with the buttons of my shirt but give up after the third button and the skirt I just push down and let fall onto the floor.
I slip under my comforter and close my eyes, thankful that we've finally reached the weekend.
For the last month, weekends were my go to, where I'd sleep for most of the day. Since we came back, or when I came back I realized how many meetings we rescheduled and how many we had to deal with on top of that.
To say I was working my back off would be an understatement, and the knots on my back agree with me.
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"Please make sure you have the centre pieces by Monday, and all the right chairs Luke. Thanks." I sigh as he nods and disappears somewhere.
The Gala is about three days away, and just a week ago Mr Grey had me change the whole decor of the place because he didn't like the colour scheme.
Three months of work all gone down the drain, just because he didn't like the colours and now everything has to be rushed but luckily I had a backup idea to save me.
You don't work for Xander Grey for four months without learning something.
Maneuvering myself past the buzzing people I finally get a chance to step out into the chilly air of September, taking in a deep breath I wallow in the fresh air.
A people brush past me, making me groan. I take a step and lean against the wall closing my eyes, just then I feel a strong presence before me.
"Señorita?" A smile stretches on my lips as I open my eyes.
"Hi sir." I mumble taking him in, it's quite rare that I see him in casual clothes but like always he looks hot anything he wears.
A tight white shirt along with dark blue tight jeans, topped off with a large brown coat with the collar up to protect him from the September weather.
His hair is a bit ruffled up like he's been running his fingers through it a lot, he smirks when he catches me checking him out.
"Are you ready?" He asks, my eyebrows furrow, I glance at the my wristwatch.
14:32
"Oh, sorry. My mind is everywhere." I mumble blushing, "just give me a second."
I head inside and grab my coat, I spot Luke and give him my clipboard asking him to please take care of the rest for today.
Outside my boss is waiting for me by his signature matt black Audi A8, I walk towards him and shockingly he opens the door for me.
I gape at him for a second, "since when are you a gentleman?" I blurt out suddenly, my eyes widen gauging his reaction.
He squints his eyes slightly then chuckles, again shocking me. "Todavía tienes mucho que aprender sobre mí señorita." He answers making me shake my head and enter the car.
*You still have a lot to learn about me señorita*
What don't know about Mr Grey?
Clearly a lot more.
Okay but I've covered the basics; he hates anything shell fish related, he his putty in Noelle's palms, Nic and him have been friends since seventh grade, he doesn't like his father that much but he is family oriented, the twitch of his eyebrows and squinting of his eyes when he's in deep thought, he sleeps like the dead, he's a Manchester City fan.
I kind of figured that out when I saw the shirt in his wardrobe in his work bedroom and maybe heard him and Nic talk about it once.
And finally, we apparently went to the same highschool together. Shocking right?
What I couldn't seem to fathom about it, is how I didn't remember that fact, I still remember most people from highschool so how could I not remember him of all people?
The car comes to a halt infront of this gorgeous facade of the shop called 'AS'.
Amelia Sainte.
I step out of the car and gape at the shop, I've walked past it so many times and never thought I'd get the chance to ever step foot inside.
"Time is of the essence." I snap out of it to see my boss holding the door open for me, I take a hesitant step inside.
It's not as busy as any of the other affordable shops we all know of, racks and racks of clothes that I wished I had the money to buy fill the space.
Mr Grey leads us to the pay counter, the girl looks up at us and smiles at my boss. Her eyes travel up and down his body, a glint in her eyes.
I frown slightly but smile when the man besides me clears his throat to draw her attention. "Uh sorry. How can I be of your assistance?" She asks pulling her shirt lower to show her cleavage.
"Amelia." He says, she looks behind her for a second.
"I'm sorry, she's busy. But I can help you, just tell me what you want and I'd be happy to oblige." She smirks slightly.
"Ginny darling don't be a b*tch. Xander chéri est que vous?" A strong French accent comes, I smirk watching Ginny's face scrunch up in annoyance.
*Xander darling is that you?*
"Amelia, comment vas-tu? Ça fait longtemps." Another thing to add to the list. Multilingual.
*Amelia, how are you? It's been long.*
She grins and engulfs him in a hug, Mr Grey wraps her arms around her waist hugging back.
"Beaucoup trop long chéri." She mumbles over him. *Far too long darling*
They pull back and Amelia holds on to his hands, Amelia is a very beautiful woman. Long blond hair, hazel eyes with flecks of green somewhere there.
Research says that she's fifty two but she doesn't look a day over thirty, and that is a fact. Lord knows how many male celebrities have proposed to her, and yet she still remains single to 'live my life'.
Amelia looks at me, "Et qui est la beauté?" She asks eyeing me up and down. *And who is the beauty?*
"Rosaleigh, my assistant." He replies, I smile extending my hand to her.
She grabs my hand, lifts it up and turns me side to side. "Elle n'est pas comme votre habituel." She smirks her eyes staying on me. *She isn't like your usual.*
"Elle est différente." I raise an eyebrow at my boss, different?
"Différent dans a good way. I hope." She brings my hand down and hugs me like she did my boss. Her scent invades me nose, just as I had expected. Dior. *Different in...*
They continue talking in French, while I just stand there and...stand. Finally they both direct their attention to me, "She's the lucky girl?" Amelia asks.
My boss nods making me raise my eyebrow in question, "Come chéri, time waits for no one." She takes ahold of my hand and drags me to the door she came from.
My mouth falls open, vibrant colours fill the room. Dresses upon dresses covering every inch of the walls, I know I've never been one for dresses, heck I hate the pencil skirts I wear to work but I wouldn't mind having a few dresses in her.
Amelia draws me out of my awe and turns me around, "26?" She asks. I raise an eyebrow.
"Waist." She clarifies, I nod my head. She turns from me and starts going through dresses, I cautiously walk looking for some dresses that catch my attention.
"How long have you been working for Xander?" She asks, I stop my movements and turn to her.
"Four months now?" I answer unsure, she pulls out a green dress and sticks it out infront of her looking at me for a second before shaking her head.
"You know, you are the first assistant to last three months with Xander. He's considered a little too bourreau de travail? How do you say it in English? Workaholic? Too bossy." She asks.
I chuckle lightly, "Workaholic, he isn't as bad as most say. Or I've just never seen it as that, he knows what he wants and he does his best to achieve it. Long hours, taking care of casualties comes with it." I respond pulling out a gold dress and gently placing it on the couch.
Amelia comes to my side and inspects the dress, "You have good taste. Unlike the other putes that he usually brings, different one each event and they act like they're 'all it'? You youngsters say?" *Wh*res*
For the next ten minutes we walk arojdn in silence looking for something that would look good on me.
Five dresses later I'm standing on the plinth looking at myself in the mirror, the dress I have on is silver. It hugs my curves perfectly, open back, deep V-line that ends at my belly button, it goes down mid-thigh and has thin spaghetti straps.
"Not your style. Too Lisa, try this one." She hands me a black sparkly dress and sends me back to the changing room.
Lisa?
This isn't the first time I've heard of her, and in both cases I'm somewhere in that sentence.
After Amelia helps me zip up the dress, I gasp lowly at how perfectly it looks and fits me.
Heart neckline that cups my breasts perfectly showing a bit of cleavage, the straps are a bit thicker than the previous dress's, it's open on the sides of my ribs with a band between to hold the back and front together.
It hugs my body like second skin, cinches my waist making it look smaller than it already is then goes around my curves then straight down, a slit that starts from the very beginning of my right thigh.
With the right movements in the right lighting, it sparkles like disco ball. I can already picture the dress with some bloody red heels I have at home.
"Perfect, no?" I nod absent-mindedly still struck by my image.
A few seconds later I feel someone lifting my foot up, I look down and catch the designer slipping on some red heels on it.
At the half finished image we smile, "Perfect."
"How about you change and I'll go talk with Xander."
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