I was actually proud of myself. I had managed to get up, shower, grab coffee (and not spill it), and arrive at work by 5:45 AM. I chose to wear black slaves and a white button up, opposed to my usual Tuesday skirt. The pants were loose around the waist- seeing I had been losing weight drastically the past few months.

As I arrived into my office, I set down the two coffees on my black desk and pulled out a sticky note pad.
Call mother.
I needed to put it down instantly before I would forget later.

I then made my way towards me new boss's room, holding his coffee in my hand. His door was wide open and he was standing in front of his computer. His jacket was around the arm of one of his chairs and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The man's muscles were practically bulging out of his shirt and I could see his defined pectorals through the front of his black button up.
His brown hair was pushed back to reveal his dark brown eyes and I licked my dry lips.

I bet if Amy and Caleb were here they'd be having a visual orgasm.
"Excuse me," I say softly, knocking on the side of his door. He was unmoved by my statement so I spoke louder. "Excuse me, Mr. Carter." He glanced up at me, and I raised my eyebrow.
"Excuse you Ms. Banks. I'm impressed you managed to get here 15 minutes earlier than I instructed." His tone showed sarcasm and I pressed my lips into a thin line. He eyed me carefully and I slowly walked forward to hand him his drink.
He sipped it once and flinched back, his eyebrows narrowing down and his face turned up into disgust.

"I like my coffee black." He muttered handing it back to me. Ass. "My apologies, sir." I reply, shaking my head instantly.
"I didn't know. I-I-" But he holds his hand up to stop me. I was probably babbling like an incoherent buffoon.
"Ms. Banks, please calm down. I'm not going to rip your throat out for a mere incident. It's just coffee." He reassures and I close my eyes and nod.
"Right," I breathe out and I watch as he reaches into his pants to retrieve a black iPhone.

"This whole office is upgrading in its technology, hence why your computer might have been acting up yesterday and since you're my personal assistant, I want you upgraded to the swiftiest and easiest form of technology. I transferred all my information to this phone. This will be your new phone- you may use it however you please too." Mr. Carter explains and hands me my new device.

"Black?" I whisper and I'm unaware that he hears me until he says, "It shows profession. It's conservative and strictly business-like." I blink at him and tilt my head to the side curiously. "So since the office is doing this massive technology upgrade and you are my boss. Will my new devices be tracked?" I ask and he almost seems humored.
"No, but now that you have surfaced the question, I'm curious as to what you'd be doing on your new phone." He says raising an eyebrow.
Should I ask how much data I have? I don't want to run up the bill...
He's not my father!
He's my boss.
Should I tell him I have a phone?

"No, it was just out of curiosity. I didn't know if you were one of those controlling impulsive boss's who have to dictate everything around them." I say these words of course in slight sarcasm.
Hopefully to lighten the tension between us, I mean we were going to be working with each other after all.

"According to you yesterday, I am." He retorts back, widening his brown eyes and putting his hands in his pockets.
I gulp for a moment and smile nervously, "I'm sorry. I didn't...well..."
Mr. Carter laughs at my stuttering and shakes his head, "You meant it. And that's okay, just don't get on my bad side." He warns and his voice suddenly turns into a low baritone.
"Wouldn't want to. Thank you again for giving me this job." I say truthfully and he nods and flashes me a disinterested gaze.

"We all deserve a chance at a fresh start eh? Despite what Tina- I mean Ms. Newmort may think. Now I have some fax being sent over from my old business, I want you to look it over and send a notification back that you have read all terms. Understood Ms. Banks?" He says sternly. So this guy wasn't so serious all the time? I was actually surprised.

"Yes sir." I hear myself say and turn on my heel.
Maybe working with him wouldn't be so bad after all
* * * *

Caleb bought me breakfast. He sensed that I had not eaten and brought me a blueberry muffin while Amy stuffed her face with a burger. It wasn't even 11 AM!

To my unfortunate surprise, Mr. Carter didn't include the fact that over 15 fucking people would be sending 5-paged essay on how they wished him good luck at his new promotion.
Most of the emails were snarky and even included some personal information on his sex life.
How women kept appearing in the main office looking for him.
Or how they're going to miss him bringing females into his office to have sex with.

I learned more about him just by reading these emails.
He was a pig. And he was constantly preying on females.

And I had the joy of being his personal assistant.

"How's your megalomaniac boss?" Amy asks, licking her fingers clean of excess ketchup asks.
"From these emails, a sex pig," I reply,as I begin to type the 8th email in response to one of his old co-workers.

"What do you mean?" Caleb asks and I scoff in amusement.
"Mr.Carter literally is getting emails of men gloating about how now that he's gone, they can fùck his ex-fùcks. This man has sex more than he discusses business transactions. He's a sex fiend!" I practically cry out, glancing towards the door to make sure it's closed.
Wouldn't want another mishap like yesterday and get on my his bad side.

"Have you even done research on his old business? He might run an escort service." Amy suggest and Caleb rolls his eyes.
That's what Amy was hoping for and we all knew it.
"I doubt he runs a sex service." I mutter and she shrugs, "I hear it all the time on the news. Most of the time when men fùck on the job and still keep their job is if sex is apart of their job." She continues to babble and I wave her off.

"No, apparently he was a phenomenal business man but just had a very public sex life." I explain.

"Maybe you'll be his next victim." Caleb teases and I reach over to slap his knee.
"Very funny. How's everything with Ms. Newmort?" I ask, pausing briefly to take a sip of my now- cold coffee.

"Ms. Newmort has been on dick all morning. You should really be happy you're overly small cubicle is in the way back so you wont have to endure the falcon squalling at us of up front." Caleb tells me, he hops up on my desk as he normally did and began swinging his feet back and forth.

"What's she been doing?" I ask, typing frantically on my computer. "First of all, she wore this hideous yellow top, and the buttons are down. You can totally see that she's wearing a push up bra." Amy asserts and I chuckle softly at her.

"Come on give her some slack, at least she's trying. She's not being so hostile and scary." I defend as I finish with the report. "Scary? Hah, you should see her makeup." Caleb scoffs, crossing his arms.

"Don't you have something better to do? Write reports or something?" I ask, trying to get her to do something productive.
"Nope, that's the sad part about being an executive. I have one huge report a week, and I'm done by the next morning. It's 10:30 and I have done no damage at all whatsoever." She protests poking her lip out.
"What about you Caleb?" I ask and he shakes his head. "I have a meeting at one and then during my break, I plan on getting a quick fuck." He admits casually and Amy and I glare at him.
"Who could you possibly be fucking now? Is it Ann or Robbie?" Amy asks which causes Caleb's blue eyes to glisten with amusement.
He wiggles his eyebrows and says, "Both."

"I swear you get laid more than both of us combined. You get way more dick than I do." Amy complains.
"And pùssy." Caleb adds and Amy shoves his shoulder.
"But I'm not bisexual." Amy defends.

"It's questionable, I read your fan fictions Amy. Why on earth would Katy Perry be sleeping with Angelina Joile in your brain? I have no idea." Caleb teases as he throws his hands up in defeat.
Amy crosses her arms across her chest and turns away from Caleb, causing me to snicker.

"You guys act like high schoolers." I complain and Caleb smirks.
"Lighten up! We're just poking fun. Besides, you love hearing us banter." Amy says, shaking my arm.

"Hey, it's better than doing 15 replies to selfish Utahan men." I point out, cracking my knuckles getting ready for number 9.
"But at least you're working for that sexy piece of man. By the way, what's with the new phone?" Amy says in awe, grabbing my new iPhone that I failed to lock.

"Boss Man did it," I explain , snatching my phone back.
"Did he Hotwire it so he can see what you do on it?" Caleb asks me, taking it from my hands.
"He said he didn't."
"Lie." Caleb replies back instantly.

"Ooh! You mean he can see everything?" She squeals and I nod. "You've done enough- lets have some fun shall we? Tumblr Time!" She exclaims, times like this I was happy that I had a room in the back.

"No! I can't. Stop it!" I whine and Amy then takes the phone from Caleb and dabbles in it.

"He didn't say anything about breaks now did he? He didn't restrict you from doing anything right?" She preaches and bats her long eyelashes at me. I say nothing, "Exactly, so let's have some fun," She chimes, and Caleb looks over her shoulder.

"If sex pops up, get off." I warn and Amy's mouth drops in disbelief.

"It's my Tumblr, what are you going to expect? Me reblogging pictures of baby Jesus? No, you're going to see gifs and short videos of women getting pounded balls deep by sexy men with big dícks." She explains with an amused grin and Caleb shrugs.

"Are you forgetting, she's a virgin? She doesn't know the world of this pleasure. Not that there's anything wrong with being a virgin." Caleb assures, leaning forward to brush my hair across my face.

"Just because I'm not as sex crazed as the both of you, doesn't mean I don't think about it." I rush out and Caleb and Amy both raise an eyebrow at me.

"Fine. Okay maybe I don't think about it. I never got around to it." I admit in defeat.

"That's alright but just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you have to rain on us nymphos parades! I love rough sex. I bet you'll like it too once you've tried it." Amy whispers and Caleb nods his head in agreement.

"Rough sex is the key to a healthy lifestyle. It keeps you regular." Caleb says in a hushed tone and Amy slaps his arms.
"That's if you eat prunes to make you shít, not sex, you pervert."
Amy has nerve.

"Well rough sex or not, I'm going to be a virgin until I get married- if I ever get married, now scat! I'm trying to do the rest of my work." I finally say, shoo-ing both of them away.
"Fine. Fine. We're done harassing. Don't forget to eat the muffin!" Caleb quickly scolds and Amy nods in agreement. "At least finish half of it." She quickly adds and I shake my head and mumble, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
I slowly take a bite to ensure their satisfaction and watch as Amy sets my phone down on my desk and they slip out of my office room.

I have no time to begin more of the emails before my office work phone begins to ring, and I answer it, "Rayleen Banks, PA speaking, how may I help you?" I say making sure to include the fact I was basically like an underdog secretary as well. I almost jump and yelp when I hear my boss's voice.
"Rayleen, I need to see you in my office...now." This was the first time he's used my first name, and I close my eyes for a moment before mumbling, "Right away sir," I hung up the phone and ran my fingers through my red hair and paused.
What had I done now?

I slowly make my way up towards Mr. Carter's room and
I knock briefly before hearing, "Come in,"
He doesn't sound as infuriated as he did on the phone, but his voice was stern. I turn the doorknob slowly, peeking my head through to see Mr. Carter leaned back into his chair, gazing up at me as he tapped his hand on his desk.
"Shut the door." He instructs deeply and I do so.

"What is it that you need sir?" I ask respectfully.
To be completely honest, I was scared shitless but I wasn't going to show it.
Even though my little legs were trembling and my stomach began to bubble as it often did when I was nervous.

"I'm quite disappointed in you." He says, rubbing his shaven chin. His office is large and boxes filled the room; he still had not unpacked.
Oh shittÿ stick bricks....did he hear my conversation with Amy and Caleb?

"Pardon?" I say my voice shakily.

Please don't tell me I got on his bad side...

"You sent Mr. Roberts an email to room 243." I pause for a moment. What was the issue?

"And?" I ask
."And, room 243 is Ms. Cassidy's."
Oh lord; this is what it's about?
I open my mouth, "I'm sorry Mr. Carter-" He stops me, "And you should be." He pauses.

"I want those two redone and sent by noon. You may go." He says dismissing me from his presence and then turning around in his seat. I blink for a moment, completely astonished and almost humored and I let out a large sigh of relief and slip out of his office.

He really called me in his office to say that? When it could've been discussed over the phone or even through text?

I made my way towards my office but was quickly stopped by Ms. Newmort.
I had secretly hoped I could avoid her face throughout the rest of the day.
"Ms. Newmort, what a pleasant surprise," I grit through my teeth.
"Rayleen, I will not have you flirting with our new member of staff." She says, her voice clearly being heard by everyone else. I take in her appearance. Her makeup was heavier than yesterday, and one boob was clearly larger than the other.
I noticed her yellow blouse and could see Caleb behind her, making the gagging face and pointing at her shirt and I try to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, almost laughing. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. And I will not have it. You may not be his assistant in this job but I can see that you are out of one after conversing with Mr. Carter Sr. This is a business, not a relationship hotline." She snarls at me and stomps past me, her perfume instantly hitting my nostrils and causing me to frown.
Now where the hell did that come from? One day, I had been working for him. One blasted day! And she thought I was flirting?
How? What?

I glance around the lobby area and notice everyone is pretending as if they had not heard the conversation. But knowing them, they would probably be talking about it in the lounge later on.

But I tried to not let it bother me too much. I only messed up twice today but still managed to stay on Mr. Carter's good side.
2 points for Banks.
And 1 point for Carter for not being a complete douchebag like he was described in his emails.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A lot is already different in this book. I know Elliot seems a lot softer than in the original but please don't actually believe he's going to be like this for the whole book- or even for the beginning.
It's a process, I'm just dragging everything out a lot more.
And I think I am going to split this up into a sequel. I don't know yet, or this might just be an extremely long book.
Next chapter is going to be extremely different. I'm adding, two new chapters before the original 3rd chapter.

And this version will be ...even steamier than before.

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