"Ew, what is that." Bella wrinkled her nose as I spun around in the new dress pants I had purchased.

"They're sensible." I protested.

"They make your butt look sad."

"A butt can't look sad."

"I used to think that too, but here we are with you sad, grandma butt." Bella chided.

"I get it." I yelled, but I couldn't help but laugh at her stupid comment. As I turned for one last look in the mirror with the new pants I had to say that she was right. The butt that I worked so hard on in the gym almost nonexistent now. I just snorted with laughter before I yanked off the pants and pulled on soft, velvet shorts that I could sleep in instead.

But my friend was on a mission now and though I had given up she was far from it.

"This is it." Bella announced, her back turned to me as she dug through my closet. When she spun to face me she had a bright red dress draped over her arm, "Your butt looks amazing in this. And I feel like this dress says that you are tough, all-business, but still a feminine woman beneath all that stiffness. You'll cut someone, but you'll look good doing it."

And it was one hell of a dress. It had always looked amazing on me, timeless and simple. It hugged my body tightly, hit my legs just above the knee and that deep v revealed just enough cleavage to be enticing. This dress was nothing if not powerful and sexy. And if my first day had gone any differently I would've agreed with Bella. This dress would've been a perfect fit for that building.

But I was the newest hire and I had become Miles's personal assistant overnight after announcing that I already knew him and leaving the bar with him while I was drunk. I knew the rumors that I would have to compete with tomorrow and I didn't want to encourage them by wearing something so flashy and sensual. I had already seduced the boss, but I didn't need to own it so proudly. I was there to work, nothing else.

So maybe carrying around a grandma butt wasn't such a bad idea.

"Okay, I've had enough to the silence. You're going to tell me what's wrong." Bella ordered, folding her arms over her chest. There was no humor to the stance but it was hard to take her seriously because of her big glasses and her overall lovable demeanor.

Still, I wanted to get it off my chest. With a defeated sigh I flopped backwards onto my bed which was covered in other clothing options. Mickey let out a disgruntled squeak at my sudden arrival but then moseyed onto my stomach, sniffing at me as he went. When he found a comfortable spot he laid down and let out a little purr.

"Spill it, even Mickey can feel your stress."

"Fine, I got a promotion." I revealed.

"And that is why you want to wear shapeless pants. Are you serious? We should be having champagne and caviar! A promotion on the first day? What kind of luck is that?"

"Miles is my boss." I continued, my voice bleak.

"Wait, what?"

And so I went into the full story of my day. I recounted how cold and icy Rachelle was and touched on how many people there were just on that floor. And I told her about how I had stumbled upon Miles. Everything that came after that still seemed like some wild dream that edged on being a nightmare. It was hard to believe that such a bizarre occurrence had actually happened to me.

"Did your promotion come with a raise?"

"That's your first question?" I barked.

"Hey, money is important. If you're going to be accountable to the man directly then I would hope that you get some more money in your pocket."

"Yes, my salary is increased over the year."

"Then I'm not seeing a problem. You get more money, your boss is super hot, you stay away from the angry lady, and you get to keep your job." She said, ticking off each statement on her fingers.

I idly ran my hand through Mickey's fur letting her words settle over me.

"When you put it like that it's a little hard to be angry about. But I still don't want to wear that dress and give people the wrong idea."

"People are going to get the wrong idea no matter what. You might as well wear something that your butt looks good in."

I could only laugh at her comment and pull Mickey to my chest for a small hug.

"You're right. Now are you still up for that champagne and caviar? Or how about the poor woman's replacement: chips and coffee?"

The next morning I did wear that bright red dress. I stayed in front of the mirror for longer than I needed to while constantly wondering if this was the best move I could make. It's not like the dress was overly provocative. In fact it would've been my first pick if I hadn't seen Miles yesterday. But now it seemed like I was slipping into the rumors everyone had made for me. But were they even rumors if some of them had seen us leaving the bar together?

I rolled my shoulders back and ticked my chin up. What they thought was not important. I had worked hard to get this job and I would not let it slip so easily.

About half an hour later a stack of papers was slammed down on the desk I had been carefully arranging to make it my own.

"Good morning, Miles." I growled without looking up at him

"Mr. Miller," he corrected, "I want you to go through all of these documents and see which ones actually need my signature and which don't."

"Excuse me?"

"You should understand the law enough to know that some of these are going to have clauses which will then allow you to sign in my place. I don't have time for all these."

"Shouldn't we go on a tour of the office or something first?"

"I'm sorry Nike but I run a business. I don't have time for the in depth tour that Rachelle puts on. Please have these on my desk by lunch."

"Have I done something wrong?" I asked. He was already walking into his office, leaving me behind much like Rachelle had. Though his behavior was distant at best my eyes still dribbled over his well fitted pants as they passed.

"No, but you didn't want to raise anymore suspicion than we already have and being my assistant is a full time, high stress job."

"Right."

"Now, unless you have any other questions I have a very full schedule today and you do too."