Hannah's POV

Ashley; Hey girl, we should definitely meet up after work. You were gone by the time I woke up.

Me; Sure. But you better have an apology waiting for me. You completely ditched me yesterday.

Ashley;  Sorry babes. Library date?

I smiled and texted back.

Me; Sounds like a deal
            
Ashley; Wait, you didn't tell me how last night went.

I would tell her later. Knowing her, she wouldn't stop texting me till I tell her about last night. My platform heels clicked behind me as I walked down the linoleum floors of the office with a stack of papers in one hand and my phone in another, trying my best to have a successful workday while aching and suffering from a brutal hangover. I needed to work my ass off in this job because it took so long to get it and I also finally saw a way to drown myself with excess work which would help me forget about my break up.            
    
Besides, now I had enough cash to join Ashley fully on the rent. It had been a 70/30 situation for a while and I brought the smallest ratio.

The office was overlapped in an unfamiliar buzz, one that originated from the fact that our boss, Vincent Black, owner of Steamy Principles,  one of the biggest publishing company in New Fort and holding a net worth of tens of billions of dollars, was coming over today. The female staff were restless, as for the first time in many months he was coming to the office today of all days, just to pick up some important files though his call had informed me, a call that had woken me up from my deep, tired slumber and successfully managed to ensure I got to work early. 

Last night was quite surprising. Even with the alcohol I could still vividly remember every touch, every scent and every action of the man from yesterday. It was filthy but heart racing to think of. I shook my head—I was at work. Whatever had happened, happened, and although I was glad about how the events turned out, it was not something I wanted to experience again. I'd achieved what I wanted and now it was time to focus on my work.

Pressing down the elevator buttons, I was enveloped in a shrill silence but before long the doors groaned open, and I was met with the quite vacant lobby that led to the boss's office. The receptionist, Ada, and a few others from marketing were perched over a laptop and muttering over something with palpable delight, in which, I highly suspect, were pictures of our boss. I had never seen him before, a strange yet true situation even as his secretary.

Mr Vincent did not play around when it came to work, and it was either one business trip or another, ones I was supposed to be on, but he said he preferred me managing his affairs here than following him around, which I honestly felt was tiring.

Since I had only just recently gotten the job, two weeks now, this would be my first time ever setting my eyes on him. I rolled my eyes at the women and walked into my office, the familiar scent of lavender and papers wrapping around my nose, feeling closer to home. I loved my job, difficult as it was. It filled me with so much energy and made me forget all my problems, leaving my blood thudding in my veins with a hunger for. Answering all the calls and planning the schedules, and managing all the data and accounts, that was enough to send all the thoughts of rich accented voices and brutal yet sensual touches away from my mind.

I bit my lip; I did want to see him again though.

No Hannah, getting knee-deep into this would lead to nothing but consequences. You have gotten what you wanted, be content with that.

Shaking my head for what felt like the hundredth time today, a small breath eased out my lips. I brought out my phone which was—I sighed again—bombarded with millions of messages from Ashely asking how last night went, persistently, even though I had texted her back that I would tell her once I reached home, but this was Ashely, she never gave up even if it came to the tiniest matters, so I just ignored her, but she did not seem to want to get the gist of it.

I dropped my phone face down and arranged the stack of papers into a neat pile, like everything was in this room. I and Ashley met in college when I was taking an English major and she Medicine and Surgery degree, more so we were even roommates, and for some reason, an antisocial person like me managed to keep up with Ashely's bubbly and extroverted nature for five years straight, even after college as now were still living together in a small apartment downtown where we shared the rent. Mostly her though but now, I was glad I could help her by going fifty-fifty. 200k dollars per year for a secretary was no joke and there was no way in hell I would want to lose this job.

Tying the curls of my dark 4A hair into a pony tail which was more reliable and efficient for working, I began to take a few papers from a stack to the printer for copying, but loud, almost strange sounds emanating from outside my door caught my attention, and I strode forward wrapping manicured fingers around the knob and wrenching it open, only to find the former crowd I had encountered before arching towards the direction of the elevator. Curious and equally confused, I tapped Rose, one of our marketers on the shoulder and a set of bright blue exited eyes turned to meet mine.

"What's going on? Why is everyone here?"

"Didn't you hear?" she squeaked."He's here!"

"Who's here?"

As if on cue, my question was answered by the sharp ding of the elevator doors which slid open, and instantly a man stepped out, clad in a black Chesterfield coat. He strolled into the lobby, wearing a sharp air of confidence, the rippling of each muscle in his body challenging my sanity. His eyes were darker than the canvas of the night sky, his full, defined lips shifting into a slight, dissatisfied frown, all so familiar in an intimate way that it shouldn't.
              
My breath caught in my throat as my boss, Mr Vincent Black, owner, and CEO of Steamy Principles publishing, and ultimately, the man from last night was striding towards our direction. He was not holding any single hint of the man who had whispered filthy little words into my ear and finger-fucked me till I came all over his hand.
         
Despite being very tipsy last night, I could never forget a pretty face. He ran his eyes over each and every one of the women, who stared at him like he had dropped down from heaven.

"Which one of you is supposed to be my secretary?"

Author's note;
Perhaps Vincent was right. They did meet again.