Chapter 19: Chapter: 19

ANDREA

I breathe, my heartbeat finally going back to its normal rhythm now that I'm no longer under Mr Montgomery's intimidating dark stare. I went back to the desk I've been sitting in before he called me in and sat down.

Then I began to browse through all the files Anna—God bless her —had brought me from the previous PA, including Nick's schedules.

I spent the better half of the day scanning through the files and schedules of Mr Nicklaus Montgomery and finding out what my job as his new PA entails.

That evening, when I went to my apartment, I had just thrust the key into the keyhole of my door when my phone started ringing. I knew it could only be her, Jules. She had told me she would call to learn how my first day went.

I waited until I was inside my apartment before I answered the phone. The instant I picked up, Jules started bombarding me with questions.

“Hi Andrea, how did it go? Did Nicklaus suspect anything? I've been anxiously waiting to hear from you. Tell me how it went.” So I did.

Starting from the time I stepped into his office, and how he said he wanted me to be his PA.

“Wow, that's great, so Nicklaus asked you to become his PA?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, he did.”

“Andrea, things are progressing more quickly than I expected. If we're lucky, it won't be long before he's falling right into our trap.” My stomach churned with anxiety.

The inner voice inside my head retorts with The only thing Nicklaus is falling into is your vagina, Andrea.

I quickly shut that voice down. I'm still not comfortable with my new job, so I refuse to even think about having sex with Nick, yet. I can't back out from it either.

Sooner or later, I'm going to start thinking about it and pray I won't freeze in front of him.

“This is even better than being his secretary, Andrea. I have to go, just be careful, okay? I will be calling you with a different number from now on. Call me if there's any problem.” Jules' voice cut through my thoughts before I could panic.

“I will.”

“Bye, Andrea.”

“Bye, Jules.”

I sigh, take off my shoes, and drop my things on the table in front of the TV before plopping on the love seat. I kept replaying my conversation with Nicklaus, the long day I had, and finally caught up with me. My eyes flutter closed as I give in to my body's demands.

It's been three weeks since I started working at NICO-TECH as Nicklaus' personal assistant, reading and replying to his emails, answering his calls.

Writing down and passing along his messages, making reservations for him and his guests at his favorite restaurants, arranging his schedule, freeing up his time, etc. It was hard and demanding work.

I haven't had four hours of sleep since I started working at Nico-Tech. I thought no one could be as busy and hardworking as Jules. But Nick's on a whole other level; he gives the word workaholic a new meaning.

The man's always working. I sometimes wonder how, with his busy schedule, he could have managed to meet a woman and have sex with her. That too for months.

Women are demanding creatures; they'll require time, effort, and energy. I just couldn't picture Nicklaus leaving his work to spend time with a lover.

But then it didn't escape my notice how many gorgeous, sophisticated women come to see him almost every day. One of them might actually be the lover, who knows.

Around five on Thursday, my third week in Nicotech, I was ready to leave for home. I've already packed my things: my bag, phone, planner, etc.

The last thing I had to do before I left for home was to take Nicklaus his mail that I just received. I open his office door and peek inside.

Nicklaus was standing behind his table facing the glass wall, his back to the door, one of his hands in his pants pocket.

Today, he had on a white button-down shirt that melded to his muscular, broad shoulders and charcoal gray pants that only showed his tight butt and long, long legs.

This man was a walking, talking advertisement for manliness. I quickly remind myself why I came to his office.

He was on the phone, but I couldn't just leave without giving him his mail, so I knocked on his office door and asked for his permission to come in. He waved me in. I walked in as he spoke into his phone.

“Tell Mr Fitzgerald the contract would not be renewed if any of our agreed terms are changed in any way, and that is my last word on the topic.” I turned to leave after I kept the mail on his desk.

“Andrea? I was almost out of his office, my hand holding the door open, when his deep, husky voice stopped me. I pivoted.

“Yes, sir?”

“Shut the door, and come here.”