His Assistant

Chapter Eight - Why?

Olivia’s P.O.V

I had been standing outside of my work for the last ten minutes, trying to encourage myself to go on. I had one thing that has gone well today, I was not hungover, but that was about it. I can’t believe I kissed him last night, what was I thinking? I was drunk, but I am not usually that stupid. He is never going to let me live it down, is he? I made the first move, no seriously what the hell is wrong with me? I can only imagine what he is going to do or say. What would his father think if he knew? Would he fire me? God I hope not, surely he has not told him, then again if Lucas wanted rid of me, then all he had to do was tell his father I threw myself at him, that would surely work.

I was anxious, my hands were sweating, and my heart was racing in my chest. I knew I had to go in. I could not exactly call in sick this soon can I? With any luck Lucas will not even bring it up, who am I kidding? Of course, he is going to bring it up! I took a few deep breaths and headed inside; it was now or never.

I headed up to the office, sort of hoping he was not here yet. I said hello to everyone I saw on the way. I walked by Mr Black’s office, and he was not there, then it clicked that he was in L.A., not back until tomorrow, at least I have a job for one more day. I arrived at the office, and there he was, sitting at his desk, feet propped up and relaxed back. I sorted my clothes and my hair, standing tall and straight before walking in. I had decided I would not mention it, and if he brought it up, I would act like I don’t remember.

“Morning,” I said as I walked in.

“Good morning to you too. How is the head?” He smirked.

“It is fine.” I shrugged, “How are you?” I added.

“Hmm, I am good, excellent.” He said smugly.

I knew what was coming; he was getting ready to bring up what happened last night. I quickly turned away from him, heading over to my desk, placing my things down.

“Do you need anything for breakfast? Coffee?” I asked, still refusing to look at him.

I hear his chair scrape across the floor, his footsteps against the floor, coming in my direction. Lucas soon appeared in front of my desk. He placed his hand on my desk, leaning forward, and I decided I should probably lookup. I slowly lifted my head, being met with him looking at me, smirking and smug.

“We not gonna talk about what happened last night gorgeous?” He said.

“Talk about what happened? I don’t know what you mean. A lot of last night is a blur to me.” I said, lying through my teeth.

I was not great at lying, my face usually goes bright red, and I start twiddling my fingers. Lucas c****d his brow at me, letting out a dark chuckle.

“Bullshit! You know fine well what I am talking about Olivia. You really can’t lie.” He laughed.

“Whatever,” I said back to him, hoping he would drop the subject entirely, wishful thinking?  

Lucas walked around my desk, sitting on the edge of it next to me.

“Why are you blushing Olivia?” He asked.

“Can we drop it, please? It should not have happened. I was drunk. It never meant anything.” I said.

I just wanted this conversation to be done with forever. He reached in, turning my office chair around, pulling it into him as he sat on my desk, his crotch practically in my face, not something I want at this time in the morning or at all.

“Eww,” I said, pushing myself a few inches away from him.

“Calm down woman it is only a crotch.” He laughed, “And I don’t believe that, that it meant nothing, you wanted it.” He added.

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. I can’t pretend like I never enjoyed it, the kiss was amazing, the way it made feel good was terrific, but that doesn’t mean I am going to let it happen again. I had to get away from him, put a distance between us. I stood from my seat, going to walk away from him before I could he grabbed me, pulling me in between his legs, his hand firmly placed on the small of my back to keep me in place.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To get to work,” I said which should be obvious since I am at work.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you never enjoyed that kiss we shared?” He asked.

No! He has worked out I can’t lie, which means he knows if I do as he asks he would see right through my lies. I tried working out in my head what would be my best move right now. Maybe I should tell him the truth, get it over with.

“That is not the point, Lucas. It should never have happened.” I said, shaking my head.

“Why?” He asked, pressing for more information.

I don’t know what he wants from me? Is he expecting me to say I want it to happen again? Explain to him in detail how I enjoyed the kiss?

“Cause I work for your father…for you.” I finally managed to breathe out.

“And? I don’t care, why should you?” He said his hand seeming to be slipping downwards getting close to my ass.

“Unlike you, I need this job. I need the money to live on.” I said.

He never seemed to care about any of that. He finally placed his hands on my ass, pulling me in closer to him, and a loud moan fell from my lips. Could I be any more evident that I am enjoying this? The wrong move, now he knows. Lucas removed one hand from my ass, slowly running it up my entire body until he reached my hair, pushing it out of my face. My breath caught in my throat, and he took that as his permission to make a move.

He wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to his, our lips only inches apart. He skimmed my lips with his own, making me whimper. I could hear his breathing become heavier with our lips close. He was waiting for me to make the next move, waiting for me to close the space between us. I could feel myself giving in to him, and that was my cue to pull away. I quickly pulled away from, leaning against the wall. My breathing was now more oppressive than a moment ago. Lucas smirked jumping to his feet and coming towards me. I was now trapped between his body and the wall. He placed his hands behind me on the wall, desire filling his eyes.

“I know you want to kiss me again,” He said confidently.

I shook my head, well, I tried. I couldn’t even lie that way. He never waited this time; instead, he reached in, crashing his lips against mine. I refused to kiss him back, that lasted only for a moment. I found myself kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him in the same way he was kissing me. He pressed his body against mine, his um, excitement starting to poke through his trousers. The kiss soon became more than a kiss. It became a make-out session. Every hormone in my body was screaming out for more, my body responding to the way he was pressing against mine. Lucas forced his tongue into my mouth, pushing against mine, and I did the same back. I was soon struggling to breathe, pulling my lips from his to catch my breath. By the time we pulled away, he was panting, his face was flushed, and he licked his lips, winking at me, making me go weak all over again.

“I will have a coffee, get yourself one to sweetness.” He said, pulling away from me, going back to his desk.

I took a moment to pull myself together. Please explain to me why I let that happen? This better not become a habit of mine, that could not end well.