The Assistant by Vallen Green Page A

make things so unbearable that his new assistant would go beg his mother to be fired. He smirked at the idea, already making plans in his head.
     
    He had heard about his mother’s personal assistant a lot though he had never really met her. He found it a bit odd now that he’s thought about it but shrugged it off nonetheless. All he could think of now were the tidbits of information he’s heard about her. Young, does everything by the book and very hardworking. Maybe he can send her out on condom runs or even convince her to clean up his house wearing a French maid outfit. It was her job to do what he needed to be done after all.
     
    He was pulled from his thoughts when a knock sounded against his door, calling out to whoever was on the opposite side to come in.
     
    He sat up straighter when she came into view, his eyes travelling from her black patent pumps up her long legs, her slender waist to her full chest, and finally to her startling blue eyes.
     
    “Hello, Mister Pritchett,” she greeted. “My name’s Abigail Hawkins. I’m your new personal assistant.”
     
    Blake swallowed thickly as he stared at the beauty in front of him. This is gonna be harder than I thought .
     
    ***
     
    Over the next couple of weeks, Abigail had developed a system. Evelyn was sneaky enough to get a copy of Blake’s apartment keys, giving the young assistant access to his home. That meant personal wake up calls instead of giving him a ring that she knew he would ignore, as well as constantly hounding him to hurry up so they can make his scheduled appointments. She had quickly learned about what he liked to eat, making sure his kitchen was stocked and orders were made to prevent any unnecessary delays.
     
    The only downside to that system was how some of the women he took home didn’t take to being made to do the walk of shame too kindly, or how she would need to stay out late if he insisted on all-night partying. But she made things work, much to his chagrin.
     
    Blake had actually been surprised by her tactics, not even fazed by the sight of women traipsing naked in search of where he had haphazardly thrown their clothes. What baffled him even more was that Abigail actually allowed for him to carry on with his extracurricular activities, even keeping condoms well-stocked.
     
    He had asked her once why nothing he did bothered her, her response making her see her in a whole other light.
     
    “I’m your assistant, not your mother,” she replied. “I’m paid to make sure you’re at the office on time and that you’re capable of doing your job.”
     
    “Is that why I’m on an energy drink regimen?” he asked dryly, eyeing the bottle sitting at the edge of his desk.
     
    “Lord knows you won’t be able to stay awake long enough if you’re not,” she quipped.
     
    “I thought mom hired you to keep me on the straight and narrow.”
     
    “Like I said,” she started. “I’m not your mother. I’m not you either so I’m not gonna preach how you need to live your life. We’re the same age and I understand you have a lot more on your plate than I do. And like most people you’re looking to unwind and have some fun. Your idea of fun may not be the most ideal but whatever floats your boat.”
     
    Blake sat stunned she had finished, not really knowing what to say.
     
    “But if there’s one thing I can ask of you,” Abigail added. “Can you stop throwing women’s underwear all over the place? Some of the girls you bring home don’t even wear any.”
     
    His jaw fell slack, and looking at the smug look on her face, he knew he had been caught.
     
    “Nice try,” she said lightheartedly. “I grew up with four brothers,” she explained. “I’ve had enough practice in dealing with such shenanigans.”
     
    From then on, Blake had become easier to deal with. He still had his late night parties and trysts though he learned to be more discreet and more mindful of time. He had even rendered Abigail into shock a