The Stalked Assistant (Chapter-4)

Raising my hand, I bring it to the gold door handle and slowly push open the door, now that I'm here, about to meet my new boss I'm more nervous than I have been this morning and that's saying slot.

I shouldn't have googled him up, I scared myself, now look at me, scared as crap to walk in. I feel like I'm a chicken walking towards and fox and that isn't good. I quickly look down making sure my dress is in place, bringing both my hands to make sure my boobs are not showing. You know how some dresses fall down a bit yeah that's what happened to me and I would have dreaded walking into Mr. Claiborne's office looking like that.

"I said come in!" My new boss says again, this time sounding a lot harder than it did the first time.

I slowly take my first step into his office, and I see him standing next to his window, looking through a file. He doesn't turn around when my heels click against the tile as I walk closer to him, he keeps his back towards me. When I get closer is when he finally turns around and tosses that file onto his desk, I watch as it slides to the edge of the top almost falling over but it doesn't.

I wonder how many times his did that, my luck I would have done that and the papers in said file would have gone flying out landing all over the floor.

I'm trying to gather the courage to speak up, my mouths have gone dry and I'm struggling to find something to say. His back is still turned towards me and it's making me feel anxious.

"Your late" his tells me sounding hard and cold, startling me so much that it caused me to jump back a bit, twisting my food with these dang heels and I go down landing back hard onto my ass.

I stare up at him in shock and embarrassment as he slowly turns towards me, raising his eyebrow and wearing a huge scowl on his lips.

Goodness but this man is freaking gorgeous, I mean I know I saw pictures of him, but in person god. He faces is clean shaved. His jawline is soft but strong and his eyes, lord help me those eyes are dark. It's like once you see them you just want to stare at them for hours, you know what I mean.

I'm struggling to say anything, I'm sure I look stupid right now, staring up at him with my mouth hanging open and all I can do is look at him. I have never seen such a handsome man in all my life.

Jesus it's been too long since I had sex, I can't be drooling over my new boss, that's not professional at all! I quickly scolded myself.

"They sent me a stupid, incompetent girl." He made a tsk sound before turning his back to me again, and heading towards his desk, not even offering a hand to help me up.

Stupid? How dare he say that!

I will admit I'm looking pretty crazy right now, but I have you know I had a 4.0 in school, for most of my damn classes, I may be a lot of things but stupid isn't one of them.

No Sr.

I bite the inside of my lip to keep myself from telling my new boss off and slowly steadying myself on my heels and standing up, brushing my hands down my dress making sure I look presentable again.

"I'm-" I start to say and explain who I am, but it comes out like a freaking mouse squeak, so I quickly shut up and clear my throat before I try again, this time hoping I sound a little bit better. "I'm Isabella Bowen. I'm your new personal assistant" I finish before walking closer holding my hand out for him to shake. He stares down at it and makes no attempt to shake my hand. I scowl inside my head before quickly laying my hand down at my side, I shouldn't have done that, now I just really do look stupid.

"I know who you are. Amanda, let me know to expect you before you walked inside." He says in a dismissive tone, before sitting down at his desk.

"That's good" I say because what else can I even say to that? I'm sure it's her job to let him know when someone's coming to see him.

The silence that hangs around us is starting to get uncomfortable, making me fidget around, not knowing if I should stay standing or take a seat in one of the leather black chairs in front of his desk.

"You're late. Did you not hear me the first time?" He grinds out while picking his phone up from his desk and doesn't look up at me.

"I do apologize. Traffic was horrible this morning. I promise it won't happen again" I explain and hope it's good enough not to get my ass chewed out.

"Well, we do live in the city. I'm pretty sure you were already aware of that correct?" He asked, still keeping his eyes on his phone and not even bothering to look at me while he talks to me.

Ugh why does this man, who happens to be so freaking sexy that has my heart skipping a beat each time he talks, have to be such an asshole.

"I am aware. It will not happen again" I repeat myself, thinking maybe it would be better that I tell him about the bitch downstairs, no doubt she kept me waiting for at least 5 minutes while on the phone.

"See that it doesn't. I like my employees to be on time." He says before laying his phone down, finally looking up at me for the first time. "Why are you still in my office? You have a job to do!" He growls, making me jerk away from him.

Well I could get on with my fucking job, if he would have told me what I was supposed to be doing.

"I would be glad to get to work, Mr. Claiborne, I just need to know what to do. It's my first day" I remind him, trying to get him to fucking understand that he actually has to tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be doing.

"For shit shake. The next one, Amanda is going to have to train, I can't keep dealing with this. Take the files off the desk and go make copies. Next door is your office, you will find a computer on the desk. I assume you know how to work one?" He stopped and looked down on me, looking annoyed and making a face that looks like he doesn't think I'm capable of doing this job. I just nod my head to him confirming that I do indeed know how to work a freaking computer. "You will see on the screen, a file labeled calendar. Go through my calendar for the day and make sure I don't miss any meetings. Then take these files" He tosses over towards me. " Make copies before placing them in the file cabinet. The account is Mendoza." He says and flicks his hand towards the door, clearly dismissing me out of his office.

"Yes, Mr. Claiborne." I murmur before speed walking out his office, hearing his make an agitated sigh as I close the door, I lean my back against it, sucking in a few deep breaths before heading to my office.

That wasn't so bad, right?