The Assistant

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This book contains explicit content and is suitable for readers 18 and above. If you’re a day less than 18, back-off. Contents are purely erotic fantasies. In real life, always practice safe sex.

Vallen Green is a tease who considers erotica as her outlet. A beauty enthusiast during the day, and an erotica writer at night, she loves Boston terriers, soft caramel candies, and anything scented. Most of her work are inspired by real life steamy sessions and amplified by her ticklish imagination. She’s a proof that Capricorns have a libido that is bigger than life and they have horns hidden behind decent clothing.

Abigail Hawkins sat quietly in her chair, listening intently to what her boss was saying. When she got called to come into Evelyn Pritchett’s office, she had expected a new laundry list of tasks that she needed to accomplish. Input meeting times into the daily planner, make salon appointments, send replies for missed calls, pick up dry cleaning, order food – it was only a few of the things she was asked to do as the personal assistant to one of the hardest working women in town. But when the CEO of Pritchett Media started on a whole different tangent, she didn’t know what to think.

“I know it’s not what you signed up for,” Evelyn said, a hint of sadness in her voice. “You’re my assistant after all and not a nanny, but at this rate, I don’t know what else to do about him. I know you’ll be able to keep him in line and maybe being closer to his age would help.”

“Thank you for saying that, ma’am,” Abigail replied. “And I understand. I know for a fact that he’s been causing you more stress than being in meetings for 12 hours straight, so maybe it is necessary to do this.”

“I just don’t know where things went wrong and when he started to think that acting out now will be okay,” the older woman sighed.

Abigail offered a small smile, feeling sympathy towards her boss at the trouble she had to deal with – the “trouble” being her own son and heir to her company and fortune, Blake Pritchett.

Blake was most like a local celebrity. Not only was he rich and the son of one of the most successful women in the country, but he was also smart, graduating top of his class from Syracuse University at the age of 22. Despite being who he was, he decided to start at an entry level position in his family’s own company, working his way up like any honest man.

If that wasn’t enough, he was a looker standing at 6’4” with blonde hair and the clearest green eyes. Put all of that together with his natural charm, he had women falling over themselves to even just stand next to him. And that was where the issues began.

Being who he was, he rarely found himself in relationships. He either couldn’t trust anyone enough that they were after his heart and not his money or his busy schedule just didn’t permit being in a committed relationship. But he had figured that if there were women willing to give him satisfaction for even just a night, then he’d take it.

The reason Evelyn was so stressed over her son’s indiscretions weren’t because of women coming out of the woodwork spilling intimate details or claiming they were pregnant with his child. She casually waved those off knowing her son was smarter than that. What she was worried about was the fact that his work seemed to be suffering – always late coming into the office, missing important meetings, being unable to make project deadlines. With the hopes of grooming Blake to take control of the business once she decided to retire, Evelyn wanted Abigail to become her son’s personal assistant instead.

***

Blake slammed a fist against his desk as soon as he received his mother’s email, not at all liking the idea of having her personal assistant take over his affairs. I’m not a fucking 5-year old that needs a babysitter, he thought bitterly.

He knew why his mother had decided to sic a personal assistant on him but that didn’t mean he had to like it. What was so wrong about what he was doing anyway? He was a young man with a thirst for enjoying life, and for him that meant enjoying the company of a woman every now and then. It wasn’t like he was going out and fathering illegitimate children on anyone who would spread her legs. He had more common sense than that. But having someone constantly hound him about schedules would certainly throw a few kinks for his out of work activities.

It was then that he decided maybe he’d have some fun with this arrangement, maybe 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 few times when she came into his room to find him already dressed for work.

Some days, he had even purposely refused to leave his bed despite having woken up before her arrival. Keeping to a tight schedule and system made her predictable, and he felt a childish enjoyment in seeing her so worked up when he slept in or moved too slow for her liking. Having her jump into his bed to force him out was a bonus.

Blake wasn’t going to lie, he found her beautiful and his thoughts often went astray when she wore short skirts that showed off her shapely legs. He was also quite certain that Abigail was attracted to him too, even if just a bit, noticing how her cheeks would flush when he was caught in a state of undress. He had taken advantage of that realization by wearing only boxers to sleep despite his preference of a shirt and loose shorts.

Today was one of those days that he decided he wanted to have fun with her, just lying in wait until she arrived.

He had an early meeting scheduled for a project considered to be his biggest yet, even blocking off the entire day just in case things ran long. And he knew that she would be going crazy if Blake was even a minute behind schedule. But what Abigail didn’t know was that he had ended up having dinner with his new client the night before, both agreeing to cancel the day’s meeting after ironing out the deal.