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The Assistant 10: Mistake
I sat up and clutched the white sheet to my chest. Shoot. I can't believe it. I really can't believe it. I just had sex with my boss. Why am I soo stupid?! I ALWAYS do this! I groaned inwardly. Doesn't mean it wasn't a good night though . . . SHUT UP, I told myself. I looked at him sleeping, tummy leaning on the bed and head to the side. I lifted my hand to stroke his brown, sticking up hair but stopped.
I was just dumped. Taken out of a long relationship. And me being me I got layed to get over it. But I didn't feel over it. I just felt worse. Worse than worse, I felt like a slut. I understood when Bree and I had one-night-stands but this was a whole new level. The meaning of ONE-night-stand was to sleep with someone you don't know well enough. My boss, is SOMEONE I KNOW WELL ENOUGH.
What is wrong with me? I mentally slapped myself. I'm such a slut. This is worse than Bree and she's had a threesome before! With a prostitute and her best guy friend! I should've learnt from that since her and that guy never spoke again. . . but, Aaron and I? We HAVE to speak again. We work in the same building, the same floor, the same OFFICE. I'M HIS ASSISTANT.
Get moving, a demanding voice shouted in my head. It was best if I did. I jumped out of bed, still holding the white sheet close to my chest. It wasn't hard to find my clothes since they were in a pile on the floor. I picked them up and put them on. I ran to the bathroom and fixed my appearance. I was looking for my platform peep toes when I heard the door behing me open.
Seeing as how I've slept in strangers houses before I can usually have a speedy getaway because the guy would be so smashed he wouldn't realise. Aaron wasn't hung over or anything. Neither was I. So why did I sleep with him? Well, I've already asked myself that question about a million times while dressing. No answer. Just a big fat "STUPID SLUT" title appearing in my head.
He had put his boxers on but no shirt. Gosh, he had great abs. I picked up my shoes as if in slow motion while he watched me. I smiled fakely and laughed awkwardly once I'd put them on. The awkward silence hung in the air like a thick blanket on a bed. He ran his hand through his head of hair. Did I say hot or what? I shook my head. No, Nat, NO.
"Well, I guess I better go then! I'm really sorry about last night! Ok? Bye!" I exclaimed hurriedly in a fake cheery voice.
I found my purse on the couch, grabbed it and was walking to the door when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I turned around and he looked . . . hurt. Why? He had a girlfriend. Wait. HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND. I'm not the only slut in this room! I sighed with relief. I'm not the ONLY bad guy. The uneasiness crept back into my stomach. I'm still a slut and he's still my boss. I groaned inwardly.
"Where are you going?" He asked, seeming truly concerned.
"Home?" I asked as if I was being quizzed and didn't know the answer.
"But . . . last night. Why are you sorry?" He asked confused.
My eyes widened. WAS HE STUPID?!
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Natalie's boyfriend just cheated on her, and she's bawling her eyes out on her first day at work. Aaron, her boss, couldn't care less about the new assistant, he's too busy thinking of his best friend (hopefully more) model, Hayley. So when Natalie...