Page 1 of My Hottest Obsession

ONE

Goldie

I leanmy head back and push off, twirling around in my office chair until I’m dizzy. I’m bored. I’ve already got all of my work done today, wrote in my diary, and managed to do some work that was on my to-do list for tomorrow. Now there’s nothing left to do but wait until it’s time to leave.

“Trying to make yourself sick so you can go home early?” My boss asks.

I love his voice. I’d never tell him that, of course, but it’s true. He always sounds like he’s trying not to laugh like he has a joke that he’s dying to tell you. It always makes me curious to know what he’s thinking.

“Would that work?”

“No, I’d have a doctor come here to check you out. I can’t be sending my best assistant home alone sick. What kind of boss would I be then?” He asks.

“A normal one?”

“Hmph,” he says as he leans against my desk.

He’s right about me being his best assistant. I’ve been working for Adrien for close to two years, and I’ve lasted the longest out of any of the assistants that he’s had over the years.

“Don’t you have work to do? I just put the Clark files on your desk fifteen minutes ago,” I tell him.

“I need a break.”

“From what? You’ve barely done anything all day.”

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing that I’m the boss,” he says, smirking at me.

I roll my eyes, spinning around in my chair again. My phone goes off, and I know it’s Lottie texting me without having to look.

I stop, frowning, when I see Adrien leaning over the desk to see the screen.

“That’s private,” I inform him, and he pulls back with a sigh.

“Just checking,” he says.

“For what?”

He just smiles secretively as he stands and heads back into his office. I sigh, turning back to my phone. It starts to ring, and I laugh.

“So impatient,” I answer, and Lottie laughs.

“I figured that you were getting ready to head home for the day,” she says, and I glance at the clock.

Four, thirty-eight.

“Almost. I probably could have left an hour ago, but Boss Man is being unreasonable,” I say, raising my voice so that he hears me.

He never closes his office door when I’m here. I swear it’s so that he can spy on me.

“You said that you needed something else to do?” Boss Man asks, poking his head out the doorway.

“Nope. You must have misheard me.”

“Uh-huh,” he says with a sexy grin before he heads back into his office.

I can feel his eyes on me through the glass, and I do my best to ignore him as I twirl around in my office chair again.

“You should start whispering,” Lottie tells me. “That would drive him crazy.”

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