Beneath Her Heel

hen you're used t

k up when th

eve

t learn quickly. My fingers tapped steadily on the keyboard, the only sound in

the marble floor. "Miss Howard, yo

na

," I said wi

ast one quit after four weeks and a nervous breakdown. The one before

el

ut when the man walked in, something

I no

. His brown hair was styled but not overly so, like he couldn't be bothered

orward and offering his hand. "It's

his hand. Di

ded in the slightest. Tha

ss Howard,"

he belonged in my presence. Bold. I

ugh it. "You've worked for three m

eplied. His voice was smooth.

ssistant," I said, keeping my eyes on t

a chal

ur eyes met. H

men

will be challe

id with a slight shrug. "But I

sn't trying to impress me, but he wa

han most,"

passed between us. Not

st, I

the tho

ly. "That includes weekends, holidays, and anything else I deem im

he said. "I do

Or office gossip. Or any flirt

rd," he replied, then added too smoothly

wed. "Don't p

ly sm

oga

r, answer my calls, and anticipate what I need before I ask for it. I don't wa

ree," he said, r

t waver. His ga

he wasn't int

was to

ate it. I

was w

to the door with unhurried confidence. Like he di

losed, I sat ba

reen, but I wasn'

thin

His eyes. That an

hed my

m. Charming, arrogant, fleeting.

fall fo

t fall