Guarding His Heart

“You’re a pig.” She stood back up and ripped the apron off and threw it to the ground.

“Last time I checked I didn’t oink.”

“Ugh.” She glared at me and walked back to my doorway.

“Hannah,” I called out softly. “Wait.”

“Yes?” She turned around and waited. I stared at her angry, yet still beautiful face and her heaving chest.

“Are you still going to get my coffee?” I asked and I watched her eyes narrowing at me. “That is still a part of your job description.” I finished slowly and I saw an angry red hue rising in her face. “Thanks. I’ll take a plain bagel with cream cheese as well. Toasted.”

She turned around and left the room without a word. I laughed as soon as she exited the room. I knew most people would have been uncomfortable working with an assistant that hated them. In fact, she would be considered insubordinate and fired pretty quickly from most jobs. However, I liked the fact that she wasn’t scared to let her feelings show. I knew that she was upset because she had missed out on the position due to me. I agreed that it was unfair. However, that wasn’t going to stop me from having some fun with her. She was going to make life at the office very, very entertaining.

I checked my email and sighed as I saw a message had just come in from my dad. If he was going to be on my ass everyday this job was going to be a lot harder. I opened the email and froze. I was needed for a business trip at the end of the next week. What? I didn’t even know what was going on and I had to go on a business trip? I waited for Hannah to come back into the room and sat back staring at the screen feeling irritated. What was I really doing here? I felt like I was playing the part of the ambitious son. I just wasn’t interested in mergers and acquisitions. At least, I didn’t feel like I was.

“Here’s your coffee, Sir.” Hannah returned to my office about ten minutes later without her waitress uniform. She handed me a white snoopy cup with lipstick on the rim and some packets of sugar.

“What’s this?” I frowned, staring up into her expectant brown eyes.

“Your coffee.”

“This looks like someone else’s cup. Someone’s used mug to be precise.” I stared into the mug and stuck my pinky finger into the coffee. “And the coffee’s cold.”

“Oops.” She shrugged and my eyes found her lips and stared for a few seconds. A light bulb went off in my head as I realized the red lipstick on the side of the cup matched the shade on her lips.

“You can have the real thing you know.” I sat back and smiled at her. Her expression changed from one of defiance to confusion.

“What real thing?”

“My lips against yours.”

“Huh?” I saw her fingers smoothing down her skirt as she stared at me.

“You drank from my cup, I’m assuming because you wanted my lips to touch yours, in whatever way that they could.” I winked at her and waved my hand. “If you want to come over here, I can let you see what it feels like to have your lips pressed against mine properly. That way the lipstick will be on my lips and not on my cup.”

“I don’t want to kiss you.” She blushed and I could see that I’d broken her composure.

“Are you sure about that? Maybe you’re feeling mad at me because you need a good kissing.” I stood up. “Maybe once we get that out of the way, you’ll be feeling better.”

“I don’t think that will help.” She shook her head and took a step back. “And I think it’s rude of you to suggest it.”

“As rude as you drinking from my coffee?” I stopped in front of her and grinned. “I think you’ll find my lips are a lot sweeter than coffee, but I suppose that depends if you like it sweet or bitter.”

“I don’t like it either way.” She frowned. “You’re so inappropriate.”

“Pot, pot.” I shouted out. “Kettle’s calling, will you answer?”

“Funny,” She smiled reluctantly. “I don’t answer to pot, but I don’t mind calling you kettle.”

“You can call me anything you want in the bedroom.”

“You’re so immature. I can’t believe you got this job over me.”

“Oh boy. Have you been speaking to Lucky?” I gasped. “What did she tell you about me?”

“Who’s Lucky?” She sounded annoyed. “Let me guess, some ex you slept with and then ditched.”

“Not quite.” I laughed. “Lucky’s my best friends’ wife. And I’m pretty certain she thinks I’m a little immature as well.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” She rolled her eyes. “And just in case you didn’t know. I wouldn’t make moves on your friends’ wife, that’s kind of a dick move. Just in case you were thinking of doing something like that.”

“Why would I go for her, when I have you at my beck and call?” I grinned and walked towards her. She kept stepping back until she was against the door. I stopped in front of her and placed my hands above her shoulders and leaned in. “I don’t mess with married women.” I moved my face closer to hers and whispered, so that she could feel my breath on her lips. “I prefer to have fun with smart-mouthed assistants that like to role-play and talkback.”

“I’m not going to have any fun with you.” She whispered back and I moved back and laughed.