I turned to Adrian with a smug smile but instantly began to blush once I noticed his lustful gaze.
“Shut up,” I mumbled, walking away from him.
Adrian made this impossible however, because I suddenly felt myself being pulled against my will and stumbling onto his lap. “Adrian!” I hissed, casting an anxious look over to the door. “Someone might walk in and get the wrong idea!”
Adrian shrugged before placing a kiss on my cheeks. “Let them. It won’t be ‘the wrong idea’ for long anyway.” He smirked, noticing my increased flushed state from the kiss.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked curiously, biting my lip.
Adrian’s eyes travelled down to the small gesture, and he stared at my mouth absentmindedly before looking back up to meet my eyes. “You’ll find out tonight.” He smirked, before I felt him squeeze my backside. “Now get back to work. On me.”
I let out a small gasp in response and Adrian waggled his eyebrows. “You just did the gasp thing again!” Adrian grinned proudly, making me hit his chest lightly.
“Shut up,” I snapped, trying to get off his lap.
“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” Adrian asked, securing his grip around my waist by tightening his arms. “I told you; you’re working on me.”
“How am I going to work on you, Adrian?” I asked with an exasperated sigh, smiling slightly in amusement.
“Well, you can work on me and do the work for the company or you can work on me,” Adrian said, raising an eyebrow suggestively before giving a pointed look in his crotch area.
I frowned, trying to get his reference before gasping in shock. “Adrian!” I exclaimed, hitting his chest again.
He chuckled before placing another unexpected peck on my cheek.
“I love the way you scream my name, Shortcake.” He winked, completely oblivious to my mortification.
***
“The nerve he has to make us do your hair in an insignificant room in the hotel,” Rita huffed as she sprayed at my hair to fix it into position. “ After all I’ve done for that man!”
I laughed at her anger towards Adrian, just as Amy came to mind. “You’re not the only one unhappy about that, I can assure you.”
“Yes, well. He’s an idiot. And an asshole. And doesn’t deserve you because you’re perfect, and so is the job I’m doing on your hair so far!” Rita grinned, winking at me in the reflection of the mirror.
I laughed awkwardly before looking down at my lap. “He’s actually not as bad as everyone thinks he is. He’s actually very nice if you sit down and have a conversation with him that doesn’t regard business. He’s caring too; and protective…” I trailed off absentmindedly, before realising that I was standing up for Adrian.
I looked back up at the mirror with wide eyes to see Rita smiling at my reflection knowingly, making me flush in embarrassment. “I think someone has developed a very deep liking towards their boss. You’re a very naughty girl, Emily.” Rita giggled with a wink before she began working on the volume needed for my hair.
“What? N-No I haven’t.” I began blushing even more once her smile grew, and decided to text Adrian:
What time are we leaving?
Rita was almost done with my hair, and I still needed to do my makeup and put my dress on before we could leave. The dress had arrived a few days ago, and I had a mental break down when I noticed the large slit that ran down the almost the entire length of the dress. Amy, of course, told me that this was a good thing because I had the legs to show off in it.
My phone buzzed in my hands, pulling me out of my thoughts.
In an hour. What are you up to?
I think I should help you with putting your dress on.
You know, just so it doesn’t rip or anything. ;)
I rolled my eyes and grinned at the screen before typing my reply:
Almost finished my hair and still need to do my makeup. I think I will need help with that dress though…
Adrian’s reply came through so fast that I had to stifle a giggle:
Are you serious? I don’t care how your hair looks.
Get up here right now.
“Great, sexting in my presence. I’m glad to know how much you enjoy my company.” Rita pouted, making me look up with wide eyes as my face flushed.
“What? I’m not sexting him!” I squeaked in embarrassment. “I was just asking when we were leaving and then he asked