woken up this early in the morning ever before in my life! But for the last week, I have been up, showered, and ready to leave my apartment before seven-thirty, so I can be at the office before eight.
And once again, I have to take in a deep breath before I make my way inside, to prepare myself for one more day of working in close quarters with the hottest man I have ever met in real life.
When I first met him, I couldn’t believe it was real life.
How can such a perfect example of the male species actually exist outside the modeling industry?
Kirk Silvers is every woman’s older-man-fantasy come true. He is strong, muscular without being buff, lean and athletic. His complexion is tanned, which makes me think he spends a lot of time outdoors. He has dark, thick hair which is starting to gray a little on his sideburns only. He has hooded lids, which make his blue eyes look strikingly dark and mysterious. He has one of those chiseled faces that looks so angular and sharp he could be a Ken doll.
I blushed hard when I first walked into his office that day.
I know Blaire is beautiful and she gets a lot of attention from good looking guys, but I had no idea that one of her exes looked like this!
What gets me more about Kirk is that he barely even looks at me or acknowledges my presence. In fact, he seems to barely interact with anybody at the office. This is a man who likes to keep to himself, and yet the buzz around the office is that he is some kind of financial genius.
I don’t understand his line of work; it seems complicated—but there’s a whole gaggle of “groupies.” Men and women who hang upon his every word and idolize everything he does. If they could own a poster of him to hang on their bedroom walls, they would.
I smile at the thought of that. Maybe they do have posters of him! I wouldn’t be surprised.
I rearrange my scarf so it falls perfectly around my neck and over my shoulders. What is even the point? It’s not like he will actually notice. Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers I’m working for him. Maybe I should do something to get him to notice me!
I drive that thought away immediately. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this in the first place. Kirk Silvers is my best friend’s ex.
Mike and Sarah have been helpful in showing me around the place. As Kirk’s assistant, I have been responsible for his daily schedule, taking calls, making appointments, taking messages, and a whole host of other things I can barely keep up with.
My desk lies right across from his glass-walled corner office. While he sits in there, usually with the blinds open for all to see, focused on his computer screen or on phone calls—I’m sitting out here at my desk, trying not to stare at him.
He rarely ever looks up. He rarely ever acknowledges the fact that he is not in his own personal living room.
Mike has already warned me that he isn’t fond of having to remind his assistant of what he needs.
I have memorized how he likes his coffee, what he wants for breakfast, and his weekly rotations for lunch. I always have it ready for him on a tray at the usual time so when I knock and enter his office, he has no need to make eye contact with me.
I hear his voice on the intercom when I’m putting calls through to him. He speaks in a low, firm voice, authoritative with a hint of playfulness. I feel like he possibly has a good sense of humor. I don’t think I will ever see that side of him.
Sometimes when he’s in the board room meeting with clients or holding a meeting with his team, I stand outside his door, listening to his commanding voice. I can see why there are so many people who look up to him. He sure knows how to command a presence.
The truth is that I like this job more than I thought I would. I was expecting a boring admin position where I’d be spending the day filing my nails at a desk. Instead, I barely have time to think during the day. I’m always on my toes—trying to do my best to please this man who has no idea how hard I’m working for him.
I don’t resent him