Page 60 of So This Is War
“Not a fan,” I say.
“Oof, good thing I asked,” she says as she reaches into one of the packing cubes and pulls it out.
Where the hell did she even get that?
“You know, maybe I should just pack myself.”
“No,” she says quickly. “I can handle it.” She places her hand on my arm, and I nearly come. Yeah, you read that correctly. COME! “This is what we call a teachable lesson. I’ve learned to pack lots of condoms because you can go all night, bravo to you, and no bolo tie. See, making mental notes now. But look at what else I packed. I think I did a great job with the rest. Your toiletry bag is in the bathroom ready to go, but I left out your toothbrush because you still need to use that as well as your deodorant and cologne, which I might have sniffed. It smells good, in case you were wondering. From the lady’s perspective, great choice.”
Pheromones will do that.
“Thanks,” I say. Feeling awkward—again—I move into the bathroom and check out the toiletry bag, which seems to be all packed up correctly.
“See, I can do this. Just give me a chance. I know working with an assistant might be weird, but this is my first time, and I’m still learning. I promise I can do this for you.”
I can see the desperation in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and it makes me feel that much worse because I know that she wants this to prove to her dad that she can handle everything. Meanwhile, I’m in an epic battle of keeping my hands to myself and trying to sabotage her simultaneously by being her dad’s puppet. Guilt consumes me all over again.
“Yeah, you did a great job with the toiletry bag,” I say and move back into the bedroom, wanting to make her feel better.“And yeah, this sweatsuit outfit might look good.” I look through the cubes and see the vibrator that she chose, a simple flat-faced one that works great against my balls. “And my favorite vibrator,” I say. “Good job.”
“That’s your favorite?” she asks. “Interesting. I thought it might be, but I was just guessing. And I know what you’re thinking. Is it weird that I know what vibrator my male boss might like? The answer is no. I think personal assistants have to get on up there.” She motions her hands in an upward motion. “Really know everything about their boss to make sure to please them as best as possible. So I’m glad I know about your condoms and vibrators. Aren’t you glad?”
Oh yeah, really fucking glad. It makes me so goddamn happy.
Especially since I’m not allowed to use any of it on you.
Couldn’t be happier.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply uncomfortably.
“Okay, so this was a great learning moment.” She clasps her hands together. “I also set up your backpack in your office, but I wasn’t sure what you needed.”
I walk out of the bedroom and into the office, where I see a few Post-it notes from her on my desk.
The first reads a social media schedule that she must have written down for both of us.
The second one is a note that just says highlighters.
The third is one name: Patty Ford.
Confused, I point at the Post-it and say, “What’s this?”
She glances down, and then I watch her cheeks blush as she picks it up and crumples it in her hand. “Uh, nothing. Just a note to myself that I forgot to pick up. Oh, and here’s my highlighter one. Sorry about that. I wasn’t working here if you were wondering. I was just writing you a note and realized I forgot to grab my two notes.”
“Not a problem,” I reply, wanting to know who the hell Patty Ford is. I make a mental note to look it up when she leaves.
“Anyway, I have everything ready to go in your backpack and added some snacks. I know you get them from the team, but just in case you get hungry.”
“Great. Thanks.” I turn toward her and say, “Good job, Wylie.”
With pride, she puffs her gorgeous chest. “Thank you.” She follows that with a yawn and says, “Well, if that’s all, I need to get to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Actually, I could use you in the bedroom for a moment. Won’t take too long. Just need to suck on your tits is all.
“Yeah, sure.” I shift on my feet. “That’s it.”
“Great. Well, good luck on your away trip. Text me if you need anything, and I’ll keep working hard over here on your behalf.” She smiles brightly. “Good night . . .Mr. Posey.”
I roll my eyes, causing her to laugh. “Good night,Miss Wood.”
