The Assistant(129)

“Yes! Abby thought of a really good marketing campaign last week that would help expand on your idea,” Daniel brought up from across me.

I ignored the glare Adrian gave the man and nodded. “Okay, can you please get her to send up the campaign? Mr. Kingston and I will look over it as soon as we get it and let you all know what his final decision is.”

They all nodded in understanding and looked over at Adrian, who clenched his jaw. “Well? Why are you still here? Get back to work,” he snapped, sending off the table of 20 to scurry out of the room nervously.

“You know Shortcake, sometimes I think you run the company better than I do.” Adrian smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist as I got out of my seat and began stacking loose papers on top of each other.

I gave him a smug smile and pushed him away by his chest. “That’s because I do.”

Adrian pouted. “I was hoping you’d say something along the lines of ‘No baby, you know that’s not true. You’re the best businessman ever to exist on this earth’.”

“And inflate your ego even more? I’d rather not.” I smiled.

“Someone’s in a feisty mood today,” Adrian commented. He pulled me into his torso once more before I felt his lips near my ear. “It’s hot.”

“And not going to let you get any,” I replied with another smug grin.

He pulled away slightly and glared down at me. “Why not.”

“Because I said so.”

Adrian’s hand slid down so that he was cupping my backside, and I gasped before looking around the glass-walled room. “Adrian.” I hissed, frowning up at him.

He placed a soft peck on my cheek before pulling away with a slight smirk. “What?” he asked innocently.

“Get your hand off my ass before I break your baby maker.”

Adrian mock gasped. “In public? That’s so rude!” he exclaimed in a girly voice, before his grip on my behind tightened slightly as he squeezed.

“Someone is going to see!” I exclaimed, flushing in embarrassment at the thought.

“What’s that thing kids are saying these days? That’s right, yolo.” He began chuckling at his own comment and I rolled my eyes before a smile made its way to my lips.

“Idiot.”

He puckered up his lips and began to make kissing noises while looking down at me. “Just one kiss and I’ll leave you alone and buy you a coffee.”


I shook my head before placing a quick peck on his lips. “Now leave me.”

“No.” He grinned.

“Adrian.” I groaned, trying to wriggle out of his hold.

“Mr. Kingston, Martin Harrison is on the – oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“You’re not interrupting, Mrs. Brown. Emily here was just trying to make a move on me in the workplace. I should punish her for being so insubordinate.” He kept his eyes on me as he spoke those words.

My jaw dropped once the realisation of what he had said settled into my mind and I slapped his chest. “I was not!” I squeaked, growing red in the face as my eyes landed on Suzie and found her smiling knowingly in our direction.

“Transfer the call to line 6, I’ll answer it here,” Adrian told Suzie, dismissing her.

“I just had a weird sense of déjà vu,” I mumbled, frowning slightly.

“Maybe because we’ve been in this position, in this room, while Suzie has walked in on us before.” Adrian smirked, before stealing another quick kiss on my lips.

I scowled once he pulled away from me completely and he chuckled before picking up the phone in the corner; his tone instantly switching to his cold, business one. “Adrian Kingston.”

I quietly continued to gather up the rest of the papers that were scattered all over the desk as Adrian continuously murmured and spoke up in reply to Mr. Harrison on the phone. By the time I was done, I threw my empty coffee cup in the bin that was positioned in the corner of the room just as Adrian put the phone back into its slot and sighed while rubbing his temple in exhaustion.

“Is everything okay?” I asked with a worried frown.

“Martin Harrison wants to up his price on everything we buy with him by 10% or he’ll stop supplying to us. We have the money for it but I don’t want to agree to it and then regret it later on.” Adrian looked up at me with a tired grimace and my frown deepened.

“When does he want an answer by?”

“Next week.”

“It’s okay, we still have a little time to sort something out. For now, go have a break and eat something to take your mind off things,” I suggested.

“You have to come with me for that to happen Shortcake.” He smirked once he finished talking, and I threw the pen I was holding at him once I realised the double meaning behind his words.

“Pervert.” I scowled.

“You don’t complain about it when we’re-”

“Just stop talking!” I squeaked, cutting him off with wide eyes. “We’ll go eat lunch together. I just need to put all of this stuff upstairs. Are you going to help me?” I asked, referring to the huge stack of files I had in my arms.

He shook his head, grinning. “Nope. Your ass sways side to side even more than usual when you carry shit up to the office. I like to watch.”