Heather Lance took a quick look around the corner to see if the
coast was clear. Whew! All systems go! She walked around
slowly, then sped up fast when she heard voices coming from the
right corridor. Her high heels clicked and her breath
quickened. God she was pathetic, hiding out from her boss. God
knows what he would find fault with today, he disliked her for
some reason. Heather couldn't figure it out, but pretty much
from day one he either completely ignored her or was extremely
curt. She couldn't figure out why, God knows she was attracted
to the man, but then again who wasn't? He had every secretary
in the building mooning after him, which only caused her to
feel more pathetic. Like the biggest nerd in high school
crushing on the one popular guy who could care less if you even
existed. Yeah that was her, big time nerd, of course in her
most drunken state she could actually admit that the man that
made her life a living hell 5 days out of the week also made
her a knees weak. It was a sad moment when she came to that
conclusion. God knows what epiphany was next.
She almost thought she could of handled the weirdness of it all
if Blake's old Executive Assistant hadn't up and retired. So
what if she was almost 70! She owed it to Heather to stick it
out, just a few more years until Heather could get the
experience she needed under her belt and then find a new job
that didn't consist of Blake Denson. Now much to every other
secretaries mortification Heather Lance was Blake'sexecutive
assistant. Little did they know she would gladly switch with
them any day of the week. How did this happen again? Oh yeah
she was Heather Lance, never had luck where men were concerned.
They always started out handsome and sexy and ended up handsome
and sexy players. Stay away from the good looking ones, now
theres something you don't learn every day.
"Hey Heather! Over here"
She could see Stephen walking down the hall to her right, he
turned direction and started walking with her to the main
office. Stephen was cute in a surfer dude sort of way, trim,
blonde hair, tan skin and a big smile. Heather wasn't surprised
in the least to find he often surfed in his spare time on the
weekend. Not sure how a guy like him landed this job but life
was full of surprises.
"So I just got back from coordinating the big company
anniversary party that's coming up."
"Oh that's right you're on the committee, when is that again?"
"Next weekend, you going?"
"She groaned, is it mandatory?"
"Oh come on now, how is it that a girl as beautiful as you
doesn't like to have fun?"
"I've told you this before, I'm nerdish. I like to read and do
yoga in my spare time."
"I know, its a turn off. Most men are hoping against hope that
I watch porn and participate in wet t-shirt contests."
"Not all at the same time of course."
She laughed "of course."
"Well I'm not giving up, I know theres a wild child in there
"It's not like I don't ever have fun or go out on the weekends!
It's just that a company party with 'you know who' doesn't seem
like the event of the season."
"Speaking of 'you know who', word on the street is he's dating
that model from Brazil, the one that was here last week to go
over her insurance claim."
"What is she insuring, her breasts implants?"
"Oh come now, this is a juicy bit of gossip."
"You must have mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck"
He snorted out a laugh
"Fine but I thought you should hear it from me, all the other
bitches are talking about it"
'Bitches' was their code name for all the other women in the
building who were enamored with Blake. Probably everyone but
herself, oh and the lesbian on the 3rd floor who worked in
She pushed the button for the elevator.
"Well what else is new."
"Come on Heather, if anyone knows anything its you, you work
with the guy. You take his calls, you send out the invites."
She raised an eyebrow, You're describing it like I have allot
of power. In reality I'm just his bitch. No wait..that's not
"What I mean is, what's the low down? Where did you send the
last piece of jewelry?"
"Are you betting with the bitches again?"
She couldn't help the laugher. The elevator door opened and
they walked out.
"Don't shake your head at me, I could win some money off of
She laughed harder, "You're adorable Stephen, have I ever told
He looked offended and pleased all at the same time
Just then the proverbial cup of cold water splashed in her face
"Heather" Came the sharp command
Blake leaned out of his office door "Any day now would be
She sighed, "His Lordship calls."
"You know your little nick name for him might come out at the
wrong time some day."
"Oh no! Whatever will I do!"
"You smile any brighter I might pass out."
"I'm sure" She waved him away as she walked off. Placing her
copies and coffee on her desk. She grabbed the folder she
needed, rubbed her glossy lips together and prepared to enter
the lions den.