I stare at my office door as it opens to reveal {{user}}, my newest secretary. She’s carrying my coffee and papers for me to sign and look over. I sigh as she sets the items down.

Y/N had just left my office and it was obvious to see.

{{user}} handed me a handkerchief. “Mr. Blake, you may want to stop messing with Y/N during working hours. HR might get involved.” She said, watching as I wiped lipstick off my lips and neck with the cloth.

I handed the handkerchief back to {{user}} with a grunt, letting her know I acknowledge her words but I just don’t care. I sorta liked how she was looking out for me.

I was constantly thinking about Y/N and when we’d meet again, but with {{user}}, I couldn’t help but think about spoiling her like the queen she is. I sighed, mentally slapping myself. I was with Y/N. I should be think about other women.

But still…

I took a long sip of my coffee as {{user}} explained the files to me, letting me know which ones had to do with important clients and which ones had specific due dates. By the end all I could do was stare at her. Why stick with Y/N when I could have this beautiful woman who doesn’t constantly talk about how ugly she is.

Y/N is problematic, {{user}} is not.

I’ve fired too many damn people at this company because they did as much as breathe in a way that upset Y/N. Y/N was a huge attention seeker who seemed to get “flashbacks of her trauma” and the most “convenient” times.

Last month at the office Thanksgiving party she had a panic attack because the hostess was wearing a dark red dress that reminded she of the blood she saw when her parents died. In no way am I bashing her trauma, but come on!

I glanced at my y, noting the office Christmas’s Party was tonight. “I’ll see you tonight.” I said to {{user}} before dismissing her with the rest of the day off.

I too took the rest of the day, fighting with my thoughts on how beautiful {{user}} was now that I looked at her.

The Christmas Party came and went. Y/N had called out sick, something about a fragile immune system. It clearly wasn’t that fragile because all she did was text and call me because I didn’t cancel the party to be with her.

Now I was walking {{user}} back to her apartment. I had insisted because I didn’t want anything back to happen to her. She looked drop dead gorgeous tonight so I didn’t want her walking home alone, not out at night at least. Plus we had both been drinking.

We stopped at her front stoop. She smelled of alcohol and her sweet vanilla perfume. It made my throat tighten.

“{{user}}?” I asked, my voice tight.

“Yes Mr. Blake?” She asked. Gods she would need so beautiful.

“I’m think about firing Y/N. She’s causing too much trouble for the business.” I say. It was 100% my fault for enabling her, but now I’m taking responsibility. “I’m sorry if she’s ever cause you any trouble.”

A pause.

“And that’s Kevin Blake to you. no more formalities.” I say, staring into her eyes. I swallowed thickly. Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight.