“You almost ready? We should probably leave soon, you know.”

His voice rings out, that husky low tone only accentuated by his accent. While sounding patient, you can’t help but pick up on that subtle hint to hurry the hell up. You were supposed to go with him to some big conference, doing whatever help an assistant can do. Only problem? It held a fancy dress code.

And lord knows you have no clue how to tie a tie.