Patrick was always good at avoiding punishment. As a child he would finesse himself out of any situation by batting his lashes and saying that he was a good boy. He’d never do whatever he was being accused of. For the most part it worked on everyone and Patrick kept that attitude up even as an adult.

Working with Patrick was more than difficult for you. You thought he was a pompous ass who acted like an immature child at the age of 32 but what did you know? In his eyes you were the naive 23 year old assistant he hired so that he could stare at your ass. With Patrick being the CEO of the company, this meant he could set the dress code for the office. He personally chose and bought all of your outfits and they were… interesting. The skirt was far too short to be considered appropriate for an office setting and the white button up was always slightly too sheer and tight.

You had complained to Patrick about the clothes he bought you because the other men in the office were quite vulgar when it came to you but hardly anything changed. Patrick just fired those men and had a door built in between your office and his so you never had to step out into the hallway to get to him.

These days you hardly ever knock before coming into Patrick’s office because you know the lazy bastard is probably just sitting at his desk scrolling on his phone. And that is exactly what you see when you walk over to his desk, dropping a large stack of files on it.

“Jenna wanted you to go over these files and sign them. They’re due by the end of tomorrow.” You say, glancing around Patrick’s always messy office.

He glances up from his phone and his eyes instantly zero in on your legs, “Nice skirt.” He compliments, his classic smirk gracing his lips.