Isabella's POV
It's morning already and the air feels really fresh, I feel like I'm breathing in air from a garden of a thousand roses. I just want to relax and savor the moment but realized I've got work to prepare for.
Hastily getting up and taking a shower before brushing my teeth, beating my record time to finish my toilet business in less than 10 minutes, 'wow you don't know your abilities until you don't have options.' I muttered to myself
Quickly doing my morning skincare routine, I picked and wore my lace panties and bra before wearing a plain corporate gown that stops just a little bit above my knee. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall in my studio apartment, I quickly spray my almost finished perfume and styled my hair in a sleek bun before reaching out to pick my phone and feeding my cat the new cat food I got from the supermarket down the road. With everything ready, I head out of the house and off I go to the Jones Enterprise building, getting there I sharply get into the elevator and head straight to the small corner given to me as my office/space within the CEO's office. Taking off my bag from my shoulder and placing it beside my small desk, I stand up to inspect every detail in Mr. Jones office. I stumbled on an art piece that looks like a face and I'm intrigued by its complexity as well as simplicity, how well the artist executed his job, completely lost in admiration and forgetting about my surroundings.
Xavier Jones POV
It's going to be my first day of having Isabella as my personal assistant and I really can't wait to see how the day unfolds. After getting my butler to bring me today's pair of shoes and clothes, I'm completely ready for work. I jogged down the stairs from my room, out of the house and into my garage to drive to work in my Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, 'oh how I love this car' I thought.
In a couple of minutes I got to work, strolling through the lobby and straight to my office I'm greeted by an unexpected view. Isabella standing deep in thoughts admiring a piece of art I got from my trip to South Africa a few years ago.
I spent some seconds watching her admire the art piece while thinking to myself about how we probably have similar love for art and art pieces.
I silently take steps to my wide polished wood executive desk, before dropping my briefcase on the desk and letting out a cough to bring Isabella back to reality. I guess it worked because she was startled and immediately greeted me 'Good morning Mr. Jones' I replied her greeting with a nod and told her how to make my morning coffee because it's the duty of my personal assistant to bring my morning coffee to me.
She quietly listened to all my details before heading to the kitchen available on this part of the building to make my coffee. And I must say she did a good job but I'm definitely not going to tell her that, I'm going to tell her to make me better coffee tomorrow,
'Isabella, the coffee you gave me wasn't so delicious or tasty you need to do better tomorrow'
I said with a stern look on my face. I could see how disappointed she was when she heard I wasn't satisfied with the taste of her coffee. I had a laugh in my mind because sometimes I love playing mind games and yeah I know it's evil haha.
Funny enough , it wasn't such a busy day and I'm preparing to head back home or go for a drink with my childhood friend who is equally my best friend Derrick. I looked to the tiny corner where Isabella's desk is located to see a troubled looking Isabella, I thought of asking if she was okay, but decided to mind my business and wait until she leaves because I can't tell what else she'll be up to once I leave the office to her alone. Having a brief flashback on how I met her admiring my art piece, so I've decided to leave after her cause it's 5pm already and she's free to close for the day. I noticed she kept looking at me to see if I was getting ready to leave, so I decided to ask her and not mind my business anymore
'Isabella is something wrong with you?' I asked
She quickly said she was fine but I told her she simply couldn't hide the fact there's something wrong from me.
She sighed before telling me the zip to her dress got stuck to something and in her attempt to fix it, she spoiled it. I offered to take a look but she looked shy and hesitated for a moment before allowing me to check how bad the zip was.
Looking at her back I could see down to her black lace panties that looked so beautiful on her skin, OMG she's indeed a hottie. I created a mental picture of her sitting on my legs dressed up only in that black lace pant. Snapping back to reality, I continue my task to fix the zip, then I noticed I couldn't fix it but offered her my suit jacket so she could comfortably walk in public to find her way home. She hesitated a bit but accepted my jacket before scooping her personal belongings off the desk into her bag and heading for the door leading out of the office.