The elevator jolted to a stop and the doors opened with a mechanical whirr, opening up to the world of a busy office with people typing furiously at their computers.
Thus started my day of uncomfortable heels, hastily made phone calls and rush-typed emails to be sent with utmost urgency, all the while keeping track of coffee and lunch orders while trying to keep my skirt and bra from shifting uncomfortably.
But such was the life of a personal assistant.
I had barely had time to shuffle across the room, put my things in their place at my desk and slide off my jacket before I was being called into the office.
With a long sigh, I picked up my working pad and clacked my way over to the large, black door in my uncomfortable shoes that I already couldn't wait to take off.
I knock on the door then sign into my log-in on the device while waiting to be ushered in, which only took a second.
Stepping inside, I bump the door with my hip so that it would close behind me and strode over to the black desk he was stood behind, his back to me as he adjusted the cuff of his suit jacket.
I have precious seconds to admire him in his glory, especially that taut behind in those delectable suit trousers, before he would turn to face me.
There was no denying that my boss was an attractive and well-dressed man, it astounded me that he didn't have a reputation amongst people for being a player because this man could certainly have anyone he wished to.
He was suave, handsome and had all the right words to say with a devastating smile to go with his status, all of this he already knew and yet he still preferred to keep himself to himself and was more dedicated than he would have people believe.
He didn't bring random girls into the office that I would have to usher out or work around, quite the opposite in fact, he was in a stable relationship of a few months now.
I found this admirable, especially as the room was too classy with its large windows and tall bookshelves of ancient history and literature to be tainted with such acts.
Though he may have been in charge of representing various famous actors, he was quite reserved and preferred to keep private and isolated, letting only a few chosen people in and what he did release publicly was meticulously decided.
Which was why I always felt guilty when I pictured him bending me over the desk and pulling my hard as he had his way with me.
I must have been lost in my own world as he turned towards him, adjusting his green tie before running a hand over his hair which was combed away from his face as always.
"Good morning, Mr. Laufeyson," I smiled.
"I told you," he replied with his own smile as he sat down in his comfy looking leather chair, "you may call me Loki."
"I know, but that still seems strange to me."
He merely chuckled while tucking his chair in, then wiggled the mouse to his computer to load up the screen.
"I suppose you're after your coffee now, sir?" I said, already jumping into the usual routine.
"If you wouldn't mind and then we can get started on today's appointments."
"Of course," I dipped my head then walked to the office's small kitchen area.
A few minutes and one coffee later and I'm sat in front of his desk, reading out the marks on his calendar from my device, mostly consisting of important phone calls and two meetings set for that afternoon.
"And finally, you and the Mrs are invited to a charity event this evening," I smiled before taking a sip of my own drink.
Loki faltered as he lifted the cup towards his lips, his eyes briefly flickering towards me as he took a mouthful and shifted in his seat.
"Ah, that may have to be adjusted a little, I shall probably be attending alone."
"Oh really? Is she not feeling well?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't seen her in a week."
I tilt my head questioningly, hating the jolt of excitement that coursed me through me in a horrible case of schadenfreude.
"Really? What happened?"
"We just grew apart," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat with a sigh, "she was busy with her animals and I was busy with representing my clients, we just saw less and less of each other."
"So it was amicable?"
"It was," Loki nodded, though his expression was still solemn.
"That must be a small comfort at least."
"Somewhat, I just miss the extra company."
"You're a wonderful man, you'll win her back or find the one eventually," I smiled, ignoring the way my blood ran cold at the thought.
The joys of crushing on your boss.
I adjust my skirt so that it doesn't ride up as I cross one leg over the other, resting my notebook on top of my raised leg.
"Well what are we to do with your spare ticket then?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your tickets for the event were booked last month and arrived a week and a half ago, as I explained when they arrived."
"Oh," he sighed, running a hand over his forehead and into his hair, "shit."
"I suppose it wouldn't be too late to cancel, so I can try and call the organisers for you."
"I hope it isn't too late."
"I doubt it will be," I smiled, picking up my notebook and standing up, "if not, perhaps you can ask one of the names under you to attend?"
"Perhaps, but I feel that it'll be too last minute."
"Most likely, but what other alternative is there?"
Loki stared at the wall just to the left of my hip, licking his bottom lip in thought before suddenly the slapped his hands against his desk and sat up straighter in his seat, his eyes lifting to meet mine.
"You could come with me," he said, like it was a massive eureka moment.
"What?"
"You could be my plus one."
"I really don't think that I'm the sort for such events, I would stick out like a sore thumb."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"To the media, perhaps, I don't feel like being mocked."
"I think you're over blowing it," Loki chuckled, "just think about it."
He stood up and gathered some papers, tapping them into alignment on his desk.
"Now, I have a meeting to get to."
He dipped his head politely before striding across the room and opening the door, gesturing for me to step out before following behind me and closing the door behind himself.
"I shall await your answer."
He gave me a smile, which made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl all over again, before wandering off down the hall, stack of papers tucked underneath his arm.
I watched him leave, chewing on the inside of my lip as my heart beat ten times faster than it had minutes earlier.