Stephen let his gaze to follow the young woman around the room. Her long, dark hair was pulled out of her face and into a messy bun, and he allowed his eyes to follow the curve of her slender neck down to the emerald shirt she had put on that morning. A black, pinstriped vest emphasized her small waist and Stephen had a hard time keeping his eyes away from her backside as she bent over to retrieve papers from her desk. Finally, he tore his eyes away from her and coughed lowly to get her attention. What Stephen hadn't expected was the startled yell that escaped her full lips as she turned around quickly enough to knock over a pile of folders on her desk.
"Holy mother of-"she began before taking a deep breath and starting again: "…I'm sorry you frightened me…"
Stephen chuckled softly. "I can see tha' lass, I'm sorry for scarin' ya," he said with his thick Irish brogue. She took a moment to study him, her gaze wandering over his large arm, and his thick broad chest before looking up into his bright blue eyes.
"It's alright, I startle easy, it seems." She smiled brightly, "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"
"My name is Stephen Farrelly, we have a ten o'clock, I believe. That is, if you are Katherine Lindsay?"
The woman nodded and held out her hand for him to shake. "That's right, Mr. Farrelly. Please, call me Kit. Do you want to sit down?" she asked, motioning to the comfortable looking chair opposite her desk.
"I do, but only if you agree to call me Stephen, none of this 'Mister' business." She nodded and he continued, plopping himself down, removing his flat cap to reveal his red hair. "It seems like we're going to be spending a lot of time together, aye?"
Kit tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear before taking a seat behind her tiny little desk. "It does seem that way. I wanted to thank you for this opportunity, and ask what requirements you would have of me?"
"I'm not sure honestly. I've never had my own personal assistant before, and in the interest of full disclosure, I'm not sure if I even want one. My schedules are gettin' a bit out of hand, though, so maybe it's time I had some help. As long as you're alright with the traveling schedule and being cramped in a car with three big, probably smelly guys, then you should be all set."
Kit laughed, and Stephen smiled as her green eyes sparkled beneath her long lashes. "I grew up with three brothers, all of whom played football. I think I'll be fine, Stephen."