Eight months earlier
I'm sitting at my desk, pondering over me actually getting up to get my own coffee. Selfish? Yes, maybe, but it's what I have become accustomed to. I haven't made my own coffee in years, unless I am at home. But then, I am Edward Cullen. CEO of EC Enterprises. I built this company with my own bare hands, why should I get my own coffee? Okay, forget the coffee, let's move on to the fifty or more e-mails I have staring at me, waiting for me open them. I need a new assistant. Jessica my assistant of three years unexpectedly quit Friday.
She's six months pregnant and wants to take time off till the baby is born. I can't even imagine having a child, I can't even have a relationship for more than a month, much less take care of something for eighteen years or more. No one excites me anymore, I get bored. I have women throwing themselves at me all day long. I want, no need a challenge, someone to captivate my attention and well pleasure me. Someone that is more than just a , well a fuck to put it bluntly. Anyhow, I need to look through these e-mails to find an assistant.
I find no reason to interview anyone, I will not know if they are a fit, till I actually see them work, plus I have no time for the lenghty interviewing process. I needed someone now. I had the receptionist e-mail me resumes of the top five most qualified candidates with extensive background checks complete.
Let's see the first one, Elizabeth Lemon, was an assistant for a year. Delete, not enough experience. Next is Brodie Jenkins, a guy, delete. Next one, Isabella Swan, assistant for Victoria Smed over at Mode Magazine. I know Victoria very well, we saw each other off and on for several years. I guess you could call her a "booty" call. She is wicked and doesn't take shit. I think Isabella will already be whipped into shape. Yes, she will do.
It's the following Monday, I hear a knock at my door.
"Come in," I yelled, still typing on my computer.
"Hello, Mr. Cullen, I'm Isabella Swan", she said in the most beautiful voice, sounded like an angel calling to me.
I look up to see a tall brunette with the longest legs I have ever seen.
"Hello Isabella, please take a seat."
She sat down and I couldn't help but stare at her for what seemed like hours. She was beautiful. Long brown hair down to the middle of her back, chocolate brown eyes, that invited you in and full lips. She was wearing a black wrap dress with leopard stilettos. She would fit in just fine. Coming from a fashion magazine, she knew how to dress, and I like my assistants to look as good as me, since I take them to dinners and meetings with me.
"Isabella, here is the list of my expectations, your work cell phone, and keys. My old assistant left everything you need to know at your desk. Your are to schedule all my appointments, and anything else I need. This will not be a problem will it?"
"No sir", she said while recrossing her legs
I caught a glimpse of her pink panties. I just went from six to midnight.
She seems very confident, I like this.
Isabella got settled in. She had the office right across the hall. Jessica left detailed instruction on what to do, when, where, everything. I liked to have everything planned out. I'm a busy man, but still need time to go to the gym, dinners, and what not, especially the what not. The rest of the day was useless. I could only imagine Isabella wrapping those long luscious legs around me. I have slept with my assistants before, but it always ended badly. They always wanted more and became needy and attached. They couldn't take looking at me all day, so they would quit. Usually making a big scene. I'm done with all of that or so I thought.
"Mr. Cullen, Victoria is on line one", Isabella said over the intercom, interupting my day dreaming. I was waiting for this call, so I picked up the phone.
"Well, Hello Victoria, surprised to here from you", I laughed
"Edward, how could you?" she sneered at me
"What?"
"Stealing my assistant, I trained her, do you know how long it takes to find one worth keeping? Huh? Edward do you? Do you think you can just dazzle people and not suffer any consequences??" She screamed in the phone
"Victoria, Victoria, settled down, you will find a new one, Isabella needed to move on to bigger and better things". I told her almost mocking her
"Well if you saying what I think you are, she will be begging me in a month for her job back".
*****dial tone******
She was right though, if I tried to get into Isabella's pants, she would be gone in a month. That's just how it works with me. I don't like to be tied down. My sister is always telling me not to hire the "pretty girls" and maybe I would keep an assistant. The only reason I had Jessica so long was that she was already married and I usually don't go down that path. It almost always ends badly, for me.