It was quite awkward, getting out of a brand new Lamborghini in the middle of the Narrows. 'Don't fall down the staircase' Bruce had said when Scarlett was getting out of the car. She had thanked him for driving her home, 'even though I could've waited on the bus' she had added.
The following morning Scarlett had to be at Wayne Manor at 9 o'clock sharp, a couple of hours later than yesterday. She hoped it wouldn't get too uncomfortable after yesterday, she wasn't going to let Bruce bring her home again.
This time Scarlett needed to clean the rooms on the second floor. Thankfully the second floor had less rooms than the first floor. I'm definitely not going to climb any ladders today. She had pulled the bandages off this morning. Her ankle didn't hurt as much as it had done before, and besides, Scarlett didn't want to look weak.
'Good morning' Scarlett greeted when she saw Alfred preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
'Hello, Scarlett.' Alfred pointed to the pancakes he was making, 'Would you also like one? I always make a lot more than I should.'
The pancakes did look really good and Scarlett hadn't really eaten this morning. 'How could I say no to that?' she said with a smile. Also it wasn't like Alfred was going to accept no for an answer.
'So I heard about your little fall yesterday' Alfred smiled while Scarlett was eating her pancakes.
'Bruce told you? Scarlett sighed. Does everyone has to know that?
Alfred nodded. 'How did you like the Lamborghini?'
'Let's just say I prefer the public transport'
It was true, the Lamborghini was so fast, although Scarlett did think Bruce drove so fast on purpose. Besides, the Lambo was also a very low car, and it was hard getting in and getting out of it.
Quickly Scarlett finished her pancakes (which were really really good). 'I better get started' she said, hoping to escape Alfred's questioning.
She cleaned the rooms pretty much the same way as she did yesterday, dusting, vacuum cleaning, washing, you name it. Except this time she wasn't going to bother with hanging paintings right, it will be a long time before she will touch that ladder again. Her ankle wasn't really bothering her now, she was too busy cleaning to notice the throbbing. It only hurt when she stood on one feet, so she tried to avoid that.
However Scarlett did encounter one problem; she was cleaning bedrooms and one of these bedrooms was going to be Bruce's bedroom. But of course no one had told her which one was Bruce's, and if she even was allowed to enter.
This time Scarlett had brought her iPod, the one thing of value that she actually owned. Cleaning went by a lot faster and it made it more fun while listening to music. She had now finished three bedrooms, and was about the start on the fourth one.
Softly she opened the door, at least she thought, as she was listening to her iPod and couldn't really hear anything else. Scarlett dragged the vacuum cleaner behind her and plugged it in the socket in the wall. The downside to listening to music while cleaning is that you spend more time dancing than actual cleaning.
Scarlett turned around to see if the bedding needed changing.
'Oh' she said when she had turned around and found Bruce sitting on the bed.
'Nice dance' he smirked.
'You really need to stop sneaking up on people' Scarlett quickly pulled her head phones out of her ear.
'I was already here when you entered, so technically I was not sneaking up on you' Bruce said amused.
Now Scarlett got to take a closer look at him. Bruce wasn't wearing a shirt, just some sweatpants Bruce's body was well toned, very well toned, his arms and abs were extremely muscular. His upper body was covered in scars. And not just one scars, she could count at least ten big ones, and Scarlett was sure he had more of them.
'You have a lot of scars' she pointed out. Scarlett herself only had a few scars from when she fell of her horse back on the farm. She had never seen someone with so many scars as Bruce had. Somehow the scars really suited him, and they were quite hot actually.
'I like extreme sports, such as base jumping' he told her, still amused.
'Sure' Scarlett said disbelieving while raising an eyebrow. No one gets that many scars from base jumping. Whatever it was Bruce got these scars from Scarlett felt that she didn't even want to know.
'Could you at least put on a shirt?' Scarlett asked, she felt rather uncomfortable with Bruce being half naked and him being her boss.
'Why, is this bothering you?' he asked while looking at himself.
'No… no' Scarlett defended, 'you look amazing, but, it's just that it's quite inappropriate, with you being my boss.'
She tried making up excuses, but she couldn't really get around the fact that his muscular body and those scars were a big turn on.
'So you admit that I look good?'
Scarlett sighed, how was she going to talk herself out of this?
'Bruce…' Scarlett said. 'You're my boss'
'Ok, you're right' Bruce said, suddenly serious, although Scarlett doubted whether it was real. 'It's totally inappropriate.''
Bruce stood up, walking closer towards Scarlett.
'But I do need your help with something' he said.
'Sure, whatever you need' Scarlett said, expecting another cleaning task.
'There is this movie premiere tonight' Bruce started. 'And I need you to be my personal assistant'
Scarlett certainly didn't see that one coming. She had no experience as a personal assistant and personally thought that they were a bit unnecessary. But Bruce still wasn't wearing a shirt and it was hard to say no to him.
'Okay…' she replied, 'but I have no experience as a personal assistant'
'I'm sure you will do perfectly fine' he said placing his hands on her shoulders, looking her straight in the eye. After a few second he let go of her and went to pick something up behind him.
'Wear this' Bruce said while he handed Scarlett a big box before walking away.
This time Scarlett reached the bus in time. She had set off a few minutes early so she would make sure she wouldn't miss it. Besides, she finished the whole manor today, so she didn't think Bruce and Alfred would mind.
With the large box under her arm she hopped on the bus, getting some strange looks from the passengers. To be honest she hadn't looked inside the box yet, she expected something like black pants and a neat blouse, she couldn't show up in her maid outfit and she didn't had anything formal in her closet.
When Scarlett got home she placed the box on her bed and immediately went on to study. She had some big exams coming up and the long days she was making weren't really helping. The plus side of those long days was that she was earning very good money lately.
Bruce had texted that he was going to pick her up at 8 o'clock. She didn't exactly know how he got her number in the first place, but she texted him back that 8 o'clock would be fine. Although she did wonder whether it should be her job as personal assistant to pick him up, not the other way around.
She figured she would need about half an hour to get ready, so after a few hours of studying it was time to try on the clothes Bruce gave her. Scarlett walked towards her bedroom and opened the large box. It was only now when she noticed the logo in the top of the box: Valentino.
'You have got to be kidding me' Scarlett whispered.
Quickly she took off the lid of the box, revealing a beautiful red dress inside. Scarlett held the dress up to take a closer look. The dress was a perfect shade of red, Valentino red. It had a halter and a large slit on the bottom. It seemed like a dress straight out of Marilyn Monroe's closet, but Scarlett couldn't wear this.
First of all it wasn't something personal assistants wore, even Scarlett knew that. And secondly it was way too expensive to wear, god knows how much a dress like this costs.
After digging through her closet Scarlett came to the conclusion that she had to wear the dress, she had nothing else to wear. She did wonder what Bruce was up to.
Scarlett pulled on the dress and it fit her perfectly. How does Bruce know all this stuff, first the number and now my clothing size? She wore her hair in soft curls and painted her lips the exact same red. She still didn't know what Bruce's plan was, but if he wanted her to look the part, she could at least try.
At 8 o'clock sharp Scarlett heard the honking of a car. Of course Bruce wasn't going to leave his car in this neighborhood, if you did it would get stolen right away.
Scarlett put some extra mascara on and took her clutch which had came with the dress. She wondered which car Bruce had taken because the engine didn't sound like the Lamborghini.
She walked outside to find a red Ferrari, perfectly matching her dress. Scarlett rolled her eyes, this is crazy. Bruce was leaning against the hood of the car, waiting for her to come outside. Scarlett decided it was best wait until she was inside the car before she said a thing.
'You look beautiful' Bruce said with a grin as he opened the door for her, this time the doors went open the normal way, instead of going up like the doors of a Lamborghini.
They had pulled a lot of stares in the neighborhood, people were standing on their balconies and stopped on the street to see what was going on. It wasn't often that Bruce Wayne came by in a Ferrari to pick up a girl who looked like a movie star.
Scarlett ignored the comment Bruce just made and stepped inside the car, the dress making it even harder to get in.
'I'm not really sure personal assistants wear Valentino dresses' Scarlett remarked when Bruce got in the driver's seat.
'Sure they do, you like great' Bruce replied, focusing on the road.
Scarlett rolled her eyes, this was going to be a very interesting evening.
