Emily stood in front of her closet, her mind racing with thoughts of the evening ahead. She had to make a good impression on Julian's client, and more importantly, on Julian himself. She wanted to prove that she was capable of handling the demands of being his personal assistant.
After a few minutes of deliberation, Emily chose a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She paired it with a pair of high heels and minimal jewelry, exuding confidence and sophistication.
As she finished getting ready, Emily's phone buzzed with a text from Julian. "I'll pick you up at 7. Be ready."
Emily's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "I'll be ready."
At 7 sharp, Julian arrived at her doorstep, looking dashing in his tailored suit. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, a flicker of approval in their depths.
"You look... acceptable," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Emily rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Thanks, I think."
The car ride to the restaurant was tense, with Julian typing away on his phone and Emily trying to make small talk. When they arrived, Julian's client, a middle-aged man with a paunchy stomach and a greedy glint in his eye, greeted them warmly.
The dinner was a blur of business talk and polite conversation, with Emily playing the role of perfect assistant. Julian's client seemed pleased, and Julian himself was... well, Julian was Julian.
As the night wore on, Emily found herself relaxing in Julian's presence, almost forgetting the tension between them. Almost.
As they said their goodbyes and left the restaurant, Julian turned to her and said, "You did well tonight, Emily. I suppose you're not completely useless after all."
Emily shot him a look, but a small smile played on her lips. "Thanks, I think."
The car ride back was quieter, with Julian seeming lost in thought. Emily gazed out the window, her mind replaying the events of the evening.
As they pulled up to her apartment, Julian turned to her and said, "I'll walk you to your door."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," Julian said, his voice low and rough.
The walk to her door was short, but the tension between them was palpable. As they stood outside her apartment, Julian's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, Emily felt like she was drowning in their depths.
"Goodnight, Emily," Julian said, his voice husky.
"Good