Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Xavier smirked. He pointed at a few more, but took every single one I’d suggested.
I had a feeling he and I would get along well.
After four weeks of working as Xavier’s assistant, he and I had fallen into a comfortable routine. I woke him by making excessive noise when entering his apartment so he got the chance to stop banging whoever shared his bed that morning, got him to training in time, which made his coach love me like crazy, took care of his emails and social media, but otherwise stayed in the background. There had been a few more parties Xavier had attended alone, and that had ended in him embarrassing himself by not knowing who he was talking to or offending more people than was acceptable even for him.
I needed to put on my big-girl panties and accompany him to these events to protect him from himself, even if that meant more unfavorable articles. Due to my lack of public appearances, they had been rare, but a few times they had gotten me anyway, and of course they’d always commented on my weight and choice in clothes. Worse was that they had started to bug Fiona. They kept asking her about me or made snide comments that compared her to me. Knowing her, it was only a matter of time before she lost it and caused a Xavier-worthy scandal.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped onto the terrace where Fiona was doing a Pilates sequence for her Instagram followers. The second she was done she turned to me. It was my day off, so I didn’t have to wake Xavier for once.
“No work today?” she asked, surprised. “You’ve worked every single day since you came here.”
“So do you,” I said. Fiona was a total workaholic. She was driven in every aspect of her career; it was admirable, really.
She smiled guiltily. “We could spend the day together?”
“That’s why I’m here. I got my first paycheck from Xavier, and I want to use it to buy new clothes.”
Fiona’s eyes lit up. “You want to go shopping with me?”
“Yeah,” I said hesitantly, regarding her size zero gym leggings. “Don’t get too excited. This girl doesn’t fit into the clothes you love.”
Fiona frowned, crossing her arms. “You are being ridiculous, Evie. You have curves, so what? You’ve got great hips, a big, nicely shaped butt and big tits. You’ve got the golden package if you don’t hide it under boyfriend jeans and ugly T-shirts, or those horrendous old lady blazers. Not every guy wants size zero.”
I stared down at my boyfriend jeans and the loose-fitting blouse. “All right.”
“Let me give your wardrobe a once-over, and the press will shut up once and for all.”
I was wary of Fiona’s idea of a once-over, but she had amazing taste in clothes so I decided to trust her. Still I knew nothing short of a miracle would stop the press from bashing me as long as I was Xavier’s assistant.
Three hours later, more than half of that month’s salary had been invested in new clothes, and none of them were anything like what I’d owned before. Tight pencil skirts, glittery tops, form-fitting dresses. Every piece accentuated at least one of my “big three assets”, as Fiona put it: ass, tits or hips.
On our way home, Fiona’s mobile beeped. She risked a quick peek at it, then frowned. “Connor says Xavier’s coming over for barbecue tonight. We’re supposed to bring everything for a salad and dessert.” Fiona pursed her lips. “Is that okay? Him coming over?”
“It’s your house and Xavier is Connor’s friend, so of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Won’t it be weird to have your boss over?”
I frowned. So far the time Xavier and I had spent together had been strictly work related, but it wasn’t like we usually worked in an office. I woke him, drove him to meetings, filmed his workouts, and catered to his every whim. “I don’t mind. Xavier is funny.”
Fiona slowed the car as she shot me a look. “Funny? Evie.”
“Don’t give me that look. I’m not into him, and he’s definitely not into me, but he’s not hard on the eyes and he’s easy to be around. He doesn’t make my life hell like I expected.”
“Really? That’s not what I heard from his past assistants.”
“I didn’t let him trample over me. I talk back. He seems to enjoy my snarky comments. Maybe he just needs someone who kicks his ass now and then.”
“Maybe.” Suspicion tinged Fiona’s voice.
I decided to put on one of my new outfits. The least extravagant ensemble of the lot, a tight white tank top and jeans that hugged my curves more than my usual chinos or boyfriend jeans. I arranged my hair in soft waves around my shoulder and applied some makeup, then left my room barefooted.