The first half of Tuesday was a blur of meetings and taking down notes while pretending to be interested. Rachel was engrossed in staring at the way Matt had his head tilted towards the screen, eyes focused, and his long fingers folded together. Her thoughts were focused on his exposed skin of the jaw and how she wouldn't mind biting it. Yeah, she needs help.

Few minutes before lunch, she received an invitation, addressed to Matt. From the looks of it, she guessed the invitation to be for a gala. Or something equally ridiculous. Rich people and their boring parties. Without any thought, she placed it on his desk and sat in front of his seat, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

Matt was incredibly immersed in one of the contracts, frustrated at times because it was a big deal to him. That's why she did not open her mouth at all. She knew how he gets when he's focused on something.

"What is it?" He hummed, quirking his brow.

She delicately touched the invitation, tracing her hand and feeling the golden crinkled paper. The soft lavender scent on the stamp made her exhale.

The secretary felt Matt's eyes on her, so she hurriedly pulled out the equally elegant card. Of course, it was in cursive, Passenger Script at that. Don't bother asking how she knows that. She just does. Her eyes raked over the invitation for a charity gala. Black tie compulsory.

"Emerson's Charity Gala"

"Oh, is it August already?!" Matt twisted his lips.

Emersons held charity for endangered sea animals every year in hopes of raising money. She had no idea how or what goes on there because she never had a chance to go along with Matt. He always had an attractive female as his date.

"I think we should go together."

She spluttered, her eyes widened, "Uhh...Sir?"

"This project has kept me extremely busy, so I had no time to pick a date. We cannot afford to miss this, Rach" Matt earnestly blinked at her, his hands folded together.

How can she even say no to that goddamn attractive face?! Rachel nodded her head like a kid excited on Christmas, squirming on her chair. Just then it clicked her that the event demands black tie/gown attire and she doesn't have one.

Matt cleared his throat as if he heard her thoughts. "Don't worry; we can go shopping today. I'll pick you up in the evening. Also treat you to dinner."

Rachel blushed, "I don't want you to trouble with-"

"I offered. Besides, it's the least I could do so don't worry about it. Be ready by seven in the evening." Matt cut her off.

"Okay, sir."

***

"Hey," Janet said, closing the door behind her. "Sorry, I'm late."

Rachel stuttered, her face still red from earlier. "It's okay."

She forced her gaze back to the television in their lunchroom, flipping through channels too fast to be able to tell what's playing on any of them. The thing is she has been actively trying to think about Matt taking her out. It wasn't a big deal. They had formal dinners before, and she should consider this as one of them. Rachel can not help but overthink like she always does.

Janet asked, switching off the television. "Are you okay?"

Thankfully most of them had left the lunchroom because they were done with their meal. Rachel was waiting for her best friend Janet, who worked in accounting so that she can properly freak out.

"I'm great," Rachel blurted out, a little too fast.

There's a bit of a pause before Janet narrowed her eyes, "Okay," She started slowly. "So there's no reason you're just pretending to watch the television even though I turned it off?"

Rachel sighed, tossing the remote on the couch beside her.

"Rachel..."

"Mattaskedmefordinner"

Janet huffed, "What was that? I don't speak gibberish?"

"You're so mean!"

"Thanks, babe!" Janet grinned, flashing her pearly whites as she plopped on a chair.

Rachel took a deep breath, staring at her best friend, "Matt asked me out for dinner."

"WHAT?!" Janet yelled, standing up abruptly.

"Tell me everything!"

Lunch was eventful after that.

***

With all the excitement thrumming in her veins, Rachel slumped down on the couch. Her duty ended with a sharp five-thirty in the evening, so she thought of taking a short nap on the couch. It extended for an hour and before she realised there was a knock on the door.

Groggily, Rachel woke up and walked towards the door in her sleep-induced state. Blinking her eyes, she pulled open the door.

A gasp slipped out of her lips when she noticed Matt standing outside her door with a chocolate box. The strong scent of French vanilla and mint citrus wafted through the air enough to curl her toes. Rachel froze in her spot, cheeks blazing as his eyes met hers. Her throat felt dry, staring at his exposed arms, the veins visible as he gripped the chocolate box. For once, he was not wearing full sleeves, letting her admire his tanned arms. The rolled-up buttoned-down white shirt and tight pants made her breath hitch in her throat. His hair was damp like he had just showered, clinging to the base of his neck.

"S-sir?" She stuttered, blinking rapidly.

Why did the universe hate her? She was dressed in a baggy long white shirt and boy shorts because they were lying around the dryer. Her limbs were aching from days work, so she instantly changed and laid down on the couch.

Smoothening a hand over her hair, she pulled back, her eyes going straight towards the clock on the wall. It was six-fifty in the evening.

"Can I come in?" Matt asked with an amused grin on his face.

"I'm...I'm so sorry" She pulled the door further back and let him. As soon as he passed through her, she felt his arm brush against her shoulder. A shudder racked through her body, goosebumps prickling at her skin.

"Had a good nap?" Matt asked, his voice smug as he eyed the wine glass on the counter and her work clothes lying on the floor.

She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Anything felt better than staring at his ridiculous smug face.

"Sorry, wait here, I'm going to change," She squeaked, escaping to her bedroom without another word.

If he said anything else, she might cry.

***

Matt took a seat and placed the chocolate box on the coffee table, shaking his head at the wine glass. With a sigh, his eyes roamed around the living room. He had been to Rachel's house one too many times to count. Nothing changed except for the plush lazy boy one-seater. It went well with her decor, though.

One minute later, he heard Rachel's phone blaring on the coffee table, demanding his attention. Matt ignored it for the first time, but it rang again. He checked the phone, raising his brow at the name, more like a peach emoji and a tongue. It was none of his business, but at the same time, he was intrigued knowing that Rachel saved two emojis on the phone for someone.

He decided to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Rac- Wait, who's this?" The voice squeaked back.

He stood up, beginning to make his way towards Rachels room to hand her the phone. It completely slipped his mind that she went in to change.

"Hello?!" The voice huffed again.

"Yeah sorry. I'm Matt, Rachel's boss. She left her phone in the living. Hang on a minute."

"Mr Coretti?! I'm so sorry! Am I interrupting something?"

Matt twisted his lips at that voice. It sounded way too familiar. Then it clicked him.

"Janet?"

"Yes," She whispered.

"What is it?"

"Can you please give the phone to Rach. It's urgent."

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, just a minute."

"Rach your friend Janet-" Matt stopped mid as he noticed the sight in front of him.

His secretary was almost naked, save for the black lace panties, snug against her round bottom. Her breast bounced as she hurriedly ran towards the bed, dainty hands trying to cover her body. Matt froze, his eyes bulging out of their sockets and lips slacked down at her exposed skin.

"Sir!" Rachel screamed, snapping him out of it, grabbing the bed quilt and wrapping it around herself, her cheeks a blazing red.

Matt opened and closed his mouth, his eyes unable to tear away from her. How did he not notice her before? His mind couldn't wrap around the fact that his secretary, the quiet, meek Rach was hiding a sexy body underneath her cheap suits. The CEO felt his cock twitch in his pants.

His throat felt dry as he imagined those long legs wrapped around his waist. Matt shook his head. What the hell? She was his secretary for crying out loud! There was no way he would lose her over his silly fantasies.

"J-Janet..." He choked, pointing towards the phone.

"Thank you!" She harshly grabbed the phone from his hand, her eyes staring at his side.

Matt barely blinked in a trance.

Rachel turned her back towards him, pressing the screen against her ear."Hello?"

As she kept on talking, Matt was still standing and staring at her smooth back, her messy hair clinging onto her. He almost wanted them to push them on one side but held back.

"No problem. Bye, babe," Rachel ended the call, placing her phone on top of the dresser before turning around to meet his eyes.

"Can you please wait outside?"

"S-Sorry," He stuttered, out of his trance, looking around awkwardly.

"Interesting choice of emojis. Do you have a reason behind it?" He questioned, trying to avert the awkward situation.

"It's an inside joke."

"Oh"

"Yeah" She breathed, slipping in the washroom and locking it tightly.

***

Rachel went through different emotions while being locked inside the washroom. First of all, shame that he had to see her naked! Secondly, she was secretly delighted that there was a hot, bothered look on his face after he saw her. Maybe in a way, it worked in her favour. Only time will tell

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