Riley rolled over and looked at the clock radio 7:35am. Shit! She had slept through her alarm and had exactly 25 minutes to get downtown to work. Riley jumped out of bed, rushed to put on her business suit and was out of the house in 10 minutes. She was tired but knew it was her own fault. She had been up since 2am talking to her Internet lover, Noah. She had met him through a friend and had only conversed through ICQ. He lived in Texas and they had plans to meet one day. They had already made plans to get together in the summer.
As she waited in rush hour traffic, she glanced at herself in the rearview mirror.
"Not bad" she thought.
If someone had told her five years ago she would be the highest paid executive assistant for Glam Girl, she would have laughed. Riley grew up overweight, shy, and awkward. She was always the butt of people's jokes yet inside she had a plan. She escaped from her small town after high school and went to UCLA for university. While she was there, she lost weight, gained self-confidence and earned a degree in Business Administration. Riley wasn't ugly looking nor was she stunningly beautiful. At 5 foot 4 inches she was short but her demeanor made people notice her. She had lost more than 100 pounds but her breasts were still large. That was the one thing she wanted to change since in her company she always had every guy drooling as she walked by.
Riley walked into the building and went straight to Brad's office. Brad was her boss yet their business relationship was more on an equal level. He had the same qualifications as she. They had the same experience however it was he who had won over the major advertising companies which earned him the title Senior Advertising Executive.
"Hi Brad," Riley purred. She knew that Brad was gay and so she knew she could flirt with him like that without any trouble. If she did that with any other guy in the office, she would be followed around all day.
"Riley, you have the list of items that need to be done on your desk. The only other thing I need you to do is meet a client at the airport at 4pm. He's a big executive from Malibu and he's coming to see me for the week. If you could pick him up, drive him to his hotel and make sure he's settled that would be great."
Brad said this with such a business like attitude Riley couldn't help but giggle.
"Brad, why can't you ever tell me the truth?"
"I don't know . . . maybe cause I know you're smart and will figure it out."
The rest of Riley's day went smoothly. She was glad she had a window office since the air conditioner was right in her room. The others in the center of the building were probably dying of the heat by now. At 3:30pm she picked up her things and went to get her car. That gave her enough time to get to the airport on time, not to leave . . . damn . . . Brad hadn't even told her the guys name. On her cell phone she called Brad.
"Oh sorry Riley, he's 6 feet tall, blond hair. He'll be wearing an Armani business suit probably, I told him what you were wearing today so he'll know how to find you."
He hung up. Great, she thought. She was meeting this guy at one of the busiest airports in the U.S. and didn't even know the guy's name.
The airport wasn't air-conditioned which made the 15-minute wait unbearable. The plan was late and she could feel sweat dripping down her back. She knew her hair was starting to frizz and her nylons were starting to itch. Just as it became too unbearable, a handsome gentleman walked toward her.
"I assume you're Riley, right?"
"Yeah."