How the fuck do I get rid of her when she is everything I want in an assistant? Her work is insightful, close to perfect, and she is already learning the way I do things. I watched her poking around on her computer desktop. It is a tool I had my IT department set up for me. I can watch what she’s doing as she is doing it, and she was making the right kind of notes to understand the work that went through her inbox in the last few months. Not a single PA before her did what she did today. She also has not done a single thing I can fire her for.

What am I supposed to tell Natalie? I want to fire the woman after a day because she makes my cock ache. Christ. I endured listening to Ebony bitching so I wouldn’t get hard when Alexa brought my lunch in. It had not worked.

I have wanted a woman I could not have before, only it’s been so long, and the desire passed so quickly I barely remember going through it. This desire for Alexa will pass as well.

For a moment, I consider another woman to relieve my tension then dismiss it. Using a woman to satisfy my needs is one thing, using a woman to take the place of another is abhorrent. I believe the saying is feed a cold, starve a fever. I will starve the fever until it dies, and I will push Alexa until she leaves. I’m not sure which will work first. I don’t care which one does, I just need her gone.

I start with getting rid of Alexa. Bringing up my email I see Natalie is still in her office and online. It’s surprising. Instead of the email, I planned to write I call her.

“Hello, Mr. Kaplan. How can I help you?”

“Alexa Clark, did you go over the dress code with her?”

“Well, no. I gave her the company handbook that has the dress code in it and asked her to read it. Was there a problem?”

“Yes, her dress was too short. I do not want it to happen again. Let her know I prefer longer skirts or even better slacks. I would also prefer she put her hair up or braid it instead of loose, her hair got messy toward the end of the day. It was unprofessional.” I had wanted to grab it and wrap it around my hand and—fuck. “Contact her tonight, before she comes in tomorrow.”

Natalie is quiet. “Sir, is there a problem with Alexa?”

“Just let her know. Why are you here so late?”

“I was just putting together everything for Alexa and another new hire, Keith Tanner. Their badges and insurance packets, that kind of thing. Lynn went home early because her daughter was ill.”