Since as far back as I can remember, for as long as I could read and write, I have wanted to be a writer. Not a journalist or a reporter but a writer of books. I just loved the idea of transporting a person to another world with just words. Seems magical doesn't it? I love that, it sounds like magic, but it really isn't.

I am Janice Harrison, and I want to be a writer. But things don't always work the way we want them to. Right now I am stuck with a secretary job I obtained a couple of days ago. I had to wait until the current secretary left before I could start. I haven't met my boss yet, and I was so nervous and wrecked about the first day that my friends took me out for drinks to celebrate. Normally I don't drink, but I kind of felt like I needed to cut loose. Unfortunately, I must have cut loose a little too much because I did something I would never do.

I slept with someone, and it was clear that there were no attachments because when I woke up this morning, he was gone, and I was left alone in his apartment with a note:

'Had a nice night. Made coffee, please lock the door on your way out. Thank you.'

That was it. I don't even remember his name! How drunk was I?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

What is that?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Shit! My phone!

I threw the covers off of me and scrambled around looking for it. I found it under one of the pillows just before it hung up and answered it.

"Hey, gurrrl! How was your night?!" My best friend, Dee, short for Delilah, which she hates. She sounded like she knew exactly where I was and what happened last night.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I feel like an idiot!" I said grumpily as I walked around, trying to find my clothes and put them on piece by piece.

"Come on, you had fun! Everyone has had a one-nighter," She said with a giggle.

I scoffed at her comment as I climbed on the bed and stretched for my underwear, which somehow ended up on his ceiling fan. "Well, I don't, and I don't like it, by the way. I don't like waking up in a strange house not knowing who I was with or where I am. I don't like having to go through a damn scavenger hunt to find my damn clothes!" I said, huffing and giving up on the undies.

"Chill girly, you are fine...wait, don't you have a new job to get to?!"

I took the phone away from my face and looked at the time, 8:30. "Shit. I had half an hour to get dressed, get home, change and make it to the office. Why does this happen to me!?"

"It happens to a lot of girls, hun."

Just then, I heard a honk outside the window. I climbed off the bed and saw my friend waving her arm out her car window, "Let's go Bitch, you gotta work!"

I smiled, "Did you bring underwear!" I yelled back, and she only gave me a thumbs up. Of course, she did.

Bitch was sort of an endearing term to Dee; I don't know why but that's what she's always called me since high school. Since she moved next door to my childhood home at the end of our middle school lives, we've been friends. We bonded over being totally ready to be treated like adults in high school. We bonded, even more when we realized that wasn't going to happen. My parents would say she was a bad influence on me in high school, but I like to think I positively influenced her. When we started high school, she wasn't even thinking about going to college for any reason. Now we have both graduated from NYU, me with a master's in literature and her with a degree in digital design. She works for a great advertising company, and I still haven't even reached my dream yet. So as far as I'm concerned, we were supposed to be in each other's lives.

I looked back at my underwear on the ceiling fan, "Guess you belong to him now." I wrote a quick note back to him,

'Thank you for the coffee and the nice night.'

I jumped in the back seat of Dee's car, and she drove off. I had to get dressed in the car. Luckily my hair is the type you can comb without it being wet, and I don't wear make-up except for lip stick.

I made it to work just in time. I waved goodbye to my friend and headed inside. The current secretary was the one who greeted me; she was showing me around for the day and introducing me to my new boss.

****

This place was huge; I mean, I expected it to be, but on the inside, it's much bigger. Every department has its own floor; it's amazing.

The secretary wasn't very chatty about anything other than what was important to my job, which I didn't mind since I'm not much for small talk. I followed her in silence and asked questions when I needed to.

Then it happened, I saw him.

You know those scenes in movies where the hot girl is somehow always walking in slow motion?

Well, that's how this happened. Our eye's met, and he looked confused as to why I was there, which was my exact reaction as well. He was talking to another older man when my tour guide saw him as well.

"Ah, Mr. Turner! We were just about to come to find you." She turned to me again in slow motion and said, "This is your new secretary, Janice Harrison."

Shit! Fuck! What do you do when you slept with your boss the night before meeting him and left your underwear at his apartment! Shit!

To my surprise, he stuck out his hand and smiled, "Hello, Miss. Harrison. It's nice to finally meet you. This is my father, Gregory Turner."

I took his hand, then his father's, and returned it back to my side, "Nice to meet you, but please call me Janice." I said with a small smile.

Did he not even remember my face because I remember his, very, very well. Almost more than I want to anymore.

"Well, I will show her up to the office and get her settled before heading out."

"Of course, Miss. Jones."

Miss. Jones showed me around the floor I would be on. Showed me my 'office' and Mr. Turner's office. It wasn't much of an office for me rather than a room inside a room, I guess. My desk was just outside of an office, but it had a sort of glass walls and a door that pretty much stayed open.

"Well, that's pretty much everything!" She said finally as she picked up the purse from my desk. "Good luck." She said, and I smiled in response, and I was left to my own thoughts.

Would he fire me because of this? Would he think I knew who he was and slept with him to get ahead? No, I got the job before I even slept with him. But his old secretary interviewed me, and I told her about my writing dreams. I'm sure I was overthinking this, but I couldn't help it.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone rang, shaking me out of my thoughts. I quickly answered it without thinking, "Mr. Turner's office, how can I help you?"

"Yes, can you remind my son that he has lunch with his mother and that she would like him to be on time?" An older woman's voice was on the other line.

"Um, yes, ma'am. I will give him the message."

"Thank you. Goodbye."

Click!

I put the phone back on the hook and wrote down the message before I could forget.

"Janice."

I looked up from my notepad to see Mar...I mean Mr. Turner standing at his door.

"Could we talk in my office for a moment?"

I nodded and stood up, taking the notepad with me. I followed him into the office, and he closed the door behind me. He motioned me to take a seat, and I did, crossing one leg over the other.

He made his way to the opposite side of the desk and sat in the leather chair. He sighed. "I..."

I cut him off, " Before you say anything. I didn't know you were my new boss. I honestly didn't even remember anything about last night, except your face, until just a few minutes ago. I was just stressed about this job, and I drank a little too much, which is not a normal thing for me at all, and I don't plan on doing it again for a very long time."

He let a slight smirk spread on his face, "Really, you didn't remember anything? At all?"

I shook my head.

"I would be hurt if I cared. I know it may be hard for you to separate your feeling from the job, but please try and do so."

I blinked confused, "Excuse me?"

"Well, women tend to get their feelings hurt with one-night stands thinking it could lead to something more, but it won't." He motioned between us, "This isn't a 'thing,' OK?" He literally put air quotes up when he said things as if I couldn't tell from his tone already.

I stood up and cleared my throat. "I am sorry, Mr. Turner, but whatever last night was to you is exactly what it was for me except worse. For me, it was a mistake that I will not be repeating in the future. I hadn't even expected or wanted to see you again. I have much more important things in my life to look forward to and dream about, and having anything more than a one-night stand with you is not one of them. Now, if you'll excuse me." I moved around the chair and made my way to the door.

"Oh, also. Your mother called to remind you not to be late for your lunch with her." I said, opening the door and letting it slam closed.

How dare he?! I am not some ditsy stupid woman who thinks a relationship can grow out of purely physical attraction and action. What an arrogant jerk, thinking just because a woman slept with you automatically thinking about her future with you! It is understandable why he would think that, especially if you were up to date on all the gossip around him.

I kept up with all news regarding Gregory Turner. He is one of my all-time favorite authors. When he became a publisher, I followed him along and read every book he helped publish. Finally, when he started the Turner Publishing Company, I read so many books he himself recommended. I am such a huge fan of anything about the Turners I read, and Markus Turner was no angel.

The biggest playboy in the publishing business. You wouldn't think the son of a publisher would become somewhat of a celebrity, let alone run through so many women and cause so much trouble for his family. He's gotten DUI after DUI, so many pregnancy scandal's and so much more. He's only a year or two older than me, so around 24-25, and has already gotten the reputation he has.

And here I am working for him.

I took my seat at the desk again and turned on the computer.

I looked through the planner Miss. Jones had already been taking care of. He had a lot of things booked for the next month already! He's a busy guy.

I suddenly came to the realization that I just yelled at my boss and slammed his door! Well, he did kind of disserve it.

I looked through the planner; he had a few meetings this morning before his lunch with his mother, then a few more after. Then he had a party, probably some kind of promotional thing. I began wondering if I'd have to go to that; I hope not.

"Excuse me, I'm here to see Mr. Turner about a book?"

I looked up to see a woman, a little older than me, standing in front of my desk. She didn't seem too confident about what she said.

I smiled, "Did you have an appointment?" I asked, and she nodded,

"Mary. Mary Burman? It should be on there. We talked on the phone a couple weeks back, and this was the only time he had available for me." She said as I looked at the planner again.

She was the first meeting of the day, and I sighed, picking up the phone, and pushed the button that went straight to his office.

"Yes."

"There's a Miss. Burman here to see you."

"Send her in."

Click

I smiled at the woman again and led her to the office, opening the door for her and closing it once she was inside.