Zoe has been a PA for Charlie for just over a year now.

A few months after his divorce when he was trying to get his personal and professional life back on track he decided he needed help and after a few interviews and adverts online he met Zoe. He can still recall the day she first walked into his office as it was scorched onto his memory, no matter how hard he tried to not think about it he couldn't help but think back and fantasise.

He had been hosting Interviews for most of the morning one Sunday and had seen about eight people before her. They all were from a range of different professional backgrounds and ranged from their mid-thirties to early 60s. Charlie was about to give up as he had discovered maybe having a PA just wasn't for him, he realised very quickly into each meeting that he just didn't click with these people. Charlie was a self-proclaimed perfectionist and tried to pour his heart into everything he did which meant he could come across as quite domineering and clashed with people on how things should be done but he was a director this was his career so just before she walked in he found himself wondering why he thought having someone to help manage his time an influx their opinions into his life was a good idea.

Then he heard that goddamn little knock that will haunt him to this day. It was the lightest knock he'd heard to the point he'd almost thought he's imagined it, he took a chance and went towards the door opening it slowly and then saw her. Looking up at him all doe-eyed like the picture of an innocent Angel. She had to be in her mid 20s meaning she was probably a good seven to ten years younger than him. She adjusted her stance from the timid hands behind her back looking around like a lost kitten to standing up a bit more proud almost trying to match his height by tilting her head up but as she stood from what he could guess only a couple inches above 5 foot and he was 6 foot three that wasn't going to happen.

"Mr Barber?" She asked as she fidgeted with her dress losing her nerve. This made Charlie look down to take her in and he could have collapsed as he did. She had a little sundress on that went to her tighs with knee-high socks and a little cardigan. Charlie started to feel like a dirty old man but surely he couldn't be the only one whose mind went to filthy places with that outfit. Honestly, he would of rather her come in lingerie he would be able to control himself better because she was killing him with that little number.

After he managed to compose himself and invite her in and host the interview he actually discovered that they had a lot in common. She Looked innocent but she actually was quite mature when she spoke and was more than willing to take the back seat and do as she was told when it came to his time and managing him so he sent her on her way with a handshake and numbers exchanged and a day later he offered her the job. It wasn't just that he was attracted to her she was honestly one of the best candidates, the others seemed to want more control of his schedule which charlie wouldn't give. 

It had been a little over a year now and Charlie can honestly say getting someone to help him, even if it was just at the theatre or organising his flights to and from LA for his visit to Henry he doesn't think his life is ever run so smoothly apparently he did need and enjoy someone to support him. But of course, the damned dresses and skirts with knee-high socks stayed and every day Charlie had to bite his lip until it bled to hold off letting any sign go of how much of an effect it had on him.
He couldn't count the number of times he thought about her late at night in those dresses and how every time he asked her to do something and she replied with "Yes, Mr Barber" he so very much wanted to call her a good girl and reward her for her behaviour. He had never felt so much like a dirty old man and a horny teenager at the same time before but it was driving him insane, but at the same time, he enjoyed it? and he found himself having to take care of business thinking about her more times and you care to admit.

Charlie had flown back from LA late last night and landed early in the morning, Zoe had tried to call him numerous times to let some builders into the theatre to set up the rigging for the sets but he never answered his phone. Zoe managed to get to the theatre let them in and out no worries but it had been three hours, and it was now way past midday, and she still hadn't heard from him. 

She knew Charlie like to be busy and she also knew that he had some calls to make today so she took initiative and started walking to his apartment, which she's got a spare key for in his office while she was at the theatre. Zoe had butterflies thinking about going to such a personal place for Charlie. She had been intimidated by him since the first moment she locked eyes with him how couldn't she? As soon as he opened the door she noticed his face with his angular features that look like he was sculpted from the gods and when he stood to full height and looked her up and down she found herself going weak at the knees. How was she meant to work for a man like that she could barely stand up straight next to him?. She noticed herself dressing to impress every single day wearing her favourite skirts dresses and socks because she thought they suited her figure nicely. That's what she'd tell herself any way she brushed aside the fact that she'd never dressed up so much for a job, she worked in an office before and soon reverted back to plain pants and shirts when a sleep in sounded better than waking up to make an effort. But she found herself waking up early every single morning now wondering if Charlie would think she looked okay and then asking herself why the hell she cared so much he was her boss and probably didn't spare her a glance in that way but she could dream right?.

She got to his apartment and unlocked the door and called lightly out into the space "Charlie?, I've tried to call you it's past midday I let the builders in I just thought I'd see if you were okay".

 Nothing, not even a tap or noise to say someone in the apartment was alive. She crept further in wincing at how the floorboards shouted her arrival and then she heard a snore followed by a moan, Charlie was still asleep.

She was panicking slightly should she go wake him up she knows he likes to be busy and doesn't have a lot of time as it is but obviously, he was tired and needed the rest. Would it be inappropriate for her to go into his room where he was asleep to wake him was that massively crossing a line? they had a professional relationship right?. They got on as friends and had spent many mornings drinking coffee and talking together and texted quite frequently but she'd never been in his apartment and being here now m while he slept seems like a massive invasion of his privacy but wasn't she meant to manage him and make sure he got his work done.

Then she heard speaking but it was slurred, did Charlie talk in his sleep?. She decided there was no turning back now if she was already in his apartment surely it would be weird to leave without saying anything so she edged towards the door she could hear the noises from. As she slowly pushed the door open she saw Charlie laid on his bed he was indeed asleep in a white form-hugging T-shirt with the blanket to his hips sleeping quite peacefully.

She took a minute to admire him like this he was so calm and even as he slept with his hair dishevelled over his pillow she still thought he looked gorgeous. How did this guy look good even when slept?.

"Charlie?" She whispered loudly, she didn't want to abruptly wake him and scare him but surely the fact that she was in his apartment would already do that. He slightly stirred at the noise but only rolled over onto his back knocking his blankets slightly further down his form. He snored once again and mumbled something that she could swear sounded like "girl".

"Charlie it's Zoe I'm sorry to come into your apartment but I was worried I hadn't heard from you are you awake?".
Charlie's brows furrowed so she assumed even though he was only partially awake he could probably hear her. "Zoe?" He mumbled his voice was extremely low and Gruff from sleep that little fire in Zoe and she shuffled awkwardly trying not to show it. "Hi yeh it's me I'm soo sorry to disturb you, I can go but I thought you'd want to be up?". Charlie slightly stretched in his sleep letting out what she could only describe as a very erotic moan.

 It was than she, very innocently, scanned down his body as he stretched and she noticed a very convenient tenting in the duvet near his hips. If she wasn't flustered then she was now. She really didn't know what to do Charlie was seconds away from waking up fully, she was sure he knew she was there and he was hard.

Should she pretend to not notice, should she leave the room and continue talking to him through the door."Mmm Fuck".
What!!  That's all Zoe could think and honestly, she thought her brain had short-circuited her eyes snapped the Charlies sleeping form to see his hips slightly moving and his hand slightly pawing at the lump under the sheet. Was Charlie having a sex dream!?.

 
She had to get out of there now if he woke up and she was there ogling at him she'd never live it down she wouldn't be surprised if he called the police. Despite her flush state she tried to quickly but quietly make towards the door clearly he wasn't awake and had fallen back asleep maybe she could pretend she was never there. Then she heard something else which made her stop "Zoe". It was a moan and it was drawn out but it was definitely her name and her heart stopped, was he dreaming about her?.

Shit shit shit she tried to grab the handle to the door she had to leave if she stood there any longer she didn't know what she'd do and again Charlie was asleep and she was creepily staring at him. Charlie tossed in his sleep more onto his side and as he did he let out some more very distinct words "my good girl".

 Zoe was very clumsy by nature but proud of herself on keeping cool in a situation where she required herself to be professional, this was not one of those times and as she tried to bolt to the door after she heard those words she accidentally kicked the door shut instead. Then as she tried to grab it open again quickly made more noise.
"What the fuck?..... Zoe!?" 
she was still faced away from him but there was no denying it now Charlie was definitely awake and she had definitely been caught.