"So basically, your office retreat turned into a honeymoon," Amanda said from the other end of the phone.

I smiled to myself, "no Amanda, you're reaching. Stop it."

"I'm just saying," Amanda replied, laughing.

It had been two weeks since getting back from the retreat, and things most definitely were different. I got to see the soft side of Miss Rose, and it was beautiful and I loved it. She made me text her when I had gotten home every day after work. She worried about me; I knew that; I wish she didn't have to, but at the same time I loved the warmth that encompassed me knowing that Miss Rose was thinking about me.

"Okay Amanda, "I said rolling my eyes, even though I knew she couldn't see me, "I've got to get to work now."

Amanda was still laughing when I hung up.

"Miss Muna Johnson. What time do you call this?"

I froze in my steps, my head going blank. I had walked into the office and here Miss Rose was standing at my table right outside her office. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she had a very stern look on her face. She was dressed in a green polka dot suit and dark green wet-look trainers.

"Um," I looked down at my watch nervously, I was here ten minutes before time. Was my watch late? Was there a memo that I missed?

I glanced up tentatively, "um.."

"I'm just pulling your leg," Miss Rose suddenly said, uncrossing her arms and replacing the stern emotion on her face with a grin.

I tried to smile back, but I was low key, still trembling in my high heels. This woman always decided to crack her little jokes at the weirdest of times.

"Come on, Muna. We have an appointment," at that Miss Rose began walking in the opposite direction of her office.

I tried to keep up while glancing down at the iPad in my hands.

"Um, Miss Rose. You have no scheduled appointments..."

"I know dummy," she turned, looking at me and flashing her million-dollar smile, "this is for you, darling."

Huh?

I stared at the back of her head a little longer as I struggled to keep up with her. It's amazing how she could refer to me as 'dummy' and 'darling' in the same breath.

"After you, my lovely PA, that doesn't know how to drive but yet still gets paid to drive me places." Miss Rose said, holding the passenger seat door of her car open for me.

I felt myself heat-up. I could tell she was really enjoying this from the huge smile plastered across her face. She kept smiling to herself too, and although I was happy to see her happy, it also made me extremely uneasy.

"So...am I going to know where we are going?" I asked the moment Miss Rose got into the car.

She ignored me and instead put on the radio, turning the volume all the way up. I watched her silently as she reversed out of the office car park and began speeding down the highway. I knew I was staring at her. And I knew she knew. The huge smile plastered on her face hadn't left but seemed to increase as the seconds went by. Clearly she enjoyed keeping me on edge.

Surprisingly enough, I found myself smiling too. The mischievous smile on her face was contagious.

The drive took about 15 minutes, and I was audibly shocked when we pulled up at a Dersacé store. What kind of appointment could I possibly have at an expensive designer store?

"Miss Rose, why..."

"You're officially my PA Muna," Miss Rose said, finally looking over at me, "You might as well look the part."

"I don't look the part now?" I asked, shocked. So my feet killing me each day was all for nothing? This skirt suit I always wore was for nothing? Everything was all for nothing?

"Okay, that came out wrong," Miss Rose said, noticing my expression, "I love what you wear. You look cute. But the quality of your clothes are bad. Clothes give a sense of status, and you have a very important one as my PA. I want that to reflect-"

"I buy what I can afford! I don't have a lot of money!" I exclaimed, suddenly cutting her off, I folded my arms stubbornly.

Miss Rose blinked at me and I bit down on my tongue. Had I pushed it too far by yelling at my Boss?

She suddenly started laughing, which made me blink.

"Of course you can't. If you could I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be working for a drag like me," Miss Rose said, I wanted to argue and tell her she wasn't a drag and in a weird way I actually kind of enjoyed working for her. But Miss Rose was already talking again.

"I'm paying for everything. Non-negotiable. Do not argue."

She immediately walked out of the car before I could even process the words that had left her mouth. I wanted to protest, I really did. But she had just told me not to. I bit my tongue harder and silently opened my car door and began following Miss Rose into the store.

"Welcome Miss Rose, the store has been reserved for the next four hours as you requested," a clean shaven man dressed in a black suit said the moment we stepped in.

She reserved the whole store?

The store was huge. It had to have had at least five different floors.

"Thank you, Martin," Miss Rose replied casually before turning to me, "pick out whatever you like. And I know you would try to choose the cheapest things, so I've had all the price tags taken down."

I stood there, gaping at my CEO like a fish.

There was really no point of Miss Rose telling me to pick out what I liked. She was standing in front of me with multiple clothes in her hands. There was a man standing behind her with an even bigger pile of clothes in his hands. All for me.

"Okay Muna, I'd give you each item of clothing to try on and then we'd review." Miss Rose said as she dumped the first suit in my arm.

The next few minutes consisted of me going into the dressing room with clothes in my arms, coming out wearing the clothes and having Miss Rose and the other workers talk about each item of clothing in depth. It was quite amazing just how much importance seemed to be put into each item of clothing. They discussed what type of event each outfit would be suitable for, which day of the week, outfits for special occasions. It was a lot. I just stared at them the whole time, knowing this was a level of 'eliteness' that I couldn't ever comprehend.

I went back into the changing rooms to try on the final outfit. It was a simple black body-con work dress. I had managed to slip into the dress before realizing to my dismay that the zip was on the back, rather than on the side like the other dresses.

Reaching my arms backwards, I managed to move the zip up, but it immediately got caught on a piece of cloth.

Nice.

"Muna, are you doing good there?" Miss Rose yelled from outside after I had been in the changing room for an extremely long period of time.

The truth of the matter was that I was in fact not doing well here. I had silently been having a panic attack over the dress.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before speaking, "Um... I kind of need your help"

"What's wrong.?" Miss Rose said as she entered the changing room with me.

She immediately understood once she saw me in the black body-con dress with my back on full exposure in full view of her now darkened eyes.

She reached over slowly and began working on my zip that was caught in the cloth. I tried not to pay too much attention to the feelings of her hands on my bare back. My eyes suddenly caught her in the changing room mirrors, I found myself looking away and my body heating up.

"All done," Miss Rose mumbled. I averted my eyes, so I was looking at her once again through the mirror. I watched how she towered a few feet above me, her hands placed gently on my shoulder and her green eyes locked intensely with mine.

"I like it," Miss Rose said, and I stared back blankly at her, "I think we should take it."

"Oh, yeah, we should," I said as my voice suddenly came back.

"Good. Let me take it off."

I think my tongue turned to lead in my mouth at those words.

"You wanna take off my dress?" I asked stupidly as I turned to face Miss Rose, who raised her eyebrow at me.

"Yes, we haven't paid for it yet."

I immediately felt so stupid. It was clear my mind was getting way ahead of itself. I took a deep breath as once again; I felt Miss Rose's fingers against my back.

"There." Miss Rose said once she had unzipped the dress, "change and meet me at the checkout in five."

She walked out of the changing room, leaving me longing after her.